That was what they had to do.
When the sheriff arrived, he would have to praise them for doing a good job, or the frontline officers would be asking about his mother for months.
Most of the gangs in New York would only be wiped out if NYPD's officers were found and irrefutable evidence was found.
When the morning sun rose, Dustin's face was even gloomier. "Mobilize your connections and do your best to dig this Billy Jordan out."
Joe frowned. "Director, there's no sign of this guy at all. I suspect that he's been silenced."
Dustin said, "But we still have to find his body."
John lit a cigarette and didn't look any better than Dustin's. "Director, this guy's probably a concrete block at the bottom of the Hudson River. Those people are very good at this. "
Dustin turned a blind eye to Joe smoking in his office. "Then you have to dig out the person who threw Billy into the river and get to work."
At that moment, Connie knocked on the door. With Dustin's permission, she opened the door and stuck her head in. "Director, Walter's surgery is done. He's in the ICU now."
Dustin stood up. "How's he doing?"
Connie sighed. "He's not out of danger yet. His condition won't stabilize until tomorrow."
Dustin nodded. "Have you sent someone to take care of his family?"
Connie nodded. "Javier and Ryan have already gone. They'll send a safety signal to the department every ten minutes."
Dustin nodded. "Tell them not to get careless."
He then looked at the people in the room. "What are you still doing here? Waiting for me to give you lunch?"
It was early in the morning, and they should be eating breakfast.
Dustin was clearly unhappy that a bunch of people were in his office, especially a guy who was smoking without any self-awareness.
But this guy was probably his second or third best fighter, so Dustin could only swallow his anger.
Luke nudged Selina with his elbow, and the two of them quickly left.
Dustin was in a bad mood right now, and he didn't want to get in trouble.
Everyone dispersed in an uproar.
After they left the room, John stopped Luke and patted him on the shoulder. "Well done tonight. But if you have another operation, remember to call me. At the very least, I'm a qualified backup. "
Luke nodded with a smile and patted John's shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll call you if there's a chance."
If there's no chance or it's not suitable, then I can only apologize. He added in his heart.
John: "Well, that, thanks."
Luke said, "No need. Walter is my colleague too."
Saying goodbye to John, Luke and Selina went home.
He and Selena had worked overtime last night, so they could go home and take a nap.
The members of the Blood Skull Gang were all locked up in the detention room of the headquarters. Right now, there were plenty of rookies and veterans waiting to grind experience and credit from these scumbags. Interrogations had nothing to do with those who were good at fighting.
When he got home, Gold Nugget was watching TV in the living room.
Seeing that the two of them had returned, it began to whine.
Luke said, "Okay, we haven't had breakfast either. But you didn't give yourself an extra meal last night? "
Gold Nugget barked.
Luke said, "Fine, I've digested it all."
Gold Nugget had returned on its own last night while they were working overtime.
In the past, when it went out with them at night, it would be home before midnight.
After all, Dollar was a dog, and would be very frustrated if it didn't sleep all night. Luke and Selina didn't need it to stay up.
They washed up, had breakfast, and sorted through the files they had brought back from the department.
Selina stopped working first. "No matter how I look at it, there's no way we can trace this case back to Kingpin. The crime happened in Brooklyn, and the perpetrator is a gang in Brooklyn. The boss who ordered the thugs to do this has disappeared. Even if he was the one who did it, his hands are too clean. "
Luke nodded. "Of course this guy has this ability, to be able to live better and better under the pressure of the FBI, DEA, and NYPD. Otherwise, RICO would've sent him and his accomplices to prison a long time ago. "
Unlike some of the movies Luke had seen in his previous life, even though there were as many as 1.4 million gang members in America, they weren't as glamorous as they were in movies.
Take LAPD and NYPD for example. Only HQ had specialized organized crime investigation departments, and there were less than a hundred of them.
In their daily work, the Major Crimes Division basically encompassed their jurisdiction.
After all, gang members were most often involved in robbery and murder.
The most common business of the gang members, selling illegal drugs, was also investigated by the DEA, a specialized law enforcement department.
There was also the FBI, which was connected to the entire country and could take care of anything.
Most of the time, the organized crime investigation department only supported other departments, or only investigated a particularly nasty gang.
Thus, they didn't have much power.
Even though there were tens of thousands of gang members in Los Angeles and New York, the police didn't pay much attention to them.
Ever since the introduction of the RICO Act in the 1970s, the gang leaders who had been running amok for a while had either been sent to prison, or had been content to live in the dark corners of society as rats in the sewers.
It was impossible for a gang leader to openly enter the upper echelons of society.
That was because the RICO Act didn't require proof that a person was involved in a crime. Instead, a person only needed to be connected to a gang member, including money, activities, or even just contact, before they could be investigated until they were sent to prison.
From then on, the gang leaders could still rely on illegal businesses to make a fortune and live a life of debauchery, but they would never be able to enter the upper echelons of American society.
It was impossible to become a behind-the-scenes mayor like the main character in the movie The Godfather, who could do whatever he wanted.
Nowadays, most gang members were only at the bottom of American society.
Only in special circumstances like the California earthquake would the police pay attention to them and prevent them from rioting collectively.
The rest of the time, they could only sink to the bottom of society like mud in a pond, silently rotting and dying.
Even if they occasionally caused some bloodshed, it would be like mud stirring at the bottom of the water and soon settle down, no longer attracting the attention of ordinary people. It was impossible for them to muddy the water in the pond.
In that respect, Kingpin was extremely rare.
This famous underworld tyrant had extended his tentacles into the government of many cities over the years, but nobody knew how to deal with him.
Because nobody knew who Kingpin was and where he was.
Even though many senior police officers had heard of the name Wilson Grant Fisk, no one with the same name or similar name in the United States matched Kingpin's target.
Obviously, like the honorific title of Kingpin, the name Wilson Grant Fisk was not the true face of the Black Overlord's usual activities.
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