Chapter 899

How do American police legally kill suspects in interrogation rooms? Of course, it's the same fishing technique Luke used to use to lure suspects to take guns.

This method can also be greatly simplified - take the initiative to put the gun into the suspect's hand, and then a shot, the world will be clean.

After the investigation, the police involved in the case were demoted at most. They were just improper police.

As long as there is no video and the suspect is killed to rob the gun, all the doubts can be overcome.

"We are law enforcers. Of course, we should strictly abide by the discipline of the police department. I just want to remind you."

Joe: Just blow it! Do you think we are not proficient in this business? It's just not used in general.

Joe left with a look of scorn on his face, but he was muttering in his heart: this guy is not as honest as he looks.

Joe took it for granted that this guy and John's scumbag had killed more than 50 bandits together.

This kind of black handed monster detective, if he sticks to the rules, has long been killed by bandits. How can he live to this day.

John came back soon.

He was shocked by the efficiency of the police station this time.

Most of the time, he had to dig people out.

This time, he just beat the second gangster. Before he got any useful information, he was asked to come back here to try the criminal.

Entering the interrogation room, he took a look at the observation room beside him: "who is over there?"

Joe: don't worry, it's Connie, Luke and Selena

John: and the director

"The chief said he was reporting to the sheriff and would not be next door for an hour." Said Jo.

John clenched his fist and looked at the suspect in front of him: "he looks down on us too much, doesn't he? The old rules. "

Joe looked at his sandbag sized fist and gulped, "wait, I need to remind you, was that me last time?"

John was stunned and looked at him sideways. "Is that you?"

Joe: I've been swollen for a week. I've been drinking liquid food for several days. I've lost five pounds. How can you forget

John patted his forehead: "I'm sorry, maybe I haven't had a hangover last night."

Joe: "flower q! It's only 12 o'clock. The night hasn't passed yet. Stand here, you stand for me. "

John: " Take it easy. We need to investigate. "

Joe: don't worry. Your face will be swollen for three days at most

John: OK, three days With that, he closed his eyes and stood in front of Joe.

Bang!

"LegCo!" When John scolded, the whole man walked out and hit the wall: "you are definitely retaliating. It's not only swollen for three days."

Joe took back his fist slowly. "Last time, you said it only made me swollen for three days."

John rubbed his swollen cheeks, straightened himself up again, and pulled out his gun. "OK, let's go."

Joe took out a handcuffs key in his pocket and went to the suspect who had already looked stupid: "wait for your aim, don't hit me."

John grinned. "Don't worry, I know that."

The suspect looked at the key of the handcuffs, and suddenly understood what the two were doing. He cried out in horror: "no, don't come here! No, no! "

In other words, he would think they were acting.

But today, he was arrested as a suspect of assaulting the police, and he did knock a policeman unconscious with a stick, so the other party's action is not necessarily a joke.

Next door, Luke and Selena are standing in front of the single mirror with a lollipop in their arms, nodding at each other.

Luke sighed: "look, how professional. Get a punch first, nail the result of the suspect attacking the police, and then proceed to the next step. As expected, I'm a veteran. I'm sure I have a steady approach. "

Selena frowned: "if we do the same, will you beat me or me? I don't want my cheeks to swell for a week. "

Luke shrugged. "You hit me. I'm more resistant."

Selena nodded contentedly: "well, I'll train and try to control the swelling for two days. But we shouldn't use it often. "

Luke didn't care: "it's good to have more choices. You can't do it too lightly. You can't see the effect when it's too light."

Connie on the side looked: "you..."

Luke turned to her and smiled: "learning from the work experience of our predecessors, we new people will make faster progress."

Connie: Then you learn from those two bitches next door?

The next thing is very simple.

The suspect who has been booked for attacking the police and robbing the gun, who may be killed at any time, has his psychological defense line broken quickly and confessed everything decisively.

In fact, his decision was right.

John does have a plan to kill this guy, or seriously.Anyway, there's another suspect. He can afford to bet.

The suspect can't afford to gamble.

However, the interrogation was not very good.

The two men belong to a gang called blood skull, and they are professional fighters of the gang.

Their boss is Billy Jordan.

Attacking Walter was the job Billy, their boss, gave them.

And this blood skeleton is just a group of people who live in Brooklyn. There are about 50 backbone people, and there are more than 100 peripheral bulk horses below.

There are not two hundred or one hundred and eight such small gangs in Brooklyn, which have no direct affiliation with Jin's forces.

It's impossible to rely on the confession of these two guys to catch Jin he's little tail.

Dustin had appeared in the observation room quietly, listening to the confession of two blood skeletons. His face was rather ugly.

Luke leaned over and whispered, "the people who planned this were too careful. They were clean hands and feet. Unless Billy gives him up, it has nothing to do with his power. "

Of course, Dustin knows who Luke's "he" is.

After a moment's silence, he said, "now all detectives cancel their leave and report to the police immediately. You tell John to come out and wait for him to lead the team. Tomorrow morning, I want no more blood skeletons in New York. "

Luke: Yes, sir

Although he is the best in Dustin's hands, in this large-scale operation, John, the veteran of the police station, is more suitable as a front-line commander. After all, he is familiar with the people in the police station and can let them play their best.

Dustin, by the way, also sold these old greasy sticks to avenge Walter himself, which was good for his next career as director.

After a busy night, the detectives came back to work overtime.

They need to deal with a lot of phone calls, confessions and arrest warrants, which are no easier than the arresting detectives.

No complaints, though.

Walter, a veteran of the police department, was seriously injured. If the police department didn't respond, then who would be afraid of the police department in New York after that.