On the other hand, the commissioner, who was about to step down, suddenly put his heart and soul into his work.
He repeatedly sent Dustin "condolences," and each time, he "kindly" asked Dustin to solve the case as soon as possible.
Judging from his tone, Dustin felt that "as soon as possible" probably referred to within the day.
Up until now, the Detective Bureau hadn't received any help. Instead, all sorts of pressure had been placed on them.
What was even more ridiculous was that from the commissioner to the sheriff to the director of the FBI, all of them had asked the Detective Bureau to share all their information.
The commissioner asked him to give the FBI the green light, the sheriff wanted him to cooperate with the Department of Homeland Security, and the director of the FBI wanted him to assist his "brother unit," the Anti-Space Bureau.
There was no doubt that Simon's call made Dustin and the Detective Bureau the best scapegoats.
If they didn't solve the case this time, Dustin and the relevant personnel in the Detective Bureau would have to bear at least 50% of the responsibility.
Dustin didn't care about that anymore.
He wasn't afraid of going to Precinct 66 to eat dirt. Would he be worried about his position and delay the investigation?
He would give them whatever information they wanted.
As long as the case was solved, even if he and the Detective Bureau didn't get much credit, at least they wouldn't have to take the blame.
Simon hadn't informed him about the explosion earlier. Even if he was responsible, it was the FBI and Homeland Security's negligence.
He could only hope that John and Luke, this "magical" temporary partner, would be able to do something amazing again.
His two subordinates were super experienced in dealing with terrorists. They were very experienced in dealing with them.
However, the others were too busy calculating their interests to think of that.
One of the temporary partners that Dustin had high hopes for was currently surrounded by a group of muscular African American men. Fists the size of sandbags and daggers dangled in front of him, and he was only seconds away from being seriously injured and hospitalized.
The other person, on the other hand, was busy saving people in the third subway station in Brooklyn.
It wasn't that Luke didn't care about the case, but that he hadn't locked onto a target yet.
Simon hadn't shown his face at all, and he couldn't use Sharp Nose for the time being.
He had just made a phone call. For any database to find a corresponding suspect, the database first had to have corresponding information about the person.
Voiceprints weren't fingerprints or DNA. NYPD's existing voiceprint database was very small, and the situation was similar in other police departments in America.
Luke got the recording of the phone call, and Little Snail couldn't find any data that corresponded to the voiceprint.
Tracking the cell phone signal was even more troublesome. Nobody knew that the first call would go to Dustin. Who the hell could prepare in advance?
After investigating, Luke could only roughly determine that this person was in southwest Manhattan, which happened to be where NYPD HQ was.
However, it was also one of the most densely populated areas in Manhattan. In Wall Street, not far from the headquarters, there were tens of thousands of people working in high-rise buildings within a few hundred meters.
Without a target, there was no point in going over.
His clone, on the other hand, was almost done with his work. He had sent Tony an investigation request and asked Gold Nugget to get the relevant clues from the officials.
At the same time, the multifaceted system was constantly searching for suspicious information on the Internet, while Little Snail was trying his best to find suspicious targets from all kinds of surveillance cameras.
The efficiency of these two programs in finding clues was much higher than him relying on manpower.
At least until Perfected Simon was exposed, this would be difficult to change.
But before there was any good news about Little Snail and the polyhedron, bad news came first.
The polyhedron sent him some short videos and pictures, and Luke couldn't help but worry about John.
In less than half an hour, John's head had already been split open.
His high hairline couldn't hide the large amount of blood on the side of his head at all, which looked a little scary.
There was also a tall black man with him, whose arm was also covered in blood. He had clearly been injured as well.
Luke, however, felt that this black man looked a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Little Snail quickly found the black man's information. He was the owner of Zeus' electronics store, and his name was Zeus Carver.
When he saw the name of the electronics store, he remembered. Wasn't this the second-hand store where he had bought electronic parts the first time he came to New York?
The reason why he had an impression of this Zeus Carver was probably because Luke had sized him up for a moment, and this Zeus, who was wearing old-fashioned tortoiseshell glasses, had accused him of racial discrimination.
Then, he had dishonestly rounded up the parts, which were worth more than a hundred dollars, and charged Luke two hundred dollars.
How did this person end up with John? Luke found it strange. After reading the other information, he more or less understood.
John had been standing in Clinton, which was dominated by African Americans, with the two "I hate black people" wooden boards, and had almost been killed by a group of hot-tempered youths.
This Zeus had suddenly acted as a "hero saving the bald" and taken John to stop a taxi and run away.
Now, these two …
He looked at Dustin's report, and saw that the two of them had returned to the police department.
That Simon was going to show off again, wasn't he? Thinking that, Luke's subordinates sped up their rescue efforts.
He had to catch Simon this time.
In the subway station case alone, Simon had taken at least a hundred lives, and deserved to die.
Also, after causing such a huge commotion, he definitely had a lot of subordinates helping him cover up. Otherwise, he wouldn't still be clueless. These people deserved to die too.
Sure enough, Luke soon received a call from Simon on the police department's line.
Little Snail immediately started tracking him.
But the other party was too experienced, and was very strict on the time of the call.
Even though John had deliberately taunted him to stall for time, Simon still gave him a new "game" mission at the scheduled time.
No matter how skilled Luke was, he couldn't stop the other party from running even faster.
Even after he hung up, he could only track that the other party's phone signal was still in the HQ area, and that he was using an old-fashioned prepaid phone that could be thrown away as soon as he used it.
There was no doubt that this guy was watching HQ.
But thinking of the tall buildings near HQ, Luke could only smile bitterly.
It was too troublesome for HQ to be in a bustling area. Anyone could monitor it from the side, and the tens of thousands of people constantly coming and going was the best cover.
After receiving the new game, John had no choice but to set off.
This time, Simon also asked Zeus, the owner of the second-hand electronics store, to participate so that this "enthusiastic citizen" could play with John.
Seeing the two of them leave in a hurry, Luke couldn't do anything, but he was even more confident that he could catch Simon.
As an outstanding representative of the "safe school," Luke knew very well that the police weren't afraid of the other party playing any tricks; what they were most afraid of was that the other party wouldn't play anymore.
The more times Simon attacked, the more clues he would give.
Besides, the clues that NYPD couldn't track might not be the same for Luke.
With big data, one anomaly after another wasn't an anomaly.
As long as the other party was sloppy about certain details, Little Snail and the polyhedron system's big data analysis would be able to teach him a lesson.
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