How could the American police legally kill a suspect in an interrogation room? Of course, it was the same trick that Luke had played before — luring the suspect into reaching for the gun.
This method could also be greatly simplified. Just put the gun in the hands of the suspect, and with a gunshot, the world would be quiet.
After the incident, the police involved would at most be demoted after an investigation. At most, they would no longer be police officers.
As long as there was no video recording and they insisted that the suspect wanted to steal the gun, no matter how many doubts there were, they could get away with it.
Luke's expression turned serious. "We're law enforcement officers. Of course we have to strictly abide by the police department's rules. I'm just reminding you."
Joe: … Keep on bragging! Do you think we're not familiar with this business? It was just that they didn't usually use it.
Charle walked away with a look of disdain on his face, but he was muttering to himself, "This guy isn't as honest as he looks."
When he thought about how this guy and John had killed more than fifty bandits together, Joe felt that it was only natural.
If such a monstrous detective had stuck to the rules, he would've been killed by the criminals a long time ago. There was no way he could've survived until now.
John returned quickly.
He was deeply shocked by the Detective Bureau's efficiency.
In the past, most of the time, it was up to him to dig people out.
This time, he had only beaten up the second hooligan. He hadn't even gotten any useful information yet, and now he was asked to come back to interrogate the criminal.
Walking into the interrogation room, he glanced at the observation room. "Who's over there?"
Joe said, "Don't worry. It's Connie, Luke and Selina."
John: "Where's the director?"
"The chief said he's reporting to the chief, and he won't show up next door for an hour," Joe said.
John clenched his fists and looked at the suspect in front of him. "He underestimated us, didn't he? Let's stick to the old rules. "
Joe looked at his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and gulped. "Wait, do you need me to remind you that it was me last time?"
Hardedef was taken aback. He turned his head to look at him. "Is that you?"
Joe said, "My face was swollen for a week, I drank liquid food for days, and I lost five pounds. Did you forget?"
John slapped his forehead. "Sorry, maybe I still have a hangover from last night."
Joe: "F * ck Q! It was only twelve o 'clock, and the night was not over yet. Stand over here, stand over here. "
John: "… Be gentle. We still have to investigate the case."
Charle: "Don't worry, your face will be swollen for three days at most."
John said, "Okay, three days it is." Then, he closed his eyes and stood in front of Joe.
Bang!
"Fako!" Hardedef cursed. He took a few steps back and crashed into the wall. "You're definitely taking revenge. This won't just be three days of swelling."
Charle slowly retracted his fist. "Last time, you also said that you would only let me swell for three days."
John rubbed his red and swollen cheeks, stood up straight, and pulled out his gun. "Okay, let's get to work."
Joe reached into his pocket and pulled out a handcuff key. He walked toward the suspect, who was dumbfounded. "Aim properly, don't hit me."
John grinned. "Don't worry, I'm familiar with this."
The suspect looked at the handcuff key and suddenly realized what these two people were doing. He immediately shouted in horror, "Don't! Don't come over! No, no! "
If it were any other time, he would've thought that these two were acting.
But today, he had been arrested as a suspect for assaulting a police officer, and he had indeed knocked out a police officer with a stick. So, this wasn't a joke.
Next door, Luke and Selina each held a lollipop and nodded in front of the mirror.
Luke sighed in admiration. "Look, how professional. Take a punch first to nail down the suspect for assaulting a police officer, and then move on to the next step. As expected of an experienced detective, his methods are steady. "
Selina, however, frowned. "If we do the same, are you going to hit me, or am I going to hit you? I don't want my cheek to be swollen for a week. "
Luke shrugged. "You can hit me. I'm more resistant to beatings."
Selina nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, I'll train it and try to control the strength of the swelling for two days. But I don't think we'll need it very often. "
Luke didn't think much of it. "It's good to have another option. You can't be too gentle, or you won't be able to see the effect."
Connie looked at them. "You …"
Luke turned his head and smiled brightly at her. "Newbies like us can only improve faster by learning from our seniors."
Connie was lost for words. So, you're going to learn from the two b * tches next door?
What happened next was very simple.
The suspect, who had already been charged with assaulting a police officer and could be killed at any moment, quickly broke down and confessed everything.
In fact, he had made the right decision.
John had indeed planned to kill the guy, or seriously injure him.
In any case, there was another suspect, and he could afford to take the risk.
The suspect, however, couldn't afford to take the risk.
But the outcome of the interrogation wasn't good.
The two men belonged to a gang called Blood Skull, and were professional thugs.
Their boss was called Billy Jordan.
Attacking Walter was the mission that their boss, Billy, had given them.
On the other hand, the Blood Skull was just a group of people who made a living in the Brooklyn area. There were only about 50 of them, and there were more than 100 subordinates below them.
There were at least a hundred of these small gangs in Brooklyn, and they weren't directly affiliated with Kingpin's forces.
It was impossible to catch Kingpin's tail with the testimony of these two fellows.
Dustin had already quietly appeared in the observation room. He listened to the confessions of the two Blood Skull thugs with an ugly expression.
Luke leaned over and said in a low voice, "The person who planned this is too cautious. He's very clean. Unless that Billy gives him up, this has nothing to do with 'his' forces. "
Of course, Dustin knew who Luke was talking about.
After a brief silence, he said, "Everyone in the Detective Bureau is now on leave. Report to the police department immediately. Call John out. He'll lead the operation later. I want the Blood Skull gang gone from New York by tomorrow morning. "
Luke said, "Yes, sir."
Although he was the best fighter Dustin had, John, an old fox from the Detective Bureau, was more suitable as a frontline commander in a large-scale operation like this. After all, he was very familiar with the people in the Detective Bureau and could make them unleash their full potential.
Dustin also sold these old foxes a favor by letting them personally avenge Walter, which would be good for his career as a director.
After a busy night, all the clerks in the Detective Bureau came back to work overtime.
They had to deal with a lot of phone calls, confessions, and arrest warrants; they didn't have it any easier than the detectives who arrested people.
However, no one complained.
Walter, a veteran of the Detective Bureau, was seriously injured. If the Detective Bureau didn't do anything, which gang member in New York would be afraid of the Detective Bureau in the future?
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