Luke: "nypd."
This is a house that must be reported. Although he reversed the order of pulling a gun to the head and reporting the house, he still reported the house after all.
The middle-aged man who was strangled by him was obviously stunned: "nypd?"
Luke: "Tell me, who is inside?"
The middle-aged man suddenly shouted: "dea! We are agents of dea. My ID is in my chest pocket. You can take a look."
The voice in room 6b was suddenly quiet. Luke frowned, and with the gun still on the back of his head, he let go of the man's neck with his left hand, touched his chest a few times, and found a police badge.
Just by taking a look, he knew it should be true.
But whether these "dea agents" are real or not is unknown.
Or, if they really were agents, it would be more troublesome.
The middle-aged man held by his gun felt his neck loosened, and immediately said: "We are carrying out a secret capture mission. I am Brass Bolton, and my colleagues are inside."
The voice is still loud.
Luke narrowed his eyes, vaguely understanding what was going on.
Accompanied by Brass Bolton's words, someone in the room finally spoke: "We are from Dea, who is outside? Brass."
Blass quickly called out, "It's a policeman from NYPD."
While he was speaking, Luke had retracted his gun and retreated to the stairway.
He couldn't trust the group of dea agents in the room at all.
Finally, a man poked his head out of the door and took a quick look outside.
After confirming that Blas was the only one at the door, he quickly poked his head out again and looked at Luke: "Dude, what are you doing? It's not good to point a gun at a colleague."
Luke smiled, but his expression didn't change: "I'm sorry, I received a notice of a fierce gun battle here, but you didn't show your police badges."
Having said that, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was still facing 6b's door.
The other party's expression was obviously not good-looking.
Luke was more aware of the panic under the calm appearance of the person who spoke at the door, and there was someone behind him whispering how to deal with him.
The commotion in the room grew louder again.
After Luke said this, he walked a little further down the stairs, so that most of his body was hidden below the ground level.
Only then did he take out his phone and call the information center at the headquarters.
Luke reported his identity and police number, and explained the situation here. The headquarters said that the patrol would arrive in five minutes at most.
There was constant movement in room 6b, and Luke's keen hearing and brain responsiveness were constantly grasping the information in the other party's sporadic language.
"What about this product?"
"McGee, take it out later. If you find it, say it's a seized illegal drug."
"What about here? How to explain the child's body?"
"think it yourself."
"ah?"
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It was said to be five minutes, but after fifteen minutes, two patrol cars arrived downstairs.
Luke showed his badge to the four NYPD patrolmen upstairs to identify himself, and told them about the situation there before leading them to the door of room 6b.
The patrolmen stood on both sides, holding guns in their hands, and began to shout loudly: "nypd, people inside listen, put down your weapons and come out to show your ID, otherwise we have reason to maintain reasonable suspicion of you."
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It was quiet for a while, and finally four people came out one after another.
They didn't have guns in their hands, but they just holstered them, and everyone had a dea badge on their body or hand.
An eagle with spread wings stands on the octagonal circle police badge, which can be distinguished from the NYPD police badge at a glance.
The patrolman went up to one person, checked the police badges one by one, and nodded to Luke.
Luke was not surprised either.
The identities of these dea agents are real, but only they know what they are doing here.
Luke almost knew it too, but there are some things that cannot be accused without hard evidence.
While the patrolman was communicating with several dea agents, he walked into the room.
Near the door lay the body of a chunky man, but the six bullet holes in his back and a long bloodstain from crawling behind him were very strange.
Avoiding all the bloodstains, he took two steps in, and at the end of the passage on the right, a young girl was also shot in the back and died there.
Luke looked silent, took two steps, and looked at the bathroom with the open door on the right.
A woman was soaking in the bathtub wearing headphones, and there was a big hole in her chest. The water in the bathtub had been turned red by blood, and a large red water stain dripped out on the ground.
Luke sneered in his heart: A woman who is listening to headphones in the bathtub needs to shoot her through the chest with a shotgun? Sat was not so rude to Kongbu elements.
After a few glances, he took a few more steps, and another corpse appeared at an intersection.
Luke's face darkened.
This is a little boy, at most four or five years old, who has been shot in the chest and is out of breath.
Except for the man at the door, the three people who died here were all unarmed women and children.
These deas are crazy!
After stopping for a moment, he judged the direction of the bullet that hit the little boy, and he walked into another room.
The room was in a mess, with bullet holes everywhere, and it wasn't caused by a kind of gun.
This should be the location mentioned by the police call where the fierce exchange of fire took place.
The corpse of a man in a plaid shirt was lying at the door. The smell on his body showed that he had a lot of contact with several other people. This should be the dea group.
The dead in the room are just these five people.
The one who died at the door should be the hostess of the family, the one in the bathtub is the hostess, and the young girl and the little boy are the children of this family.
Scanning the room, his eyes fell on a picture frame.
It was a photo of the dead young girl and boy, but in the lower center, there was a silhouette of the photo pasted there.
It was a little girl of eleven or twelve years old.
When Luke looked at the situation in the room, a middle-aged man in a beige suit was also looking at him with a smile on his face: "Detective, this is our case."
Luke's eyes fell on him, this time he didn't even have a polite smile on his face, he just said indifferently: "Two minors have died here, and your dea's handling of the case is to carry out an empty cloth attack Or massacre?"
The man in the suit changed his expression: "What do you think traffickers are? Pious believers, do you just pray in church every day? They will take out their guns and kill you at any time."
He raised his finger and pointed at the corpse of the man in the floral shirt at the door, and roared, "One of my buddies died, so you're making sarcastic remarks? Oh, by the way, did you see that fat man also broke the labor-management office?" Suit!" He said and gestured to his left shoulder.
It did take a shot there.
However, Luke could tell that this round of shotgun was not completely solid, but was only grazed by one or two bullets, otherwise this guy's left arm would have been unable to move.
He nodded: "Just as long as you're happy." Then he turned and left.