After some consideration, Dustin left the case to Luke and Selina, who he trusted the most.
The two of them were steady and flexible. They had enough confidence to face the Tarasov family.
As long as they concluded that it was a vendetta as soon as possible, nobody would pursue the matter. After all, NYPD didn't need to avenge gangsters.
In fact, it was all the Tarasov family's enemy's fault for being too ostentatious. They had charged in at the busiest time of the night last night and started a massacre. The fight had gone through the bar, the disco, and the swimming pool, leaving piles of bodies and hundreds of witnesses.
To put it bluntly, when NYPD arrived, they were relieved to find no bodies.
It was best if there were no bodies, or this would be on the national news again.
But now, no bodies? If there were no bodies, why would you report it? Maybe they were filming!
On this point, the gangsters and NYPD were on the same page — reporters and paparazzi were the most annoying.
They drove to the nightclub in Brooklyn. Looking at the four men in black suits and dark red shirts standing at the door, Selina curled her lip. "They've sent more people. Usually, there are only two of them."
Luke hummed in response. "It's just a matter of shooting their enemy a couple more times."
One person had charged into the nightclub and killed twenty people from the Tarasov family. That was quite a force to be reckoned with.
However, the Tarasov family had a lot of people, and could afford to die.
They stopped by the entrance and stood in front of the meter. Just as they were about to put in the coins, a man in a black suit walked over with an unfriendly expression. "Drive the car away. Don't block the way."
Selina didn't even look at him. She took out two coins and stuffed them into the meter.
With an indifferent expression, Luke took out his badge and said, "NYPD, here to investigate last night's shooting."
The man in the black suit frowned. "Didn't someone come already?"
Luke took out a business card and waved it between his fingers. "The chief's office and the Internal Affairs Department's office are both here. If you're not satisfied, call and complain. Do you want to?"
The man in the black suit: "…"
No matter how impressive the Tarasov family was, they didn't have the guts to openly direct NYPD on a case, much less when he was just a minion guarding the door.
With a dark face, he didn't take the business card. He turned around and walked back to the door, then spoke into the walkie-talkie.
Luke and Selina walked in. It was quiet inside, and nobody was in sight.
But when they walked into the bar closest to the main entrance and passed through the yellow seal, the two of them noticed something unusual.
Although there were all kinds of overturned things and broken wine bottles, there was no blood.
Luke could still smell the blood that reeked of bleach.
Selina frowned. "Are they destroying the crime scene?"
Luke said, "Destroying a crime scene is much less serious than murder and drug trafficking. They don't care."
Selina immediately felt relieved.
In any case, they weren't here to avenge these gangsters. If the Tarasov family wanted to clean up, then they could. It would save them the trouble.
The two of them walked around the bar slowly before heading deeper into the disco.
The pair's sunglasses were already automatically collecting information and combining all kinds of clues to partially reconstruct the crime scene. The main character was the fierce man who killed more than 20 people.
Looking at the trajectory and the analysis of the battle projected by the sunglasses, Selina clicked her tongue. "This person is pretty strong. Most of the battles take place at close range. Even when he's outnumbered, he always seems to be able to react faster and hit Tarasov's bodyguards first. "
Luke nodded. "According to some witnesses, almost all of Tarasov's men were shot in the body before they were shot in the head. This guy is a professional. This is a common method used by mercenaries, but they're used to preparing powerful firepower and sufficient weapons on the battlefield. Few of them will fight alone. "
Selina asked, "So, is he a lone wolf mercenary or a hot-blooded killer?"
Luke said, "About the same. In any case, he's not afraid of death."
Selina nodded in agreement.
She was already learning the gunfighting techniques that Luke had sorted out. These close-range gunfighting techniques were similar to daggers in cold weapons, and were extremely dangerous.
One wrong move and they would lose their lives.
But this person dared to charge into Tarasov's nest and kill more than 20 people. He really wasn't afraid of death.
After circling around, no one in the bar stopped them.
Luke, on the other hand, knew that a lot of people were hiding in some corners and secretly watching them.
These people had also brought all kinds of cleaning tools, which smelled of bleach and blood.
Before Luke and Selina came in, these people had been frantically cleaning the floor.
Clearly, they didn't want to rely on NYPD to avenge their dead accomplices, but none of them came up to interfere.
If they provoked NYPD and couldn't find that killer, it was possible that they might as well teach the Tarasov family a lesson.
There was no need for the Tarasov family to provoke one of the most violent law enforcement agencies in America.
In less than twenty minutes, Luke and Selina walked out of the nightclub.
The four men in black suits at the door watched them get into the car and leave before they informed their accomplices over the walkie-talkie. "The two cops are gone. You can continue cleaning up."
Selina asked, "Did you find any clues?"
Luke asked, "You want to find this super killer?"
Selina nodded, then shook her head. "I'm just a little curious. I want to know who he is, but it has nothing to do with solving the case."
Luke knew that she was excited by the prospect of a hunt.
She was in the middle of learning gunfighting, and was very interested in the close-range gunfighting techniques used by this super killer.
Luke said, "I'll point him out to you if we meet him."
As he spoke, the car drove east.
Luke was going to the lab in Nassau County today. They could stay there for a few days, so that it would be convenient for him to do some "post-battle" analysis and research.
The car drove for a while, bypassing the Brooklyn courtroom and entering a less populated area.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out not far away.
Luke and Selina frowned. Luke turned the steering wheel and drove in the direction of the gunshots.
Selina had already taken out a bulletproof vest from the glove compartment in the front seat and put it on.
If it was an ordinary shooting, she and Luke would both have special bulletproof vests.
But the gunshots were clearly from an exchange of automatic weapons. A bulletproof vest with the NYPD logo could effectively avoid suspicion if one wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest and was shot.
Almost at the same time that Selina put on the bulletproof vest, Luke stopped the car in a suitable location.
Only then did he put on the bulletproof vest. Selina had already taken off with the drone, and she immediately said, "He's at the church. Hm, this guy's pretty fierce. "
Luke stuck the nylon buckles on the bulletproof vest and looked at the drone on the screen. He exclaimed in surprise and slowed down.
Selina asked, "What's wrong?"
Luke said, "Check if the men in the red shirts are from the Tarasov family."
Selina immediately typed in the command and asked, "What did you find?"
Seeing how Luke suddenly relaxed, he must have found out something.
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