the end of the heavens

"Russell, come in, I have something to see you."

The chief pushed open the office door, saw Russell who was making tea in An Yi, and waved to him.

Russell walked into the office quickly. Before that, he planted spiritual hints in the chief's mind and successfully established an image of an omnipotent elite. Once a major case arises, the chief will immediately think of him as the top expert of the New York Police Department.

He is indeed a master. Among all the police in New York, he is the fastest and most accurate with his pistol.

What's more, the t1000 incident is still in the process of fermentation. The bureau has been short of manpower recently. The bureau chief asked his superiors for help, but there are really not many people who can use it.

"Director, what's the matter?" Russell sat down on the chair with a teacup in his hand.

"See for yourself."

The chief threw an encrypted file on the desk and sighed: "This is a secret mission involving the internal personnel of the police station. I don't want you to make too much noise and cause storms all over the city."

"Ok!"

Russell opened the file, and the first thing he saw was a photo of a white middle-aged policeman, about 40 years old, with a fake smile.

Seeing this photo, Russell thought Gordon no, he clicked, it looked familiar, and with a little more beard, he was Harry Potter's godfather, Sirius.

"Chief, what did this Sergeant Stan Phil commit, and why should he be investigated privately?"

Russell scanned the documents at a glance. There was a drug anti-drug case involving Stanfield. The informant reported that he used his position to sell washing powder and formed a large-scale gang. It was a shame for the police and a social cancer.

"Some time ago, Sergeant Stan was still a rising star, the backbone of the police force, and his superiors trusted him a lot, and they planned to promote him to be the captain of the squadron, but in a blink of an eye, this kind of scandal and public opinion crisis were exposed. It's very bad for our reputation, the public will question us, understand?"

Russell nodded: "Understood, I will blow his dog's head from ten kilometers away, and then fake the scene, saying that the killer did it."

"Don't play tricks, no one told you to do this."

The director gave Russell a speechless look, and continued: "With regard to the investigation of Sergeant Stan, there is no important evidence at hand, and his identity cannot be followed by routine procedures. This is your task to collect evidence to prove his guilt or innocence. "

"I understand, collect witnesses and physical evidence, and then hand it over to the big bosses above, so that they can have a headache."

"Yes, that's it."

The director nodded in satisfaction, and then added: "Do it better, and I will consider promoting you to a police detective."

"Director, please don't say that. I work hard not for power and money, but because I have a heart of justice."

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There is a reward from the leader and the ashes of the fire, but I missed it yesterday.

According to preliminary calculations, I owe the bosses 6 chapters, and I still have 4 chapters left after I asked for leave before, which just makes up a whole number.

Chapter 992 Full Acting Online

Russell took the document and walked out of the director's office. For the next period of time, he didn't have to come to the branch to report when he solved the secret mission and when he would return to the team again.

Of course, the task has a deadline, and the director gave Russell half a month, and no matter what the situation is, he will no longer have the right to investigate.

To put it bluntly, this task was assigned to the director by the superior because it was inconvenient to handle it publicly, and the first person that the director thought of was Russell.

The New York City Police Department has 77 branches throughout New York, including traffic police, housing management, and even the police museum.

Subdivided, there are also special functional departments such as tactical action teams, port patrols, police dog training, and anti-narcotics.

Norman Stanfield!

The target of Russell's investigation is a sheriff of the anti-narcotics department. Because he has repeatedly disrupted major cases, he can be regarded as a powerful go-getter in the New York police circle.

But when this document appeared, the major cases uncovered by Sergeant Stan Phil became questionable. For example, he was using his position to eliminate dissidents in order to snatch more washing powder sales routes.

Whether there is someone behind him is unknown, and that is not something Russell has to consider. The ass decides the head. The director and the person who assigns the task to the director should lose their hair because of this.

What Russell has to do is to collect evidence, preferably with Stanfield's confession, and hand it over to the higher-ups for processing.

In all fairness

It's easy!

Russell's outstanding personal charm has always been the shining point of Russell. His language is extremely contagious and penetrating. As long as he is given a chance to meet Stan Phil, he can use his excellent eloquence to persuade Stan Phil to confess all his crimes. Even take the initiative to hand over physical evidence.

"It's too simple. I really am a natural policeman. Well, it's more accurate to add a good word!"

Russell drove out of the Camaro and headed towards the anti-drug building. Fortunately, he met Stan Phil directly, and the case could be closed on the same day.

The results were not as expected!

"Sheriff Stan Phil is not here, so where is he?"

At the DEA office, Russell questioned a narcotics officer who knew nothing and said he couldn't help.

"Thank you for your cooperation. This is my call. If Sergeant Stanfield comes back, please contact me in time, or ask him to call me." Russell nodded, turned and left.

After he left, the anti-narcotics policeman withdrew his smile, closed the office door, and secretly called Stan Phil.

"Damn! Stan, you are right, someone is investigating you."

"I know, sooner or later this day will come"

On the other side of the phone, Stan Phil was not in a hurry, and said indifferently: "But so what, this industrial chain involves too many people, many people need me, and I also have the handle of many people."

"Then you are dangerous!"

"No, I'm safe."

"Stan, that police officer named Russell doesn't look like a good stubble. He even left me his phone. Are you going to see him?"

"What are you doing seeing him, and pulling him into the gang?"

Stan Phil sneered: "It's obviously a secret investigation, but he ran to the anti-drug building to look for me with great fanfare. This fool must be out of his mind, or it's cannon fodder."

"What are you going to do with him?"

"I don't want to see him, let him disappear for a while, and when I get promoted to squadron leader, no one will remember such a lovely police officer."

Stan Phil smiled sinisterly: "To be honest, I don't remember his name anymore. What's his name? Raphael, Da Vinci, or Michelangelo, it doesn't matter, it's just a small person, is it important?"

"I see, this is the arrangement for him to disappear."

"Hide away, he doesn't know how to survive in New York, you should!"

"Of course!"

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