Chapter 589 Don’t cry until you see the coffin

Seeing the young FBI suppressing his anger, blasting the accelerator and driving away, Lyle Greene's originally smiling face instantly darkened.

He hurried back to his office. He waved to the female secretary who wanted to come forward not to disturb him. He closed the office door with his backhand and locked it carefully. He walked to his desk, took out a prepaid mobile phone from the drawer and pressed the button hard. Power button.

At the same time, at the corner of the street on the side of the District Attorney's Office, the Dodge Hellcat made a circle and stopped on the side of the road. Jack, who was still looking aggrieved just now, seemed to be a different person, no longer looking like a young boy. The foolish young man is virtuous.

He parked the Hellcat behind an inconspicuous gray van, got out of the car and walked to the side, raised his hand and knocked three times on the door rhythmically.

The car door was opened, revealing Danny's haggard face with a beard. Seeing that the anxiety in his eyes had subsided by seven points, Jack knew that their plan was successful.

"How is it going?"

"The boy of the beach took the bait."

In the surveillance car that had been converted into an ordinary van, the dignified NYPD director was crouching in his small seat, listening to something with headphones on. He turned around to see him getting into the car, and turned around with a smile that made Jack suddenly feel sad. Decide.

Frank put down his earphones, as if he was despised by some scum, and sighed and said, "These authorized surveillance data are enough to convince the Department of Justice to launch a comprehensive investigation into Lyle Greene. The rest is up to you."

"I will definitely bring Linda back safely." Danny's frown finally relaxed a little and he nodded.

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"At this address, there is an old dark brown Chevrolet across the street. There are two FBI agents inside. You must act as soon as possible. The bailiff will take her away early tomorrow morning. Be sure not to make too much noise.

And the detective's wife, you must not harm her. She must be sent back intact when the hearing is over tomorrow afternoon, otherwise you will have to bear the dual wrath of the NYPD and FBI. "

Jack turned off the audio file he had just received and patted Danny on the shoulder, "Don't worry now, Linda will be fine."

Danny still had a straight face, the worry in his eyes was much lessened, replaced by burning anger.

The two of them changed back to the old Focus sedan that smelled strange but was quite inconspicuous. At this time, the car was parked in a small alley not far from the safe house where Sylvia lived.

From their current angle, they could just see the safe house and the situation across the street.

As time gradually passed and the sky became darker, the lights were turned on in the house. The light penetrated the thin curtains and reflected a graceful female figure in the living room on the window glass.

At the end of the road not far away, a large truck slowly approached. Jack pushed Danny who had fallen asleep in the driver's seat for some time.

"Wake up, there's something wrong with that car."

"Damn, when did I fall asleep?" Danny wiped the corners of his eyes, looking a little annoyed.

This guy has been busy solving crimes since he witnessed David Terry being shot dead by Raimundo Salazar on the street, and he hasn't had much rest. He hasn't slept much for two days and one night since his wife was kidnapped. .

After listening to Lyle Greene's surveillance recording just now, I felt slightly relaxed. Then I couldn't bear the sleepiness and fell asleep for more than an hour without realizing it.

After all, not everyone can be like a certain person who can turn on his gold finger like Superboy and still be energetic even if he doesn't sleep for two or three days. In fact, even Jack, the more important tasks he faces, the more he will race against time. Take the time to rest.

"I guess that car will pretend to break down in the middle of the road between the surveillance car and the house." Jack had already guessed the Alma gang's plan. They did not dare to shoot two police officers protecting Sylvia in the street, so they could only Think of a trick to take control of them.

Just as he expected, the large truck churned along halfway, and finally made a strange noise before becoming completely silent. The truck was anchored in a position that just blocked the surveillance vehicle's view.

"Attention all units, get ready for action. Our guests are here." Watching a familiar Mercedes-Benz G-type off-road vehicle turn around the corner and speeding towards the safe house, Danny grabbed the walkie-talkie.

On the other side, the two plainclothes police officers who had been sitting in the car seemed to realize that something was wrong. They got out of the car and showed their police badges to the two large truck drivers who were pretending to repair the car, and loudly ordered them to move the car, but then they He had two pistols pressed against his waist.

At the same time, the Mercedes-Benz G, which was speeding towards the safe house, made a harsh brake sound and stopped directly on the lawn. A white man jumped out of the car. It was the second-in-command of the Almar Gang, Raimundo. Lupino, Salazar's most trusted subordinate.

"Confirm the target and take action!"

Seeing Lupino running two steps quickly, he stepped forward and kicked open the door and rushed into the house. Danny immediately sounded the siren and drove out. Five or six plainclothes police cars with colorful lights flashing came from every corner. Jumped out and surrounded the large truck.

"Put down your weapons and kneel down!" Under the pressure of more than a dozen black holes with gun muzzles pressed against their faces, the two confused Elmar gang thugs subconsciously threw away their pistols and knelt down obediently.

Seeing that the two colleagues who acted as baits were safe and sound, Danny breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand to have the two thugs handcuffed, and walked quickly towards the safe house.

On the other side, Lupino, who had just broken into the door aggressively, had already raised his hands above his head and backed away from the house.

Immediately following came a group of fully armed ESU members (NYPD version of SWAT) and Danny's female partner Jackie. Although this eldest sister is a bit older, she actually maintains a good figure. She pretends to be 20 through the curtains. Sylvia, who stood out, didn't reveal her secrets at all.

"Bang!" Danny stepped forward quickly and knocked Lupino to the ground with a heavy punch. Then he rode on him and beat him violently.

"Where is my wife?"

"Bang! Bang!"

"Say! Where is she?"

"Bang!"

However, his violent beating was rewarded with a ferocious smile. Lupino spat out the blood in his mouth, revealing his blood-stained teeth, "I told you, you have a beautiful wife." , Detective Regan.”

"Fakeyu, you son of a bitch!"

Danny's right hand that wanted to draw the gun again was held down by Jack, and his partner Jackie quickly stepped forward and hugged the detective who was so angry that he almost lost his mind.

"Leave this man to us. You take the two guys over there and give a gag order to all the police officers involved in the operation tonight. You only caught two Elmar gang thugs. Do you understand?"

Jack's words made Jackie turn around in surprise. Lupino, who was lying on the ground, realized something was wrong and wanted to shout loudly, but was knocked unconscious by Jack's seemingly light kick.

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Half an hour later, at the deserted river beach under the 53rd Street Bridge, the Mercedes-Benz G slowly stopped. Jack opened the door, walked around to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and lifted Lupino, who was as limp as a dead dog, with one hand. come out.

"This is the first time I know that there is such a desolate place in the bustling Big Apple."

The sullen Danny hummed and pulled out a shovel and a plastic bucket full of gasoline from the trunk.

"My grandfather told me about this place. In his half-truths and half-false stories, in the 1980s and 1990s, this place was used by some police officers to deal with some troublesome gang members."

Jack smacked his lips, and for a moment he really couldn't tell whether it was true or false. Let alone the 1980s and 1990s, even now, in my impression, Detective Hank from the Chicago Police Department seemed to like doing this.

He leaned over and took off the dirty cloth that blocked his mouth. His limbs and joints were removed, and he was like a maggot pupating on the ground. Lupino, who wanted to stay away from the two demons, took a big breath of fresh air, and then let out a mother-in-law. They screamed.

"You are the police, you can't do this, help! Help!"

Unfortunately, his screams did not reach too far on the beach and were drowned out by the sound of waves lapping on both sides of the Hudson River.

"Qiang!"

"Qiang!"

The shovel rubbed against the rough gravel on the river beach, making a crisp metallic sound. By the time Lupino became hoarse from shouting, a nearly one-meter-long tomb had begun to take shape.

"Sorry, I can't dig anymore. Six feet (the standard depth of a grave in European and American funeral culture) is probably out of the question. Just stick with three feet."

Danny threw the shovel aside, walked up to Lupino, kicked him down the pit with his feet, then opened the plastic bucket and poured all the gasoline inside.

"One last question, where is my wife?"

With a click, Danny lit a cigarette with a lighter and squatted down by the pit. The weak flame of the cigarette butt flickered on and off in the river breeze at night.

"Ahem. You can't do this, you can't." Lupino, who couldn't move, was choked by the pungent smell of gasoline and coughed.

"OK, then let me ask someone else. You still have three subordinates. I will bring them here one by one. Someone will always be willing to talk." Danny stood up and took out the cigarette in his mouth to show off.

"At 2064 Fifth Avenue! She was tied up in the basement by me. Only I know where it is. No one is guarding her, and no one has hurt her. I told you, stop!"