How do American police legally shoot and kill suspects in an interrogation room? Of course, it was the fishing technique that Luke used to lure the suspect to take the gun.
This method can also greatly simplify the initiative to put the gun into the hands of the suspect, and then a gunshot will clean up the world.
After the incident, the police involved in the case were demoted after investigation at most, and they were not policemen at all.
As long as there is no video recording, if the suspect is killed and wants to grab the gun, no amount of doubt can be overcome.
Luke's face straightened: "We are law enforcement officers, of course we must strictly abide by the discipline of the police station, I just remind you."
Joe: ...you just blow it up! Do you think we are not proficient in this business? It's just generally not used.
Joe walked away with a face full of contempt, but he was muttering in his heart: This guy is not as honest as he looks on the surface.
Thinking that this guy and John's shit-stirring stick had killed more than 50 gangsters together, Joe took it for granted again.
If this kind of black-handed monster police detective had stuck to the rules, he would have been shot dead by the gangsters long ago, so how could he survive to this day.
John came back quickly.
He was deeply shocked by the efficiency of the police department this time.
Most of the time in the past, he had to rely on him to dig people out.
This time, he only beat up the second gangster, and before he got any useful information, he was asked to come back to interrogate the prisoner.
Walking into the interrogation room, he glanced at the observation room next to him: "Who's over there?"
Joe: "Don't worry, it's Connie, Luke and Selena."
John: "Where's the chief?"
"The chief said that he is reporting the situation to the sheriff and will not appear next door for an hour." Joe said.
John squeezed his fist and looked at the suspect in front of him: "He underestimates us, doesn't he? Let's stick to the old rules."
Looking at his fist as big as a sandbag, Gulu swallowed: "Wait, need I remind you, was it me last time?"
John was taken aback, and looked sideways at him: "Is that you?"
Joe: "My face was swollen for a week, I drank liquid food for several days, and lost five pounds. You forgot?"
John patted his forehead: "Sorry, maybe I haven't had a hangover from last night."
Joe: "Hua Q! It's only twelve o'clock, and the night hasn't passed yet. Stand up, stand up for me."
John: "... Take it easy, we still have to investigate the case."
Joe: "Don't worry, your face will be swollen for up to three days."
John: "OK, that's three days." As he said that, he closed his eyes and stood in front of Joe.
Boom!
"Fake!" John cursed, and he took a few steps back and hit the wall: "You are definitely taking revenge, this is definitely more than three days of swelling."
Joe withdrew his fist unhurriedly: "Last time, you also said that it only made me swollen for three days."
John rubbed his red and swollen cheeks, stood up straight again, and took out his gun: "OK, let's get to work."
Joe took out a handcuff key in his pocket, and walked over to the suspect who was already looking dumbfounded: "Wait for the aiming point, don't hit me."
John grinned: "Don't worry, I'm familiar with this."
The suspect looked at the key to the handcuffs, his heart turned, and he suddenly realized what the two were doing, and immediately shouted in horror: "Don't, don't come here! No, don't!"
When it was changed to something else, he would feel that the two were acting.
But today he was arrested as a suspect for assaulting a police officer, and he had indeed just knocked a policeman unconscious with a stick, so the other party's behavior may not have been a joke.
Next door, Luke and Selena each had a lollipop, and stood in front of the one-way mirror with their chests folded, nodding their heads as they watched.
Luke sighed in admiration: "Look, how professional it is. First, take a punch to kill the result of assaulting the police, and then proceed to the next step. It really is a veteran detective, and the technique is solid."
Selena frowned: "If we do the same, will you hit me or I will hit you? I don't want my cheeks to be swollen for a week."
Luke shrugged: "You hit me, I'm more resistant to beating."
Selena nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, I will train and try to control the strength that is swollen for two days. But we shouldn't use it often."
Luke didn't take it seriously: "It's good to have one more choice. You can't do it too lightly. If you are too light, you won't see the effect at the time."
Connie on the side looked sideways: "You..."
Luke turned his head and smiled brightly at her: "Learning from the work experience of the seniors, we newcomers will progress faster."
Connie: ... Then you learn from those two bitches next door
The next thing is very simple.
The suspect who had already been charged with assaulting the police with a gun and could be shot dead at any time had his psychological defense quickly broken and he decisively confessed everything.
In fact, his decision was right.
John did intend to kill this guy, or seriously injure him.
Anyway, there was another suspect, and he could afford to gamble.
The suspect couldn't afford to gamble.
However, the interrogation did not turn out to be good.
The two belonged to a gang called Blood Skull, and they were the gang's professional thugs.
Their oldest name is Billy Jordan.
Attacking Walter was the task assigned to them by their boss Billy.
And this blood skeleton is just a group of people living in Brooklyn, with a backbone of only about 50 people, and there are more than 100 peripheral casualties below.
This kind of small gang, there are 180 if not 200 in Brooklyn, and it has no direct affiliation with Jin Bing forces.
It is impossible to rely on the confessions of these two guys to catch Jin Bing's little tail.
Dustin had quietly appeared in the observation room, silently listening to the confession of the two blood skeleton thugs, with a rather ugly expression on his face.
Luke leaned over and said in a low voice: "The person who planned this matter was too cautious, his hands and feet were very clean. Unless that Billy confessed him, this matter has nothing to do with "his" power."
Of course Dustin knew who Luke was referring to as "he".
After a moment of silence, he said, "Now all the police detectives have canceled their vacation, and report to the police immediately. Tell John to come out and wait for him to lead the team. Tomorrow morning, I want New York to have no bloody skull gang."
Luke: "yes, sir."
Although he is the most able to fight in Dustin's hands, in such a large-scale operation, John, an old fritter from the police department, is more suitable as the first-line commander. After all, he is very familiar with the people in the police department and can make them Play to the best of your ability.
Dustin also sold these old fritters by the way, letting them avenge Walter himself, which will be good for his future director career.
After a busy night, all the clerks of the police station came back to work overtime.
They need to deal with a lot of phone calls, confessions, and arrest warrants, which is not much easier than the arresting police detectives.
However, no one complained.
Walter, a veteran of the Police Detective Bureau, was seriously injured. If the Police Detective Bureau didn't respond, who would be afraid of the Police Detective Bureau among those gang members in New York.
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