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Chapter 1204: Funeral Gunshots

Because he had been drinking, Jack went out and called an Uber. Although it only took a healing spell to eliminate the effects of alcohol on his body, he didn't want to leave a bad impression on his friends by driving under the influence.

". That's about it. They finally decided to hide the truth. It's enough for the world to know that Commissioner Roy Montgomery died a heroic death in the line of duty."

After listening to Jack's story in that old-fashioned study, Frank Reagan's uncertain expression finally turned into a long sigh.

"Kidnapping and blackmailing gang members. I did hear about someone doing this in the millennium." The old director Henry Reagan, who was listening in, stood up tremblingly, opened the cabinet, took out a bottle of Scotch whisky, and poured himself a little.

This old man in his 8s is the main target of Jack's visit this time. As one of the earliest members of the "Blue Templars" back then, Jack hopes to learn some relevant clues from him.

"In fact, there are people who have done even more outrageous things, but you said that after the mastermind knew about John LaGrande and Gary McAllister, he chose to take a share of the profits even though he had the ability to send them to prison?"

Seeing the old man's thoughtful expression, Jack leaned forward slightly from the sofa he was sitting on. "Have you guessed his identity?"

However, to his disappointment, Old Henry slowly shook his head and said, "Of course not. In fact, at that time, not only me, but even Frank had already withdrawn from the Blue Templars. As I said before, it had completely deteriorated.

But I know for sure that guy is definitely not one of them, not even an NYPD."

Jack pondered for a moment and nodded slightly in agreement. The Blue Templars were a fraternity-like secret society within the NYPD. If John LaGrange and Gary McCallister were blackmailed by members of the organization, there was no need to be afraid.

"But we can roughly guess that even if this person was not in the police system at the time, he should have been in the judicial system and had a certain status." Frank Reagan said in a deep voice.

"Speaking of which, the safety of Detective Kate Beckett." Old Henry looked at his son hesitantly.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll keep her safe for the time being." Jack waved his hand to refuse the wine glass handed to him by the old man. He had already drunk quite a bit before.

This was also the second purpose of his visit this time. Of course, what he said before about suspending Beckett and the Joker duo was just a joke, but Jack hoped that Frank could find a reason to put the three of them on administrative leave for a period of time.

Although it is unclear what arrangements Commissioner Montgomery made before his death, he was able to promise Beckett that as long as she stopped investigating the cause of her mother's death, he could guarantee that the person behind the scenes would not attack her.

But considering the other party's ruthlessness, Jack thought it would be better to be cautious and protect her first.

Since two professional killers have already emerged, it doesn't seem surprising that a third or even a fourth one would appear.

Although Chief Frank Reagan was somewhat dissatisfied with the matter concerning Inspector Montgomery, he did not say much, which was considered as his tacit acceptance of the result.

After all, death is the greatest thing. Even Beckett, the actual victim, chose to forgive. There was no need for him to create a big scandal within the NYPD.

When Jack said goodbye to Reagan's house and returned to the small building, he saw four drunkards.

Rock sugar is needed when making plum wine. The sweet taste dilutes the spicy taste of the liquor. He then added some ice cubes, which directly knocked down the four ignorant Americans.

Of course Jack did this on purpose. Although drowning his sorrows in alcohol will only make things worse, getting drunk can help relieve mental stress to a certain extent.

The next morning, when Jack knocked on the doors of the guest rooms on the second floor one by one, screams of a man and a woman were heard from one of the rooms.

"You have 10 minutes to brush your teeth and wash your face and then go downstairs to have breakfast. It's at least a 40-minute drive from here to the cemetery. As pallbearers, you four don't want to be late for the funeral, right?"

Jack was not surprised to see the two of them lying in the same bed. After he came back last night, he asked Castle, the only one who was still conscious, to help Beckett upstairs to sleep. The two of them fell on the bed together as soon as they entered the room, and he helped close the door.

After notifying the three NYPD officers that each of them would be on an additional two weeks of administrative leave, Jack served them four bowls of spicy soup to sober them up.

The sour and spicy taste can effectively relieve a hangover, but as for the accompanying headache, it can only be solved by aspirin.

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"Tattatattatattatattatattatatta." Amid the sound of military drums, Beckett, wearing a dark blue police uniform and a wide-brimmed hat, carried the coffin of Police Chief Montgomery and walked first on the left.

On both sides were Esposito, Kevin, two police officers from the 12th Precinct, and Cassell, who was wearing sunglasses.

Six people carried the coffin and walked through two rows of police officers. Danny and his brother James, who were attending on behalf of Frank Reagan, saluted solemnly.

As the closest colleague, even like a family member, Beckett was the first to go on stage to deliver the eulogy.

"Roy Montgomery taught me what it means to be a police officer. He taught me that we are bound by the choices we make. We will make countless mistakes, but for us, there is no victory, only a constant battle."

Jack, who was standing in the audience, frowned slightly. Ever since he entered the cemetery, he had a vague feeling of being on edge. The feeling was not strong because he could clearly feel that it was not directed at him.

From the moment the funeral began, he completely let go of his senses, putting himself in the shoes of a sniper, searching for the source of the malice from far to near.

Jack, who had experienced a cemetery encounter, focused his observations on the densely packed tombstones, 100 meters, 150 meters, 200 meters.

Meanwhile, Beckett's speech continued on the stage.

".The most important thing for us is to be able to find your position and if you are lucky enough, you will find people who are willing to fight alongside you."

When he said this, Beckett and Cassel looked at each other, but Jack's hair stood up on end. A faint mirror reflection was fleeting in the sunlight, but he caught it keenly.

Without thinking, Jack pulled out the gun from his waist and shot into the air.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Sniper, get down!"

"Bang!" A bullet shattered the microphone on the podium. The astonished Beckett was knocked to the ground on the grass by Cassel. He fell heavily to the ground, his wide-brimmed hat rolled to the side, and the scene was in chaos.