Chapter 726 The attack on NYPD police officers

The Bronx can be regarded as New York's industrial area, with many clothing and shoe factories concentrated there, as well as electrical and electronic equipment, machine manufacturing, chemicals, arms and other industries.

Like other districts in New York, the security situation here is both good and bad. The emerging entrepreneurial industry area and the old industrial area may be separated by only one street, which also draws an insurmountable line between the rich and the poor.

Because we were taking a detour from Staten Island to this area in the northernmost part of New York, when the two cars arrived one after the other, yellow caution tape had been drawn up and the area was surrounded by NYPD police officers.

Whether it is the NYPD or the LAPD, being shot at by one of their own police officers is a top priority, and almost all night patrol officers on duty nearby rush over.

Newcomer Jim Aubrey, who also received the news and came from his home in upper Manhattan, arrived early and was squatting next to a body covered with a white cloth on the side of the road to check the situation.

Jack and Hannah got out of the car. Danny, who parked in front of them, was already walking three steps abreast and couldn't wait to find the police officer present to learn about the situation.

Seeing the two of them, Aubrey lifted a corner of the white cloth covering the body, looking a little sad, "He died before the ambulance arrived."

On the ground was a motorcycle policeman wearing a helmet, a Latino male who looked to be in his early 30s. The trachea and carotid artery in his neck were punctured.

Blood flowed along the road and extended to the ditch on the side of the road. There was a police flashlight that had been crushed and deformed by the wheels. The broken glass of the lamp head reflected scarlet blood.

Before he died, the police officer was covering his injured neck with his left hand and holding a gun in his right hand. It was obvious that he had realized that something was wrong at the time, but it was too late and he was attacked the moment he drew his weapon.

"He was supposed to be doing a night traffic inspection at the time of the incident. In his last communication with the main station, he mentioned that he stopped a car, but I don't understand why he didn't report the license plate in advance." Aubrey was a little puzzled.

"Because if it's just a minor violation, it's normal not to report the license plate in advance. Did he wear a law enforcement recorder?" Jack and Hannah looked at each other. They were both from the LAPD and had some experience in this area.

"When I arrived, NYPD technicians had just removed the body camera worn on his chest and should be downloading data at this time."

Aubrey covered the white cloth again. At this time, Danny walked over from the direction of several police officers with a sad face, "His name is Tony Sanchez. He went to Afghanistan twice and survived, but he was sent to jail because of a ticket." Life."

Jack subconsciously glanced at the hand still holding the gun exposed under the white cloth. He was able to kill an experienced veteran with just one shot. Although it was a sneak attack, the opponent was obviously not an ordinary person.

He sighed but didn't know how to comfort him, "Are there any witnesses?"

"There's only one, and he's also the one who called the police."

Danny pointed at a middle-aged African-American man standing outside the police tape. Two police officers were taking notes on the scene with pens and paper.

"Let's get together." Jack patted him on the shoulder. He knew that Danny was also a veteran, so he was inevitably touched.

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"I'm working the night shift tonight, and my desk is right next to that window." The middle-aged African-American man pointed to an office building on the roadside. "After hearing the gunfire, I looked out the window and happened to see the policeman. Fell on the roadside.”

"So you didn't actually see the shooting?" Hannah asked.

"No, I called 911 immediately. By the time I ran out of the building, the car had already run away. The policeman was holding his neck and still breathing. I tried to help him stop the bleeding, but..."

Jack looked at the blood on his hands and nodded slightly.

The middle-aged African-American man was dressed in a somewhat old-fashioned way. He was in his 40s. He looked like an ordinary blue-collar worker, but he was a rare warm-hearted person. Most people would not dare to run out of the building to save people when encountering something like this, even if they were hit. The shooter was a police officer.

"Can you describe that car?" Danny couldn't bear it, and subconsciously glanced at the body covered with white cloth again.

"Of course, it's a black car. The windows are covered with black film, so you can't see clearly inside. It looks very high-end, but the paint style is a bit strange. It's like a car from a company that specializes in leasing luxury cars. Can you Do you understand what I mean?"

Jack said he understood, "Did you see the license plate clearly? Even just a part of it will be very helpful to us."

The African-American man showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, "Sorry, it was too dark at the time, and I was also very nervous. I just remembered that it had the three letters KFC on it, just like KFC."

After that, several people asked a few more questions, leaving the contact information of witnesses as usual before letting him go.

Jack turned to look at Danny, "It doesn't look like a premeditated attack, nor does it look like a hate crime against the police. Do you want to come back to the operations center with us?"

Danny shook his head, "I hope it's not an attack on the police. Recently, the relationship between the NYPD and ethnic minorities has been very tense due to the policies introduced by some assholes. The old man was worried that the antagonism between the two parties would further intensify, so he immediately invited the FBI. intervention.

I still have to stay at the scene to collect surrounding traffic surveillance. The NYPD liaison officer has rushed to 26 Federal Plaza. Once the data from the law enforcement recorder is extracted, it will be sent to you as soon as possible. "

26 Federal Plaza is naturally the federal building where the FBI's New York office is located. Although there are many other federal agencies in the building, this address usually refers to the FBI.

This is just like when New Yorkers say "Island", they refer to Manhattan, and when they mention "Street", they generally refer to Wall Street.

After bidding farewell to Danny for the time being, Jack and the three drove back to the combat center, which was already brightly lit. Jubal recalled nearly half of the analysts and technicians, and the remaining half will take over the work during the day tomorrow.

Steaming coffee was placed on everyone's table, and they looked ready. Photos of the deceased police officers and photos just sent back from the scene were displayed on the big screen.

Seeing the three people walking into the big office, Jubal put down the coffee cup in his hand, nodded at them, and said hello, "How is the scene?"

Jack sighed, "Although the identity of the murderer is not yet known, the NYPD is very angry. Fortunately, they have a calm-minded and rational chief. The situation at the scene does not look like a sniper operation targeting the police. Have you sent the body camera footage? ?”

Jubal pointed to an Asian guy sitting in front of him, "We just received it and are processing the picture. We hope to get a clear enough frontal photo of the murderer."

Jack subconsciously looked at the several analysts and technicians around him, but did not find the beautiful single mother Alice Taylor. No wonder these otakus all relied on strong coffee to wake up.

Of course this is just a joke, but Hannah has been in contact with her a few times recently, and she feels that she has a good personality and is serious and meticulous in her work. The problem is that she is a federal employee. Although she works for the FBI, she does not seem to have the idea of ​​becoming an FBI agent.

This is somewhat in conflict with Jack's original idea. There is still a difference between employees and official agents. It is like the difference between official police and auxiliary police. Whether to carry a gun or not is another matter. The problem is that employees do not have law enforcement rights. of.

Although Jack didn't expect all of his men to be able to fight, he still hoped to have a formal agent stationed in his hometown. After all, there would only be a total of six people including himself, and he would need to be on call 24 hours a day.

In the event someone takes time off or an emergency arises, an agent with law enforcement powers can come in handy.

However, Jack had only had some ideas before, so he asked Hannah to help test it out before making a final decision. If the other party really did not have the willingness in this regard, he could only continue to look through resumes.

"The image is processed." As he spoke, the Asian guy projected the image onto the big screen. "He only turned on the camera when he walked to the car door, so the license plate was not captured, but there was no problem with the clarity of the image. He had already captured the image. Take the driver’s avatar for facial recognition.”

The shooting angle of the law enforcement recorder is from the first-person perspective. In the upper left corner of the screen, a hand of the police officer who was attacked appeared, holding a police flashlight and cautiously approaching a black Lincoln sedan.

There is no audio in the first 15 seconds of the NYPD police body camera after it is turned on, so they cannot hear the conversation between the two parties clearly, but it can be seen that the murdered officer did not notice anything strange at this time.

Then the driver lowered the window glass. At this time, the law enforcement recorder began to record audio. Everyone also heard the conversation between the two parties. The police officer asked the driver to show his driver's license and driving license in a very formal manner. The reason was that the Lincoln had a taillight that was not in place. Bright.