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"No, no, no, this is not right. It's not that simple." Ronnick paced back and forth nervously.

Considering what Bishop had said to him before, Jack had roughly guessed what was going on and asked tentatively, "Is this Danny Barbero also a member of the DPD's 'Anti-Black Team'?"

Ronik nodded and took off the handcuffs from his waist with a sinister look, "I want to talk to Bishop, do you want to come with me?"

-

A few minutes later, in an office with the heating turned off, facing two corpses with clothes covering their heads, a gangster boss in handcuffs had no change in expression.

Ronick pointed to the body on the ground and introduced, "His name is Danny Barbero, and like Ray Botno who you killed, he was a member of the DPD's 'Anti-Black Team'.

Now, I need to know why the DPD's anti-gang unit would risk sneaking into my police station to rescue you, and whether you know the true identities of those guys outside, Bishop.

"Before answering this question, I would like to know the identity of this gentleman. You are a federal agent. Are you here for me too?" Bishop said, turning his face to Jack on the side.

"Would you believe me if I said I was just passing by here with a friend? My office is in New York, not in Detroit." Jack showed him his ID impatiently.

He didn't have a good impression of this gangster boss. Even though he was a prisoner, he still put on a pretentious face and he didn't know who he was showing it to. Maybe this was his way of protecting himself, but Jack didn't buy it.

"Sheriff Ronik is a dedicated police officer who is performing his duties. My advice is that you better cooperate."

Ronnick was not as tactful as Jack, "Answer my questions, or I don't mind sending you straight out to those bastards out there.

I will soon be working as a civilian at Police Station 21, so I don’t think anyone will make things difficult for me for such a small matter, because I am not the only one whose life is threatened.”

Bishop's eyes rolled between the two men for a while, and finally he raised his hands to show compromise.

"Well, this isn't a very complicated matter. First of all, Sheriff, and this FBI guy from out of town, I think you all know who I am, right?"

"A vicious criminal." Ronik said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry, I really haven't heard of him before today." Jack was telling the truth. Not to mention in the United States, even in the entire Detroit area, there are at least dozens of gang bosses of his size, if not hundreds.

He is not from the organized crime department, so how could he know about the existence of such a local tyrant without deliberately inquiring?

Bishop was obviously choked by Jack, and it took him a while to reorganize his words, "OK, I believe you are just passing by.

I would say that I have a collaborator, Marcus Duval, or more precisely, Marcus Duval and his entire team.”

"Who is Marcus Duval?" Jack remembered that he seemed to have heard Ronnick mention this name before.

"Inspector Marcus Duval, head of the DPD's 'Anti-Black Squad' and the superior of Ray Botnot and this Danny Barbero."

After Roenicke answered, he turned to look at Bishop, "You mean you two are actually in the same group? What about you and Ray Botnot? Why did you kill him in the church this morning?"

The latter's expression was hard to describe. "To put it simply, we originally split the profits 50-50, but it was clear that Marcus Duval was not satisfied with this. He wanted to adjust the ratio to 30-70, but I rejected it."

"So you killed Duval's representative Ray Botno in response?" Jack felt that this guy didn't seem as smart as he looked.

"No." Bishop shook his head. "I underestimated them. It's obvious that they have found a new partner. Botno came to kill me, but I got the upper hand."

This seemed to make more sense. Jack stroked his chin, "So Duval and his men are here to silence us?"

"Yes, my lawyer contacted a federal prosecutor and offered some terms of a deal, knowing that I had enough evidence to put Duval and his men in prison for the rest of their lives.

So when I saw you, I thought you were a federal agent from the Department of Justice." Bishop explained why he took the initiative to talk to Jack.

"I'm sorry, I'm really not. The agent you're expecting is probably on the way." It turned out that this guy was not being self-indulgent. Jack now resolved the last bit of doubt in his heart.

As a country based on the law of the sea, American prosecutors cannot directly command the police. This can be seen from the interaction between the Reagan siblings.

As an assistant district attorney, Irene Reagan was not qualified to order Danny Reagan to do this or that. The two sides even had conflicts from time to time, such as when Danny arrested someone but Irene decided not to prosecute.

But the FBI is an exception because their immediate superior is the Department of Justice, and the Attorney General is the Federal Attorney General.

Unlike Jack's calmness, Sheriff Ronik was almost furious. "How many police officers are involved in this?"

"The entire 'Anti-Black Team'? I don't know the exact number, but I guess it should be no less than 20 people. There is no way they will let me leave this police station alive."

There was a wry smile on Bishop's face. Different from Jack's calmness, his mentality was more inclined to lie down, or take one step at a time.

Ronik misunderstood his expression and said it almost through gritted teeth.

"Are you still happy? Since they have gone this far, they will not allow anyone to leave this police station alive. No one, you or us, including the three remaining prisoners in the detention area, will have a chance."

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the office door, followed by John's voice, "Jack, Sheriff, you'd better come out and take a look."

-

Car lights came on in the distance, and three large SUVs were slowly driving towards here, crushing the snow on the main road, followed by two police cars with DPD livery.

Three SUVs were parked in a swaggering manner on the main road opposite the police station gate, with their high beams turned on, facing the gate directly, as if showing off their might and declaring in this way that the other party was confident.

Jack leaned against the thick brick wall, lifted a corner of the blinds, and looked at the two police cars blocking the two ends of the main road, one in the east and one in the west.

"I thought I came to Detroit to deal with the criminals here, not to shoot at the police," John said self-deprecatingly.

Jack knew that this guy was always careless, but he didn't expect that in this seemingly desperate situation, this old friend could still remain calm and composed. It seemed that he had experienced a lot in the years since he left the LAPD.

In comparison, the performances of the others were much worse. Alice was a civilian police officer who usually didn't even carry a gun. At this moment, her lips turned pale from nervousness, and even the lipstick couldn't cover it up.

The old police officer Jasper had an extremely ugly expression on his face, and he stared at Bishop viciously, as if he wanted to pounce on him and bite him at any time.

Psychologist Alex looked like she had no idea what was going on, but looking at the situation outside, she obviously realized that the person outside was not well-intentioned.