Chapter 650 The Revenge of the Reagan Family (5)

Perhaps the actual amount received was not that high. After all, it is unlikely that the drug worth 12 million yuan was sold at the original price. But even so, the final cash income from these two sums should not be less than 20 million yuan.

It is still unknown how many members of the "Blue Templars" were involved in this series of gangster crimes. Even if it is calculated as too many, 20 people will be divided equally, and one million per person will be extremely generous.

In fact, the NYPD's pension system is quite good. The specific plan is a bit cumbersome. It is usually calculated based on the number of years of service plus extended retirement time as a weighted item.

Take Danny as an example. He joined the police when he was 25 years old and could choose to retire when he was 45 years old.

Assuming that his salary income in the last year before retirement is about US$110,000, his annual pension will be about US$58,000. If he is willing to continue working for another five years, his annual pension will be nearly US$84,000.

When Danny works for 30 years, that is, if he chooses to retire at the age of 55, his pension will even exceed his annual salary income in the last year of employment.

Considering that most of the people involved are veteran police officers with rich experience, such as the only one they have identified, Detective Malewski, who has worked for more than 25 years, Frank’s metaphor of a pension is quite vivid. .

“We have been tracking this group of drug dealers for nearly two years, but the success fell short because of some dirty police officers who came out of nowhere. Everyone involved in the operation was very unhappy.

However, considering the long-term cooperative relationship between the DEA and the NYPD, we have arranged follow-up cleanup work. Currently, all undercover personnel have been evacuated, and relevant informants have been protected. The next step depends on your actions. "

After Dorn expressed the DEA's attitude, he chatted with the two again for a while, then said goodbye and left. Before leaving, Frank once again expressed his gratitude to the DEA for the goodwill conveyed to him.

"I think I owe Dana a huge favor." How could the mature Frank not guess that Dana Moge's mediation was behind this matter? Although his relationship with the DEA is indeed good, it is also Not to the extent that the other party would suffer a loss and even come to show their kindness.

However, Jack still pretended to have a sudden realization, saying that he was innocent and innocent and didn't know about it. In fact, although he had some guesses, after all, he sent a message to his female boss who was still in Washington DC after leaving the scene last night. , but I didn’t expect that there were so many stories behind it.

There was a DEA informant among the four dead last night. Dana Moger did not tell him in advance, but only hinted that he should visit Frank this morning.

Although he received another piece of bad news, Frank's spirit cheered up a little, and his mind seemed to be temporarily no longer immersed in the grief over the death of his son Joey. He stepped forward and patted Jack on the shoulder.

"Are you free? Get in your cool Dodge and take me out to do some errands."

"Sir, do you want me to help you arrange a car?" Baker, the female secretary sitting outside the office, saw Frank and Jack put on their coats and walked out of the room. She quickly stood up and asked.

Although this blond, long-legged beauty is less than 30 years old, she is one of Frank's absolute confidants at work, and her level of observation is also top-notch.

"No, it's just a personal matter, not to mention I already have a driver." Frank smiled at her and quickly took the lead into the elevator.

As the director, Frank usually needs a bulletproof Saberban car and full-time security guards when he goes out, but today is a little special.

After getting in the car, he handed Jack a piece of paper with an address in Uptown written on it.

This is a pretty good neighborhood. The three-story townhouses are only separated from the street park by a road. Although it is not like the vast and sparsely populated Los Angeles, every house has a luxurious front lawn, but under the steps in front of the house It is still decorated very uniquely with flower pots.

Jack stopped on the side of the road, Frank got out of the car alone, walked quickly to one of the doors and knocked on the door.

A white woman in her 50s opened the door and couldn't help but look surprised when she saw the visitor, "Frank, oh, no, I mean, Mr. Director."

"Hello, Alice, can you call me Gerry?" It was obvious that both parties were old acquaintances. Although the old woman whom Frank called Alice changed her name to Director, she was mostly joking.

"Oh, of course, Gerry! You'll never guess who's here." Alice shouted back to the room, then apologized, "Sorry, I'm rude, please come in, Frank."

"No, it's okay. It's just a small matter. I won't go in." While the two were chatting, a white man about the same age as the old woman came to the door. He also looked surprised when he saw Frank, "Director?!"

Frank smiled at his wife Alice again, and nodded slightly at Gerry who came to the door, "Excuse me, Alice, Gerry, come with me for a walk."

While they were talking, the two of them walked across the street together. At the same time, Jack also got out of the car, adjusted his windbreaker to cover the gun at his waist and armpit, and followed the two of them a few steps away like a bodyguard.

"How is your family?" Gerry didn't know the reason why his director came to visit, but they were old friends who had known each other for decades, so he didn't think much about it and followed him to greet him casually.

"Thanks to you, they are all doing well. How is your family?" Frank responded a little perfunctorily, his face gradually becoming gloomy.

"Sean is the lacrosse coach at Stony Brook University, and Tina has just become pregnant with her third child, a girl." It can be seen that this Gerry should be a middle-to-high-level police officer in the NYPD, and he has a decent life. Happy and contented.

He was unaware of Frank's suppressed anger and was still talking endlessly. Perhaps he really thought that his director was just passing by and remembered his old friend to chat with him.

The two came to the side near the neighborhood park. Frank slowed down and interrupted the other person's words with a straight face.

"On August 15, you issued an order to destroy confiscated weapons, but some of the 9mm Glocks were concealed. Who did you give these items to?"

When Gerry heard this question, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and his whole body suddenly became visibly depressed, "Oh God"

"I should have guessed that sooner or later such a day would come?" Jack stood in the distance without saying a word, and help him finish the second half of the sentence in his heart.

Gerry, who was originally smiling, seemed to have lost his sense of direction. He turned around twice in a daze, and sat down tremblingly on a bench in the park on the street.

Frank stood in front of him, as if looking at a pile of garbage, with a hint of impatience on his face, "You have ten seconds, otherwise the conditions will be void."

"What conditions?" Gerry asked tremblingly.

Frank bargained with him impatiently, "Your only conditions are 10, 9, 8, 7, 6."

Listening to this countdown that sounded like a reminder, two names immediately popped out of Gerry's mouth, "Okay, okay, stop counting. It's Art Buchanan and Will Atwater, the Northern District Bureau of Manhattan." From the Narcotics Enforcement Division.”

Frank looked suspicious. He knew Gerry's position very well, and it was impossible for him to get on the line with two police detectives for no reason and make such a dangerous deal. "That's all?"

"These are the two police detectives who are doing business with me." Ge Li showed fear.

"There is another name, the person who pulled the strings, the person who caused you to fall into this situation, I will find this person, you know what I will do, 3, 2, 1"

Gee, is this the coercion of the boss with full aura? Jack, who was watching the show not far away, was amazed. It would be great if he could handle the case so easily.

In the NYPD, Gerry, a senior police officer who usually wears a white shirt, a gold wind belt, and a police hat with a pine brim, looked like a helpless child in front of Frank, and he actually burst into tears.

"Teddy Chapin, from the 31st Precinct."

Seeing him crying with snot and tears, Frank picked up his suit jacket, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him. His original majestic expression also fell, and he looked back at Jack behind him, his face It is full of helplessness of having family scandals exposed.

"What are the conditions?" Gerry couldn't wait to know the punishment he was about to receive.

"Tomorrow morning, I want to see your police badge and gun appear on the desk of your branch chief. The money you got from the private transaction can be kept as your only pension in the future.

I don’t want you to appear in any NYPD precinct again, including going to retirement parties, or even wearing a baseball cap with the word NYPD on it, and you are not allowed to tell anyone why. "