Chapter 336: "Highly Efficient" American Police, the Burned Knight Bar
New York Police Department.
The American police, who are always good at slacking off, now gathered in the conference room as if they were facing a great enemy.
It's obvious.
Sheriff Walker has already notified his police officers in advance, and all of them are waiting for the upcoming challenge and facing pressure from the Morgan Consortium.
Of course, by understanding the current news, these police officers also understood...their next mission is definitely to find the killer who killed Morgan Jr.
However, compared to Sheriff Walker who was threatened by Old Morgan, the psychological pressure on these police officers was not that great. Years of laziness made it difficult for them to get into real working state.
......
now.
Sheriff Walker walked out of his office with an indescribably solemn expression on his face, holding several portraits of the murderer in his hands.
Come to the front of the conference room.
Sheriff Walker used a magnet to stick the printed portrait of the murderer on the multimedia blackboard and said solemnly.
"Followers, we are now facing the greatest challenge in the history of the NYPD."
"At the request of President Morgan, we must arrest the murderer of Morgan Jr. within three days."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid everyone here, including me, will be in big trouble."
Hear this.
A sturdy black police officer sitting at the front smiled faintly, showing his white teeth.
"Sir."
"It's not us who are in trouble, it's you who should be in trouble."
"People like Old Morgan won't show any disrespect to little people like us. You should work overtime to find the murderer."
"It's already seven o'clock in the evening. Logically, most of us should have gotten off work. I think everything should wait until work time..."
Not finished yet.
Sheriff Walker, who was standing in front of the table, slammed the table hard, interrupting his subsequent words, walked quickly to the black police officer, and yelled in his ear.
"Witt."
"If you want to leave, you can get out now."
"But I promise, I promise, tomorrow all your things will be thrown into the trash can outside the police station, and there will be no place for you here anymore."
"You, a sewer bug, do you really think you can just stay out of the Morgan Consortium and wait for me to step down and take the position you've been waiting for?"
"Fuck, what a son of a bitch."
Walker's merciless roar and insults made the black police officer named Witt's eyes widen and his nostrils breathe heavily.
But the next second.
Noticing Walker's ferocious expression and bloodshot eyes, I immediately realized that Walker was not joking this time.
As a black man who is good at giving in and bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, Witt shrugged his shoulders with an innocent expression and acted innocently.
"Sheriff, there's no need to be so angry."
"Just kidding, I was just joking to lighten the mood."
"We already have the identity of the murderer. It won't be difficult to find a few people in New York. Three days is more than enough time. We can even give Old Morgan an explanation tomorrow."
"Besides, the people who dared to attack Little Morgan are most likely those fearless gangsters."
"I'll ask my friends in the Blood Gang later, and they'll probably be able to find a pretty good match. Don't be nervous, it's a very easy thing to do."
Seeing Witt give in.
Walker did not continue to target him, and in a sense, his help was needed in the subsequent search for the murderer.
Walking back to the multimedia, Walker took a deep breath, pointed at the portrait and said seriously.
"For the next three days, there will be no three-shift work, and no vacations. Everyone in the police station must do their best to find the murderer."
"But I also promise you... As long as you can find these people in time, especially the murderer in the lead, I can grant you half a month's vacation and take you to enjoy the warm sun and beaches of California."
"Now...get to work!"
Speaking of this.
Walker paused for two seconds, then looked at the thin white policeman sitting at the end of the conference room and raised his head to signal.
"Blake."
"I have already sent the appearances of these criminals to our internal platform. Please use the database to conduct a detailed screening to determine their specific identities."
"Once their identities are confirmed, their families will be immediately controlled. This is not only Old Morgan's request, but we also need to try to obtain sufficient clues and information from their families."
"Blake, you have a heavy task ahead of you. You will need to use surveillance equipment to try to track their whereabouts."
For these commands.
The thin white police officer Blake did not show much expression. He simply adjusted his glasses to indicate that he understood his subsequent responsibilities.
Walker, who understood Blake's character, didn't say anything more and just nodded to show his satisfaction.
He looked at the black police officer Witt who had just argued with him and said with narrowed eyes without any doubt.
"Witt."
"Send the photos of these people to your friend who is in the Blood Gang now, and call him immediately to ask if he has seen these people."
"Compared to us, your friends who grew up in the streets know more about gangsters."
"But remember, you have to make sure your friends are trustworthy and not two-faced people who promise good things but turn around and tell on you."
Witt, who had calmed down, was stunned for a moment when he heard these words, and then he quickly said.
"Don't worry, Sheriff Walker."
"My friends are close friends who grew up together in the slums. They definitely wouldn't do anything to snitch."
"The Blood Gang's punishment for informers is much more severe than you think."
"But, do you really have to ask so urgently? I think it shouldn't be too difficult to find these people. They haven't been discovered for more than half a year, so they must have let down their guard. There's no need..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
The black police officer Witt noticed Sheriff Walker's sharp and cold gaze, then shrugged again, took out his cell phone and said helplessly.
"Understood, Sir."
"I will send the photos to my friend right now and ask him if he recognizes these people."
"Turn on the speaker," Walker said at the right time, leaving no room for doubt.
"Remember to turn on the speaker."
"I will never allow any cover-up to occur. Everything must give way to the arrest of these criminals."
Witt shook his head helplessly, but he didn't dare to go against Walker's current state, so he immediately sent the portrait of the criminal to his friend.
He dialed his number, clicked the speaker, and waved at Walker to indicate that he had done as asked.
“Beep, beep, beep—”
The waiting time for the call was a bit long.
After dozens of seconds, the call was slowly connected.
Another young and tired voice came from the phone.
"Brother Witt, why did you suddenly call today?"
"Have you run out of leaves? I'll send someone to give you some..."
Before he could finish the sentence.
Witt immediately interrupted his subsequent words rudely and growled.
"Hawk."
"Are you crazy from flying so hard? When have I ever touched those things?"
"I'm in the police station right now. Sheriff Walker is right next to me and needs your help. I just sent you photos of a few people. Take a good look at them right now to see if you recognize them."
After saying.
Witt looked at Walker somewhat awkwardly, pointed at his cell phone and pretended to be calm.
"Sheriff Walker."
"Don't listen to his nonsense. He must have been crazy from smoking. I definitely didn't touch those things."
Walker squinted at the black police officer and pointed at the photo on the multimedia blackboard behind him.
"Witt, I don't care about your shit right now."
"I just need to find these people as soon as possible and give President Morgan an explanation."
Witt felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly put the phone to his mouth and growled.
"Hawk."
"Hurry up and show me those photos. If you want to live a good life in the future, you'd better give me a suitable answer."
Hawke, who had just finished flying the leaves, was obviously awakened by the shock, and he trembled and said anxiously.
"Brother Witt, wait a minute. I'll take a look now."
"I have a good memory. As long as it's someone I know, I will definitely not forget it..."
Not finished yet.
Hawke suddenly stopped talking, which made the anxious Witt growl and question again.
"What's going on?"
"Speak up, little brat, do you know this guy?"
The growl seemed to bring Hawke back to his senses, and he asked in confusion.
"Brother Witt, I know these people."
"If I remember correctly, they seem to be the security guards of the Knights Bar in Manhattan, New York."
"Yes, I definitely remember it correctly. There was a guy who got into trouble in this bar and was thrown out by the security guards."
"Later, we took people to find a place to fight, but they pointed guns at us, even with the safety off and the gun loaded."
"But, Brother Vita...didn't you see the news?"
"Three hours ago, a serious gas explosion occurred in the Knight Bar. It seems that the entire bar was burned to ashes, and it seems that many people died..."
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