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After 11 o'clock in the evening, the lights in the New York Police Station were still brightly lit. Don't look at the New York Commissioner's blowing in front of the reporters at night, but in fact, his family knew about his family affairs. The Tully Gang, a criminal organization, naturally had a file in the police station. Yes, but most of the criminal records registered in the register are just trivial matters such as fighting.

But everything that happened today has almost overturned the perception of the Tully Gang by most of the New York Police Department officers.

In a small lounge, the girls who were rescued from Clodao were queuing up for physical examination one by one.

At this time, a black policewoman in her forties, when she checked the bodies of several little girls rescued from the Tully Gang, found that their bodies were covered with scars from being tortured by others, and there were many pinholes on their arms. , You can tell at a glance that you have been contaminated with drugs.

From the mouths of these girls who are only seventeen years old on average, they are forced to take drugs. The Tully gang not only supervises them with similar means of sitting together, but also uses drugs to control them for a few disobedient ones. , the only way to avoid the escape of these "cash cows".

"Damn! These guys are really not human!" The black policewoman has three daughters, all of whom are only in their teens. Out of the nature of women and the love of mothers, after hearing the girls describe their inhuman situation in the Tully Gang , couldn't help cursing with tears in his eyes.

"That's right, they're all some damn guys!"

"If I was there, I'd give those guys a good look."

The female police officers nearby who helped to check also had red eyes. Anyone who saw the little girls with immature faces suffering such inhuman torture and abuse would show a heart of compassion.

There was a click.

The door of the lounge was suddenly opened, and several policewomen hurriedly stood in front of the girl, just about to reprimand her for breaking in, only to find out that it was Chen Ying.

"Mary bothering you?"

The black policewoman who was called Mary shook her head: "No, we thought a male police officer broke in."

Chen Yingdao: "I've already told the police officers outside that there won't be any male police officers coming over except for the female police officers."

"That's the best. What's your business?" Mary asked.

"Did she...have their inspection reports ready?"

The moment Chen Ying turned her head to look at those girls, her heart trembled.

Although they had already guessed that they might be abused when they rescued these girls in the underground bar, but they were still shocked when they saw the bruises on their bodies.

"Not yet, but the part has been completed." Mary picked up the handwritten newspaper on the table and handed it to Chen Ying. Just as she was about to take it, Mary grabbed Chen Ying's arm and said, "Tell me, those bastards will be punished." What kind of punishment?"

Mary and the others who were in charge of examining the girls were just the most ordinary clerks in the police station, and they didn't know the specifics of the case.

"The lightest will be sentenced to more than ten years in prison."

Chen Ying just searched the criminal law of New York State on the Internet. Except that there is no death penalty, members of the Tully Gang, a criminal organization, can be sentenced to life imprisonment at most, and at least ten years in prison. Several countries, if they exert pressure, the New York court will also impose heavy sentences depending on the situation.

"Damn politicians! Why take away the death penalty!" Mary gritted her teeth angrily. There is no death penalty in New York State, and it has become a paradise for many criminals. After all, as long as they are not dead, there will always be a way to get out.

Chen Ying patted Mary on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Mary, this is beyond our control. We just need to work hard to find evidence of the Tully gang's crimes and submit it to the court."

After comforting Mary a few words, Chen Ying looked at those thin and pitiful girls again, sighed slightly, walked out of the room with the report, and went straight to Sheriff John's office.

At this time, an internal meeting was being held in the director's office.

A police officer reported: "Boss, Bradley has admitted his collusion with the Tully Gang, and we have borrowed his bank account from the bank. In the past year or so, his account has been out of thin air. over five million dollars."

"Well, the Bradley bribery case will be dealt with as soon as possible. I don't want to be reported by the reporters." If the Bradley corruption case is exposed, it will greatly damage the image of the New York Police Department in the hearts of the citizens. The director had to issue a password order.

"yes!"

Everyone nodded.

The director was very satisfied with everyone's attitude, and was about to continue to say something, when he suddenly found that McAllen was no longer there, he couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Where did Sheriff John go?"

Someone whispered: "Sheriff John is in his office."

"Didn't I tell you that I came to the meeting!" The chief frowned, thinking of McCallum's thorn, and feeling angry, he could only helplessly say: "Forget it, leave him alone, you continue to report."

Boom!

"Come in!"

McAllen sat in the office, carefully watching the video tape on the computer.

Chen Ying opened the door and walked in. Seeing that the police chief was busy, she hurriedly said, "Sheriff John, this is the inspection report of those girls."

"Well, put it aside." McAllen said without raising his head.

He is very busy now, busy analyzing the surveillance tapes brought back from the club.

The three masked men who appeared in the surveillance video tape were all agile. When dealing with the Tully Gang, they almost always killed them with one blow. They were merciless. They were definitely not ordinary people.

Especially a burly man, no matter in terms of shooting action or combat style, he is very similar to the US Army commando, simple, fast and efficient, without delay.

As for the other two, McAllen couldn't analyze them, but from the video tape, he could tell that among the three, the masked man who liked to hold a revolver was the head.

Chen Yingchu stayed on the spot for tens of seconds, seeing that McAllen didn't intend to raise his head, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "Sheriff, if there is nothing else, I will deal with the rest of the matter first."

"Go!" McAllen waved his hand, not caring whether Chen Ying would stay or not.

McAllen didn't look up to see who sent the inspection report until the door was closed.

"Is it the Navy SEALs, or the Black Commandos? Or is it the Delta Force?"

McAllen stared fixedly at the burly man on the screen. He was sure that this man had been a soldier, or the most senior special forces soldier, but McAllen couldn't see which unit he belonged to. After all, if they didn't join in personally, outsiders would not be able to distinguish the styles of these well-known combat teams in the United States.

After thinking for a long time, McAllen still couldn't tell the difference. While having a headache, he suddenly remembered an 'old friend' he knew, and he didn't know if he could see it.

A smile appeared on the corner of McAllen's mouth, he took out his cell phone, opened the address book and looked at it, found a string of cell phone numbers that had no notes, and called them.

Beep a few times.

"What do you want to do with the church again! As I said, we're done!"

"Barney, I thought we were friends! But your tone seems to suggest we're not!"

McAllen laughed.

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