Chapter 1045: You kid don't spew blood
[World Mission: 1, Major Cases 1/5]
[World Mission: 2, Normal Case 46/50]
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"Listen buddy, it's been such a pleasure to work with you, in less than a week, I've solved more than 20 cases, and this efficiency is no one."
Russell patted Pierre on the shoulder, who was sitting at the computer desk typing a report, next to a row of cans of coffee, and said blankly: "It's only you who is happy, I'm going crazy." β
"Normal, a lot of people say that."
Russell nodded in agreement, except for Deadpool, everyone else will be more or less unwell, both physically and mentally.
The worst thing is Supergirl, all cracked.
"What?"
"I mean, we have such a tacit understanding, why don't we team up as partners?"
Russell gave a reasonable opinion, he used the ability of an elite police officer to solve crimes, and Pierre showed a talent for reporting, and peace in the jurisdiction was just around the corner.
"Because I don't want to die yet, I don't want to be admitted to the intensive care unit, and I don't want to lose my arm and leg in the archives for the rest of my life."
Pierre's eyes blurred as he spoke, and the old men cried: "I don't want to sit in the office, I want to go out to solve cases, and I want to perform tasks on the front line." β
"Together?"
"When I didn't say it!"
"Okay, don't complain, I'll introduce you to a few more girls tonight, blonde." Russell comforts the increasingly irritable Pierre and gives away a few sweet dates.
"Russell, about the girl you introduced, I always feel that something is wrong."
Pierre frowned and said, "I remember last night, I had a good chat with a girl, and then ...... You know. β
"I don't know very well, please describe it specifically, preferably in writing."
"I can't do it, every time I think about it deeply, it's either a snowflake and a mosaic, or a black screen, as if I'm drinking and drinking."
"Be confident, you just can't drink."
"No, that's not the point, the point of the matter is ...... This one. β
Pierre patted the printed report: "If I've been dating my sister all night, where did the report come from, it's too suspicious." β
Russell's eyes narrowed slightly, and a heart soothed down: "It's not suspicious, it has been practicing in the police station for many years, and it is already a mature computer, and it will work overtime to make reports by itself." β
"Is that so?"
"Pierre, you bastard, get me in!"
While the two were talking, a roar came from the director's office, and Pierre shuddered and walked into the office.
A group of police officers looked at each other, Russell shrugged his shoulders and kindly sat down at his computer desk to help Pierre complete the report.
Maybe I haven't touched the keyboard for a while, but I typed out 3,000 words in half an hour, deleted 2,999, and finally there was only one left.
"Pierre, you've come back from being scolded?"
Russell took the initiative to give up the computer: "Just helped you warm up, let's start typing the report!" β
"No, the director is very annoyed that I haven't done my job properly in the past few days, and scolded me for scolding me."
Pierre looked at Russell with a look of resentment: "The director also used you as an example, if I were as efficient as you, he wouldn't be so angry that he lost his hair." β
"Don't listen to his nonsense, it's just a hair follicle strike to make you angry." Russell decided to side with Pierre.
"That's what I said, and then I got out......"
Pierre covered his face: "Man, you made me miserable, and said that you would help me solve the case, but what was the result?" β
"The result is perfect, all the cases have been solved, and those who should be arrested will be punished, and the report in your hand will be filed."
"Not yet, what do you say about the Korean gangster case?"
"To be precise, it's a home care company, very high-end, not a Korean gangster."
Russell calmly explained: "According to my investigation, this company is mainly engaged in nutritional health care, beauty makeup, home care and other products. β
"Sounds like the Korean version of Amway."
Pierre complained and continued: "But last time you told me that there is no innocent business in the world, and there must be something wrong with this company." β
"That's right, but the focus is not on this company, their main business is at most tax evasion, which is something that the IRS should worry about."
Russell lowered his head and whispered: "The problem is the company's shareholders, the underworld family from South Korea is preparing to settle in New York, and now it is the early stage, their business is really clean, and I can't help it." β
"So what?"
"So, I'm going to wait and see for a while, and then I'll do it when their hands and feet are not clean."
Russell said seriously, in fact, with Pierre, a free typist, he briefly checked the Korean cosmetics company and went to investigate other cases.
If he really wants to entangle a case and not let go, he doesn't have the efficiency to solve the case so quickly.
"Hey, hey, you're so bad!"
"No appointment, thank you!"
Russell refused, indicating that he was a 'straight' man, and patted Pierre on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I don't have any other advantages, but talking definitely counts, there is a situation on the cosmetics company's side, and I will definitely get it done as soon as possible." β
"First time?"
"Yes, you may not believe it, I have developed a few informants over there."
Russell smiled proudly, with his handsome appearance, the cosmetics company is basically his person, and now he is waiting for the other party to be dishonest.
Jingle bells! Jingle Bell ββββ
The mobile phone rang, Russell nodded after connecting, hung up the phone and raised his eyebrows at Pierre: "There is a situation over there, I will come when I go, I will call you if there is a situation, remember to bring a few more police cars to pretend to be people." β
"Don't you need my help?"
"No, I'm afraid you'll be holding back."
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XXX Co., Ltd.!
The police car stopped in the parking lot of the medical institution, and Russell strode across the parking lot and went straight to the office building, all the way unimpeded, and no one stepped forward to ask for it, as if he was a transparent person.
The Brooklyn medical facility, which has moved out to a South Korean home care company, is still being renovated, with renovation workers and the sound of construction everywhere.
The office building, except for the tattooed bodyguards in suits and sunglasses, is no different from ordinary companies.
Russell had been here once before, and there weren't so many bodyguards, and the sudden increase today was because the company's majority shareholder flew to New York by private jet to monitor the progress of the construction.
Rich people, it's understandable that there are more bodyguards.
Click!
At the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, Russell pushed open the office door of the large conference room, and inside were two rows of Koreans in straight suits, suits and ties + tattoos, and gold wire glasses, looking like a standard social person.
The middle-aged man who presided over the meeting looked at Russell suspiciously, always feeling that this face seemed to have been seen somewhere, and bowed his head and muttered.
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A series of cheers rang out, Russell plucked out his ears and showed his police ID: "NYPD, I suspect that someone here is illegally possessing guns, please cooperate with my investigation." β
"Hahaha......" xN
There was a flurry of laughter in the room, and Russell giggled, because the laughter was so cold that in the end, he was the only one laughing.
A man in a suit stood up suddenly, smiled and reached into his arms, and suddenly, a loud shout rang out, frightening the man in the suit to sit back in place.
The man presiding over the meeting got up, walked quickly to Russell, bent down respectfully, and then stretched out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Russell, the contemptible surname is Li, and he is the president of this company, and it is a great honor to meet you." β
"It turned out to be Mr. Li, who has admired his name for a long time, and by the way, ask ......"
Russell ignored the hand handed over, raised his eyebrows, and said, "We know each other?" β
"You don't know me, but I know you, and I had contact with Mr. Winston before coming to New York, and he showed me your picture."
Mr. Li didn't care, and said with a simple smile to cover up his panicked look: "Please rest assured, Mr. Winston has taught me the rules, New York is your territory, and we won't mess around here." β
What do you call my territory, you kid don't spew blood!
"Mr. Winston...... You're talking about Captain Blackbeard, right? β
Russell rolled his eyes speechlessly, no matter what purpose Winston used his deterrent, the underground world of New York was much more stable, this is an indisputable fact.
"Since you know the rules, let's start going through the procedures, there are so many people in the house, do they all have gun licenses?"
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The corners of Mr. Li's mouth twitched, and after a while, he smiled bitterly: "Mr. Russell, we only carry weapons for self-defense, after all...... After all, this is New York, and the local gangsters are very xenophobic. β
"How is it possible, you are your own sons, coming to the United States is like going home, no one can exclude you!"
Russell sneered and shook his police officer card: "Don't talk nonsense with me, now your second uncle in New York wants to check the gun license, and if he can't get a certificate, he will all go back to the police station with me to pick up soap." β
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A group of men in suits looked indignant, and Mr. Li turned around and roared, slapped one of them down, and then smiled at Russell.
Just as he was crying out, the door to the conference room was pushed open, and a man in a suit stepped forward and whispered in his ear.
Russell heard very clearly that there was a problem with the goods at the airport, the escort rebelled, and the brothers over there were all planted.
The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile to watch the show, walked to the edge of the sofa in the conference hall and sat down, black and black, he liked this plot.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ββββ
A few gunshots rang out in the corridor, and then the gunshots rang out like a battlefield.
Two rows of bodyguards in black suits stood up, glanced at Mr. Li, and after receiving a nod in agreement, they all pulled out their guns and rushed out of the conference room, causing the gunfire in the corridor to intensify again.
Over the course of two minutes, gunshots rang out one after another, with occasional screams.
Mr. Li sat on pins and needles, looked at Russell with a pleading gaze, got the back of his head, gritted his teeth with a gloomy face, and asked the remaining bodyguards in the conference room to go out to help.
After about thirty seconds, the gunfire stopped, and Mr. Li slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Boom!
The door was violently kicked open, and a familiar face came into Russell's sight.
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[The host contacts the plot character Lucy, triggers the lottery link, and gets two lottery chances, is it now drawn?] γ
Russell: "......"