Suspension?

Isn’t it because I acted alone and there was no evidence, and he had some minor holidays with the Internal Affairs Investigation Department that led to the Internal Affairs Procedures?

Is there any other reason?

Lake frowned slightly at his girlfriend, thought of another question, touched his chin: "Isn't it because of the program? If there are other ones, why didn't you say it before?"

"Because I believe you are a good detective."

"……Thanks!"

Morin sighed and said, "Do you remember the three drunken and troubled people you arrested at a bar half a year ago? And you were seriously injured?"

Lake said, "They attacked the police."

It was when Lake was still single. Lake looked at any romantic encounters in the bar. Finally, she fell in love with a beautiful woman, but there were three drunk guys next to her causing trouble. In order to prevent disturbing her career in picking up girls, Lake spoke out a few reminders.

As a result, they took the lead in taking action.

You dare to believe this.

Lake couldn't bear it immediately.

Therefore, he was in self-defense and did not directly draw his gun. It was because their skin was white, not black.

If you were other police detectives, you would just pull out your gun and dig a few caves for you.

The three guys who were beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face did not say they wanted to sue them. Afterwards, Lake was too lazy to think about this matter, so he forgot about it.

Do these three guys have any background?

"Of those three people, there is someone who is the son of the mayor of New York."

Lake raised his eyebrows: "Is that true?"

"At that time, the police station arranged for me to conduct a psychological test on you, trying to make your psychological assessment fail and get you out of the police force," said Morin.

Lake smiled.

It turns out that there is still this relationship.

Morin looked at the smile on Lake's face: "What are you laughing at?"

Lake shrugged: "I think I want to thank the mayor."

"Why?"

"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have known you."

“…”

Lake didn't care about this matter at all. The left and right were just soldiers and generals. It's amazing that he wouldn't do this part-time job, what a big deal.

the next day.

Lake got out of his girlfriend Molin's car, stretched, looked at his girlfriend who was going to the parking lot, and then walked towards the cafe opposite the police station building.

A cup of coffee in the morning can make you feel energetic all morning.

The one with five spoonfuls of sugar.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, and there were many law enforcement officers near the police station building. Lake looked around and his eyes fell on several high buildings near the police station building. He did not confirm whether Carlos was there.

After a while.

Lake was carrying coffee and the second group of Kevin Ryan, who had become thinner, talked and laughed and walked towards the police station building.

"etc."

"What's wrong?"

"I'll tie my shoelaces."

Lake stopped at an anonymous complaint box at the entrance of the police station building, said to Kevin next to him, and then squatted down and tied up the loose shoelaces again.

An envelope entered the complaint box with a silence.

Five seconds later.

Lake stood up and said to Kevin, "Let's go."

Police Station 3rd floor.

Three groups of office areas.

Lake was drinking coffee in his seat and looked at a file in his hand with great interest.

This is what I just asked the information department staff to find out, which is the file of a bar incident half a year ago.

Detective Joe Martinez came over, too.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Joe pulled over a chair and sat down next to Lake, looking at the file on Lake's hand: "Is there any clue?"

Lake didn't say anything, but handed the file in his hand to Joe, then glanced at the time on his watch.

The complaint mailbox downstairs was opened on time at 9:30 in the morning, and it was almost ten o'clock, so there should be news anyway.

It was at this time.

The elevator door is opened.

Inspector Montgomery walked out and shouted to Lake who was also looking at him as he walked to his office door: "Luck, come here."

Lake stood up.

In the Superintendent's Office.

Montgomery slapped a piece of paper in the evidence bag on the table, then said to Lake expressionlessly: "Is this what you did?"

Lake blinked and took the letter.

Next second.

Lake's eyes lit up, and the performance was quite good: "Sir, I apply for a search of the textile factory."

"Nothing."

“…”

Montgomery's eyebrows were beating: "Yesterday I just said there was evidence, I'll give you the special service team. Good guy, this morning, a killer just broke his identity and reported it?"

Lake nodded: "Although there are some coincidences, it's reasonable. My informant told me that a killer organization called Mutual Aid Association did defect. Maybe the killer wanted to use the power of our police station to eradicate his old boss."

Montgomery sighed, and his tone seemed helpless: "Are you sure this killer organization is in the textile factory?"

Lake nodded: "100%.

Not to mention believing in the movie plot, Lake is still a part of the killer world, not to mention knowing the headquarters of all killer organizations, but several famous killer organizations still know it.

In the past, Lake didn't want to use its open identity to eradicate these killer organizations, but after thinking about it for a while, Lake gave up.

The reason is very simple.

The benefits and risks are completely inconsistent. Besides, he did not come to be a police detective to protect New York, he did it to be a gangster.

But now who has made the Mutual Aid Association anger him?

Montgomery listened to Lake's promise, took a deep look, then picked up the phone number at his hand and called the forensics department.

Hang up the phone.

Montgomery said to Lake: "You'd better pray that this letter of complaint has no fingerprints that shouldn't appear."

Lake asked without saying a word, "Sir, what's the search warrant?"

Montgomery glanced at Lake and said angrily: "This is your case. I'm going to the court myself. I warn you that even if there is evidence now, but there is no search warrant, you will give me far away from the textile factory."

Lake stood at attention: "Yes, sir!"

Isn’t it just a search warrant?

What a difficult thing.

Go out.

Lake whistled, and Qiao from the three office areas immediately looked up. Lake gestured to the elevator. Qiao was slightly stunned, then got up and grabbed his coat and caught up with Lake who had already entered the elevator.

Joe asked to Lake, “Where to go?”

"Court."

Lake raised his eyebrows: "Find a search warrant."
Chapter completed!