Chapter 455 Police uniforms represent dignity, shoulder straps represent faith, and police numbers r

The brief conversation ended.

Old Morgan couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he watched Su Ming leave resolutely.

He had received the news from his secretary earlier and heard that Su Ming was going to come to his office specifically to explain something.

Although Old Morgan was a little surprised, he was not too shocked.

After all, he also got the latest news that Liu Yang was killed by the Poker Organization and the first arrest failed.

Originally, I thought... Su Ming came this time to apply for an extension of the seven-day time, or to ask for some additional compensation or help, or even to negotiate to give up the case.

But I didn't expect that when Su Ming came to his office, he didn't take the initiative to mention Liu Yang at all, and didn't even ask for an extension of time, as if this had never happened.

He only needed to block New York City as much as possible to prevent members of the Poker Organization from fleeing to other places, and to resolve the subsequent riots caused by the arrest.

The most important thing is... He actually took the initiative to shorten the time limit and wanted to completely eliminate the Poker Organization within three days.

This undoubtedly surprised Old Morgan.

Although I don't quite understand why Su Ming is so confident and determined when the first arrest failed.

But Old Morgan still chose to believe, not only because the arrest was almost successful this time, but more importantly...Su Ming's eyes just now, that kind of suppressed anger, cold and bloody eyes.

Even Old Morgan, who was experienced in judging people, had never seen that kind of eyes in other people's eyes.

That's why.

Old Morgan chose to believe, and even when Su Ming said... that he would only bring back corpses, he did not choose to refute.

Because from the anger and hatred in Su Ming's eyes, Old Morgan was very sure... that group of poker organization members, except for himself, probably provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked again.

Falling into Su Ming's hands, it would not be so easy even if he wanted to die.

Suppress the complicated thoughts in his mind.

Old Morgan sat back in his office chair, pressed the paging bell beside the table, and his expression became particularly serious.

As Secretary White, who wore a standard suit regardless of the season and the occasion, walked in, Old Morgan, who was sitting with his legs crossed, tapped the table with his fingers and spoke slowly.

"Witt."

"Tell the relevant departments to conduct effective and strict screening of people leaving New York City within three days, and do not let those undocumented illegal immigrants and homeless people leave New York City."

"At the same time, pay attention to the whereabouts of Sheriff Su Ming during this period. If there is any negative public opinion and impact caused by arresting criminals, do your best to help him deal with it."

"At least, public opinion cannot affect his subsequent arrest operations."

Speaking of this.

Old Morgan thought for two seconds, and then continued seriously.

"By the way."

"If those people above say that martial law in New York City will have adverse effects."

"Just give a suitable reason, such as...the company's confidential documents were stolen and it takes three days to find them back, etc."

"We only need to control illegal immigrants and homeless people, which is not a big deal."

Hearing this order.

Secretary Witt nodded without hesitation, lowered his head and answered immediately.

"I understand, President."

"I will negotiate with the relevant departments now and implement short-term control of New York City as soon as possible."

Old Morgan nodded with satisfaction, and then waved his hand to let Secretary Witt go down.

He found a comfortable position to lean on the leather seat, crossed his hands into a triangle on the table, squinted his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Su Ming, I am getting more and more curious now..."

"What have you experienced at such a young age to have such a special look."

...

At this moment.

Su Ming drove the car he took from an unknown American citizen and kept driving towards the road of the New York Police Department.

But the speed... from the full throttle at the beginning to the current crawling like a turtle.

It's not that he didn't want to see Director Liu for the last time, but after the anger subsided slightly, Su Ming felt a deep sense of self-blame in his heart.

Originally... Originally Director Liu didn't have to die, and there didn't have to be such an accident. As long as he was more cautious, he could add a few more insurances to this arrest operation.

Maybe Director Liu can still chat and drink coffee with Sheriff Walker with a big belly.

Previously, I had been thinking about how to prevent the members of the task force from getting into trouble and how to prevent them from falling into the trap of the poker organization, but the final outcome always turned out like this.

Moreover, the arrest operation was not successful this time, and Director Liu's sacrifice became worthless, which was undoubtedly a result of adding insult to injury.

This is an experience that cannot be provided by 100,000 simulated crimes.

As a policeman, the self-blame and regret of the sacrifice of comrades due to their own misjudgment.

......

Half an hour later.

Although the speed was very slow, the mind was filled with various thoughts.

But unknowingly... Su Ming still drove to the door of the New York Police Department, and the owner who was forcibly pulled down by him before had been waiting at the door.

After seeing his own vehicle.

The unknown American citizen car owner immediately stepped forward angrily and knocked on the car window, cursing.

"Shit."

"Get down quickly, how can you handle cases like this."

"I will go to the Judicial Bureau to complain about you, and complain about you police who don't understand the case handling process."

Although the car owner kept knocking on the car window.

But Su Ming seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and did not hear the various shouts and curses outside.

At this moment.

Witt, with a Band-Aid on his face, grabbed the car owner's hand knocking on the window with a bad face, and warned him with saliva.

"Watch your behavior."

"When our police are on duty, we have the right to temporarily requisition your vehicle, and Sheriff Walker has already said that we will give you double compensation for the loss of the vehicle."

"If you dare to disrespect our police officers again, I will directly detain you in the interrogation room."

"If you don't believe it, you can try knocking again."

It's obvious.

As one of the parties involved in the previous gunfight and Liu Yang's sacrifice.

Witt understands Su Ming's current state very well. After all, he has just seen... the other police officers' expressions of loss of control and anger at the scene.

Although he doesn't quite understand why there is such comradeship when it's just work.

But for Liu Yang, who was helping to cover up in the last moments, Witt now only had full respect in his heart, and no longer thought that he was a non-staff member who was just here to get by.

He exhaled heavily.

Su Ming suppressed all his emotions in his heart, his eyes regained their previous sharpness, and there was even more determination and anger hidden deep inside. He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, looking at Witt beside him and said.

"Where is Director Liu now?"

After seeing Su Ming return to normal.

Walter did not hesitate at all and quickly answered.

"Captain Su Ming."

"At present, Officer Liu is in the forensic identification room, because there are the best freezing conditions there, so as to preserve Officer Liu's body."

Su Ming nodded gently, and then walked towards the forensic identification room without hesitation.

Arrived at the door of the forensic identification room.

Found that Lin Tian was squatting on the steps, holding a cigarette in his hand and smoking, and there were many cigarette butts crushed by his feet next to him.

Lin Tian, ​​who was originally smoking silently with his head down, was attracted by the footsteps and looked at Su Ming who was walking slowly. Then he stood up, threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground and crushed it, and said with a forced smile.

"The others have some skin injuries and are currently receiving emergency treatment in the infirmary."

"An Quan is using the Sky Eye surveillance to find the direction where K and the others fled. It's a pity that they couldn't keep those people just now."

It can be seen.

Lin Tian's current mood is also particularly heavy, sad and self-blaming, but as an old criminal policeman, he has experienced many comrades-in-arms sacrifices.

So Lin Tian knows very well... If you want to say who is the most self-blaming and sad now, it is definitely Su Ming rather than the other people in the task force. This is a result that no one wants to see.

As if he was afraid that Su Ming would blame himself too much, Lin Tian continued to narrate.

"Xiao Ming."

"You don't have to blame yourself too much."

"When we chose to come to the United States, each of us had actually thought about...what accidents might happen, after all, this is a special overseas operation."

"This arrest operation is actually very good, but no one expected...there would be a killer following behind No. 8, causing the news to be leaked so early."

"And if I could be faster at that time, maybe..."

Before Lin Tian finished speaking.

Su Ming waved his hand, interrupted his subsequent words, and spoke very firmly.

"It's okay, Director Lin."

"I won't let this matter affect my emotions and judgment. At present, our most important task...is still to arrest all members of the poker organization."

"The failure of this arrest operation does not mean that the subsequent arrests will fail."

"But now...I want to go in and see Director Liu first..."

It seems that Su Ming's self-regulation ability is so strong.

Lin Tian was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, pushed open the door of the appraisal room and gestured.

"Okay, okay."

"The ice coffin has not arrived yet, so it is temporarily kept at low temperature on the forensic table. I just changed the clothes on Director Liu."

Lin Tian took the lead and walked into the forensic identification room.

At this moment.

On the dissection table in the identification room, Liu Yang's cold body clearly came into Su Ming's eyes.

The clothes that were originally stained red had been changed by Lin Tian in advance, and replaced with solemn police uniforms specially brought here.

Compared to Liu Yang, who was usually good at officialdom and a veteran, he seemed to be no different or strange on the dissection table except for his pale face.

Looking at Liu Yang in front of him wearing a solemn police uniform, less greasy and easy-going, Su Ming lowered his head and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he suddenly reached out and slowly tore off the police number on the left chest of Liu Yang's police uniform, clenched it in his hand, looked at Lin Tian beside him, and said with a firm and solemn expression.

"Director Lin."

"Police uniforms represent dignity, shoulder straps represent belief, and police numbers represent the glory of a lifetime."

"So, I will carry Director Liu's most important police number and personally make sure those members of the poker organization receive the punishment they deserve. This is also the glory he should add to his resume..."