Marvel's Antiheroes

Although there was speculation in his mind, Duke still looked lazy on the surface.

He stretched out his right hand and said: "Investigation Order"

A man in a black suit lifted up his clothes again to reveal his police badge, and said impatiently: "We are New York State Police. See clearly, we are New York State Police. I ask you to go through the formalities immediately, immediately."

Another younger man in a black suit walked up to Alyssa, showed a smile that he thought was cool, reached out and knocked on the table and said: "Beautiful girl, can you do me a favor? I want to retrieve yesterday's murder case. files."

Alyssa raised her head, blinked, and said softly: "Please give me the file retrieval order. I need to follow the order number to retrieve the file."

Duke nodded secretly after hearing this, Alyssa is really a good girl.

If Alyssa immediately gets the file to the state police, then Duke will be a villain in vain.

The call sheet was filled out by Duke, so Alyssa used a soft spike to corner two more state troopers at Duke's place.

Duke rummaged through a pile of documents in the upper right corner of the table, took out a thin book, opened it and handed it to the black suit: "Dear State Police, according to the operating regulations of the Records Office, you must present the investigation order or the branch director's letter. Warrant.”

This made the two state police officers even more angry. The middle-aged black man in the lead knocked on Duke's desk hard: "What bullshit investigation warrants? We are state police. In New York, we don't need those things."

Duke shrugged helplessly and said, "Then there's nothing you can do. I'm afraid I can't help you. Sir, I've been reading the operation manual these days, and I'm sure I won't remember it wrong."

The other two staff members in the archives room almost laughed when they heard this. The book had been thrown on the shelf for several months and no one had ever touched it.

After Duke came to the Archives Office, he only read newspapers and chatted in a daze. He rarely studied seriously.

But it was true. Duke had to follow the operation manual, but the two state troopers couldn't do anything about it.

The two state policemen looked at each other, feeling a little helpless when they met this stupid young man.

"I remember you." The middle-aged black man pointed at Duke, said a harsh word and walked out.

"Hey, high five." When the little fat man saw the two people going out, he kicked his feet skillfully and slid next to Duke. He stretched out his hand and gave him a high five. He said loudly: "I am happy to see the state policeman's frustrated look. You Listen, Duke, listen, you're about to be the hero of Precinct 64. You're the Robin Hood of Precinct 64, William Wallace."

Duke waved to the little fat man and gave Alyssa a thumbs up.

Alyssa also looks proud now, feeling quite a sense of accomplishment after defying power.

At this time, Holly also walked out of the office next to him, clapped his hands and said, "Okay guys, this is not something to be happy about."

But looking at the smile on his face, it was obviously something worth being happy about.

His next words also proved this: "Well done Duke, following the manual is the right thing to do, and Alyssa is great too."

Duke smiled and nodded, and asked casually: "How come the state police have become so diligent? Yesterday, a few gangsters died, and today they rushed here in a hurry, and they didn't even come out with the autopsy report."

There are two systems in the U.S. forensic industry. One is the coroner system. This operator does not need to have a medical or legal background. His job is only to investigate dead bodies in cities and states. If an autopsy is required, a pathologist from the Bureau of Forensic Medicine is needed. Anatomy.

The second is the forensic evaluator system. This is a true forensic expert, which requires long-term training and a series of institutional verifications. States and cities hire them to do dissections, so they are independent and not subject to official orders. Only responsible for cases stipulated by corresponding laws.

The case in which the four gangsters died was considered a routine case in Brooklyn because the deceased was committing the crime during his lifetime and the victim was a vulnerable group of Koreans. Usually, as long as it is examined by the coroner, a forensic doctor will not be invited to do an autopsy. , and there is no need for state police to come to investigate.

The municipal police will complete the necessary procedures. As for solving the case, here in Brooklyn, it depends on whether God will let the murderer be caught and confess on his own.

So it's reasonable for Duke to have this question.

The other two colleagues also looked at Holly with curiosity and gossip.

Holly coughed lightly and said calmly: "It is said that the brother of the deceased is a senior superintendent of the state police, so the black suit hurried over to inquire."

"My younger brother is a scumbag, and my elder brother is no better. There are no good people among the state police," Alyssa said with disdain. It seemed that she had a particularly deep grudge against the state police.

The beauty expressed her stance, and Duke and Morgan naturally echoed her words.

While agreeing, Duke recalled the details of last night and compared them with the contents of the two confessions.

At that time, he wore a herringbone mustache as usual, and he never put down his hood during the fight. When he spoke, he also deliberately put on a Spanish accent.

People living in Brooklyn are generally proficient in at least one and know two of the world's three major languages: Chinese, English and Spanish.

Therefore, according to the confessions of the two victims, the person who killed four people was a South American, most likely a Mexican.

Because Duke kept his breasts in his mouth at that time, he felt much shorter.

Therefore, according to the confessions of the two men, the murderer was about 1.75 meters tall, a full ten centimeters shorter than Duke.

The gap between the South American, who is 1.75 meters tall, and the Chinese-Western hybrid, who is 1.85 meters tall, is an entire Pacific Ocean.

Thinking of this, Duke felt slightly relieved.

It seems that after more than a year of police life, the experience left to me is still very effective.

The people who know the police best are naturally the police.

The people who can best mislead the police are naturally the police.

If the other three people in the office knew what Duke was thinking now, they would probably pull him out and shoot him for five minutes.

About twenty minutes later, the two state troopers came to the records office again.

The middle-aged black man slapped a piece of paper in front of Duke's face.

Duke picked it up and read it. It was written by Haken, the chief of the branch, asking him to help two state police officers handle the file retrieval procedures.

He carefully read the warrant, which was only twenty or thirty letters in total, raised his head and asked, "What files do you need to retrieve?"

"Yesterday's murder, the victim's name was Odar."

"Okay." Duke took out a file retrieval form and filled it out carefully: "Please sign here."

An hour later, Haken walked into the archives.

Looking at the smile on his face, you can tell that he is in a good mood now.

"Duke did a good job and followed the manual. It's great. Our 64th Precinct is such a place, hahaha."

"Thank you, Director," Duke said with a shy smile, showing the reserved and gentle side of the Chinese.

"Yeah, very good, very good." Haken praised a few words and then left with a smile.

It seems that this guy has a lot of resentment towards the state police.

However, he doesn’t know what he would think if he knew that the murderer of those four people was Duke, who seemed gentle and generous, and was praised by him as being very good.