"Hello!"

"The Ninety-Nine Incident, George, 27th Street police officers were shot."

"What?"

“…”

George stood up directly by the phone.

After watching the bar, men of different skin colors in casual clothes hung up the phone, they didn't say a word and walked out of the bar in a hurry.

Boom!

The door of the bar is pushed open.

Thunder and heavy rain came into the bar.

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

Thirty-seventh Street.

Lek pulled up the handbrake and said to Kassel, who had to follow him and sat in the passenger seat, "Do you understand staying in the car?"

I haven't finished speaking.

Kassel had ignored the heavy rain outside and pushed the door and walked out.

Lake shook his head helplessly.

get off.

The awning had been pulled up by the police. Under the awning, a female patrolman who looked about thirty years old fell to the ground and motionless.

A shot in the middle of the eyebrows.

Killed with one shot.

Good guy.

Shooting law enforcement officers or using this kind of execution?

Is this going to arouse the anger of nearly 80,000 law enforcement officers at the New York Police Department?

If so.

Congratulations to this guy, he did it successfully.

Lake ignored the heavy rain and did not need to show his ID. He walked into the cordon just by scanning his face.

Beckett was the first to arrive at the scene with Ryan and Esposito.

Joe is here too.

After Lake walked in, he greeted several people.

Ryan nodded to Lake, and then reported the information: "Royn Ford, thirty-one years old, the patrolman of the 22nd Branch, will be on patrol mission tonight, and this is a daily route for patrol."

"I know her."

Joe squatted down and looked at Rowling lying on the ground: "We are going to school together in the college."

"Is she married?"

"It's over."

“…”

Everyone was silent.

Joe got up and covered his forehead: "But he is divorced and has two children, Farke."

Lake looked up at the surveillance camera not far away: "Over there, right across from the entrance of the alley, have you photographed anything?"

"Someone has been sent to the transportation team to retrieve it."

"Damn it."

Wow wow wow wow.

A police car suddenly started moving.

Lake and others turned their heads and looked.

A police officer ran over: "A passerby provided information just now. After the gunshots rang, he saw a man with a hoodie hurriedly leaving the exit there without an umbrella and walking towards the Eighty-second Street."

soon.

Communication was reported from all the walkie-talkies of the present.

"All units pay attention to the 999 incident, the suspect is..."

Before the intercom could finish speaking, the sound of alarm rings was heard nearby.

Ninety-nine incident.

Police officer injured or dead code.

This is a vicious incident.

If the lives of law enforcement officers are not guaranteed at all, then who will protect the safety of the people? The New York Police Department has never had one attitude towards the 999 incident.

Whoever dares to trigger the Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Ninety-Dine, the New York Police Department will choose to consider the death penalty when accepting this case.

This is a vicious incident and must be severely punished.

soon.

The New York Police Department vehicle came over and Rowling Ford was put into a body bag.

The police officers here are also preparing to withdraw the team first.

Lake also said to Beckett, Joe and George: "Where I'm going to ask the DHS to help me, I'll ask the DHS to investigate tomorrow."

The three of them nodded.

no way.

There were no direct witnesses at the scene. The nearest patrol car arrived here ten minutes after the incident. The man with a hoodie who had just been discovered had already disappeared on the road.

the next day.

Lake returned to the Land Building and directly asked his assistant Tiffany to connect with the New York Police Department's serious crime department, saying that the DHS will never refuse any place where the DHS can help.

but……

There are few clues.

Even in the afternoon.

Another case has appeared.

The same patrolman died, and this time, it was also the one who died in the car.

The crime occurred on a big road in Queens.

When Lake arrived at the crime scene, the New York Police Department had already arrived.

but……

Nothing to do.

This is Queens, and it is a part of the worst security and gangs. The surveillance on the roadside is basically decorated and will be destroyed if it is installed. Come and go, the New York Police Department is too lazy to waste money.

Passerby?

There is no clue at all.

The same sentence.

This is a place with many gangsters. The policeman who died in the patrol car parked on the side of the road, waiting for his partner to buy hamburgers and come back to make a stomachache.

The partner left for only ten minutes. By the time he returned with a coke and a burger, his partner was dead.

"Fake!"

Ryan rubbed his short hair irritably.

"What's going on?"

"The deceased policeman had a better relationship with Ryan."

“…”

Ryan was a little manic: "Damn it, he said hello to me when he went out on patrol this morning."

Lake was silent.

He was angry, too.

After all, no matter what he said, Lake is a killer with his own principles, and he has also stayed in the New York Police Department.
To be continued...