The next day, Dustin called Luke to the conference room the moment he arrived at the police department.
More than ten detectives were seated. There was already some information on the whiteboard, as well as some locations and names.
Luke and Selina looked at each other and sat down silently.
They were more familiar with some of the photos on the whiteboard than all the detectives present.
It was the crime scene in D 'Amico's lair.
Yesterday, Luke and Damon had fought fifty to sixty criminals head-on, and some of them had even used grenades. Naturally, the police hadn't missed the commotion.
D 'Amico was dead, and the criminals in the building were all dead. The criminals who had gone to the warehouse hadn't had time to return in time to clean up the scene before the police took control.
The NPD had long since blacklisted Frank D 'Amico, the big shot who sold drugs.
However, Frank wasn't that stupid. He had been obediently selling his illegal drugs. It was hard to say how many bad things he had done in private, but he hadn't done anything to disrupt New York's stability on the surface, so he wasn't targeted.
After all, selling illegal drugs didn't affect New York's prosperity and stability.
In comparison, the FBI and the DEA were more concerned about D 'Amico's gang.
But there had been too much commotion in D 'Amico's lair last night. When the police came to investigate, they found a lot of bodies inside, including Frank D' Amico and his son.
There were also a lot of weapons, illegal drugs, and more importantly, a lot of account books in the lair. The police felt like they had found a treasure.
Luke didn't take the account books with him when he cleaned out the safe. He only scanned the important books and put them back in the safe. This could be considered as leaving some benefits for his colleagues who were cleaning up the place.
From the account books, the NPD could follow the clues and find a lot of people who had dealings with D 'Amico's gang without spending too much effort.
Now, there were a few places on the whiteboard that clearly pointed to the gangs involved in the account books.
Dustin began to explain the case and assign tasks.
As expected, Dustin made it clear that everyone just needed to pay attention to the fire in D 'Amico's lair last night, and that there was no rush.
Everyone's target for the next few days was a few underground gangs, striving to capture their important leaders in one fell swoop.
Usually, the NPD wouldn't make a big fuss, but now that they had evidence of the crime, they would be fools if they didn't take the opportunity to take credit.
The NPD and the New York City Council still needed some political achievements. Otherwise, how could they fool the people into voting for them?
After hearing about the mission, Luke and Selina left the police department and started work for the day.
At the same time, the Nelson & Murdock law firm in the Clinton area welcomed two guests who weren't clients early in the morning.
In the office, looking at the man and woman in formal business suits, Foggy asked, "What business do you have with our firm?"
He could tell at a glance that the man was in the same trade as him, but the woman's temperament didn't seem like it. She seemed more like an administrative clerk.
Thinking back to the property management auntie who had threatened to sue them yesterday, Foggy and Matt's expressions turned a little strange.
It's just a small management fee. Is there a need to call a lawyer? That wasn't even enough to pay the lawyer's fees. The two of them couldn't help but mutter to themselves.
The man took out a business card, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Foggy. "I'm Alan Shaw, a lawyer. Today, I've been entrusted by the Foundation for Aid to the Poor and Disabled to confirm a long-term charitable donation with your firm. This is Ms. Ella Dray, a director of the Foundation for Aid to the Poor and Disabled. She'll be the one to communicate with you about this charitable donation in the future. "
Foggy and Matt were stunned. "Charitable donation?"
Charity donations definitely required lawyers to complete a lot of legal formalities, but wasn't this person already doing it?
At that moment, Alan took out a stack of documents and explained it to his two colleagues.
However, Alan, who had a calm expression on his face, was very jealous of his two colleagues.
He wasn't jealous that these two could help the poor and disabled by applying to the foundation for loans.
Alan wasn't so bad as to scam the poor out of their life-saving money. What he was jealous of was another separate donation agreement.
They didn't talk for long.
This newly established Foundation for Aid to the Poor and Disabled had received a total of 2.3 million in charitable donations.
Foggy and Matt could only help the recipients submit their applications to the foundation; the foundation would do the rest.
In the documents that Alan took out, the only thing that really needed Foggy and Matt's signature was a separate donation agreement.
As long as Nelson & Murdock continued to provide legal aid to the poor and disadvantaged, the foundation would donate $50,000 a month to the firm for a tentative period of one year.
That was what made Alan the most jealous.
Such donation agreements basically had to set requirements for the firm, such as how many poor people they had to provide legal aid to every year, and to avoid taking the money and not doing anything, or doing less.
There were no such troublesome restrictions in this donation agreement; it only required that it be used for the law firm's operations.
As long as Foggy and Matt were willing, they could use the money to pay themselves a monthly salary, which could also be counted as the firm's operating costs. At most, it would be too unsightly.
If it were Alan, he would use the money to cover all the firm's expenses, and put the profits from the lawsuit into his own pocket, which would also allow his business to get off the ground quickly.
Given the size of this Nelson & Murdock firm, a donation of $600,000 a year would be enough for them to survive for several years.
With a few years to start up, there would naturally be a clear result on whether or not the firm could continue to operate.
Using someone else's money to start a business without any follow-up problems was the dream of countless young people.
But these two young and inexperienced lawyers had really encountered such a good thing.
What was even more depressing was that Alan was here to give them money.
Recalling how he had been kicked out of his previous law firm half a year ago, and had no choice but to leave Los Angeles for New York, Alan could only sigh. Life really was too f * cking unfair!
But no matter how many times he thought about America, in the end, he could only smile and say goodbye to the two young lawyers.
After seeing off Alan and Ella, the three elders of the firm hid in the lawyer's office again.
With a smile, Karen looked at the two of them. "Alright, who did this? There's actually a big surprise without saying a word. Yesterday you said you were looking for a big client, but today you found a charity donation. There aren't even any strings attached. "
A big client who was willing to pay a lot of money meant that there would be a lot of trouble with the lawsuit, but there was clearly no trouble with this donation.
Hearing that, Foggy subconsciously looked at Matt, but Matt shook his head. "It wasn't me. I don't know such a big shot."
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