The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

At 9:55 pm, Danny in the passenger seat of the Dodge Hellcat dialed the phone of his father, Frank.

"Dad, we really need some serious support. There are too many of them. Even if our whole family is dispatched, including grandpa, we can't surround them."

He and Jack followed Frank's instructions to secretly follow Malewski and found the meeting place of the "Blue Templars", a private billiards club.

In order to prevent being noticed by the other party with professional sensitivity, Jack did not use visual tracking. Anyway, the GPS in the car was under the surveillance of the FBI. He simply stayed behind five or six hundred meters away and followed him all the way. here.

When he noticed that the other party started to slow down and was about to stop, he chased after him. He watched two people get out of Malewski's car, and then met two people in another car waiting on the roadside. , four people walked into the club carrying a heavy large travel bag.

Danny had heard with his own ears that his father rejected Jack's proposal to dispatch the FBI-SWAT team. At this time, he couldn't help but feel anxious. In his opinion, this special operation to eliminate the traitor must be kept strictly confidential, so where would his father be? How about finding someone to support them?

Jack is the old god, but Danny is really concerned and confused. Frank is not the leader of the airborne department. He has come from the bottom to his current position step by step. How could he not have a reliable force of his own.

The appearance of one or two bugs among trusted subordinates is not a big deal. Frank has experienced too many storms in his life. If nothing else, he was already a high-ranking member of the NYPD at the time of 911.

Jack didn't have any in-depth knowledge of the NYPD, but within the LAPD, there were too many police gangs like the "Blue Temple", at least a dozen.

Of course, there may not be anyone who is brave enough to kill the director's son to silence him, but it can also be judged from the previous surveillance recording that Joey Regan's death was not premeditated in advance.

Let Jack speculate. He prefers to suspect that Joey Regan's undercover was too successful, allowing the people of the "Blue Templars" to completely regard him as one of their own, and take him to participate in an event similar to the one a few days ago. A raid targeting drug traffickers.

What happened specifically is not difficult to guess. It was simply that Joey Regan needed to personally kill one or two drug dealers and submit a letter of surrender to formally join the gang. The latter may have hesitated, or simply showed his cards.

This is also the reason why Jack hates being an undercover agent. Only by being complicit can he gain trust. But if an undercover agent really does this, the psychological problems will come second. After he returns, he will be punished by knowing and breaking the law.

Less than ten minutes after Danny hung up the phone, two police armored vehicles with their lights turned off appeared at the intersection, and then a series of black-painted SUVs appeared from nowhere like ghosts. , within a short time, the whole street was filled silently.

"Uh, it's ESU." Danny opened his mouth slightly and looked at the groups of SWAT team members who got out of the car, fully armed and wearing black military helmets like soldiers.

The two got out of the car together. A Suburban stopped in front of them. The passenger door opened. A senior police officer in a black suit and white shirt with slightly gray hair got out of the car first, and then respectfully opened the rear door. .

Jack didn't recognize this senior police officer, but this face often appeared on TV. He seemed to be a certain assistant chief of the NYPD. The only person who could make him act like this was, of course, Chief Frank Regan.

Frank was wearing a black coat, a suit vest and a tie. He got out of the car with an expressionless face and walked directly to the club dozens of meters away.

Danny and Jack took two quick steps to keep up with the big guys. Behind them were Hannah, Jubal and James Regan who had just arrived. More than fifty ESU SWAT policemen were wearing hard bulletproof armor. Wearing vests and holding various colored spears, they automatically divided into two teams and were guarded on both sides.

Under the dim street lights, there was silence on both sides of the street, except for the slight metal collision of firearms being loaded and the soft click of military boots rubbing against the ground.

This is the momentum a big boss should have when he appears. Jack automatically added Chow Yun-fat's exclusive BGM in his mind.

Frank stood at the door of the club, with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted slightly. A team of ESUs bypassed him and surrounded the entire building, while another team dispersed to the front and back doors, just waiting for an order.

"Danny, Jack, I leave it to you." Frank's tone was calm and concise.

This may be the simplest door kicking task that Jack has ever performed. The music in the club was turned up loudly, and everyone gathered in the largest billiard room.

Four travel bags were placed on the pool table, and inside were hundred-dollar bills neatly stacked and wrapped in stretch film. Sonny Malewski stood in the center, with a group of people surrounding him happily dividing the money.

"Don't move! Put your hands up!"

"Don't move! Don't move!"

"Up! Up! Up!"

"Stand where you are and don't move!"

The ESU SWAT officers kicked open the door and swarmed in. Their loud voices directly drowned out the deafening music in the room, and it was like a bucket of cold water poured on the heads of every criminal police officer at the scene.

"You all know the process. Put your hands where I can see them, and don't be stupid! If anyone dares to move, I don't mind sending you all to see God!"

Danny took the lead, followed by his brother James. Beside the two brothers, ESU SWAT police officers poured in one after another, surrounding the people inside.

"Bah!" Jack, who was following behind them, ripped off the wire connecting the stereo, and the loud music suddenly stopped.

"Face the table, put your hands on the table, everyone, move faster!" Danny grabbed a police detective by the collar, looked angrily into his guilty eyes, and then pushed him angrily.

There was silence in the room for a while. None of the black policemen who were pointed at gunpoint dared to say a word. They obediently faced the table, bent down and put their hands on the table. They knew better than anyone else the consequences of their rash actions.

Jack glanced around and saw that there were twelve people on the list, all of them here.

Frank still kept his hands in his pockets and walked into the room unhurriedly, with an old face that was not angry or intimidating. His eyes swept over the faces of every black policeman at the scene one by one. Every time he recognized a person, his eyes flashed. The murderous intention is even more intense.

Finally, his eyes fell on the face of the deputy captain of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who was closest to him, "Alex, to be honest, I didn't expect you to be among them at first."

Lieutenant Alex Bello, with his hands behind his back, was being handcuffed by James. He raised his head when he heard the words, and there was a bit of defiance on his face, or it could be said that he was broken, "In every drama, always There has to be a deepest villain, right, Frank?"

"Don't take yourself too seriously." Frank replied lightly, looking at him as if he were looking at a clown, and then stopped paying attention to him. He took two steps forward and glanced at everyone's faces again. Pass.

"Before I strip you of your badges, I have a question that needs to be answered."

All the black policemen put their hands on the table and lowered their heads after hearing this. No one dared to look at him, and some even let out a few low sobs.

Seeing this scene, Frank's eyes became even more murderous. The smart person had already guessed what question he wanted to ask.

When Frank's sinister gaze returned to the face of Lieutenant Alex Bello again, he who had held his head high a second ago also hurriedly lowered his head and secretly glanced in the direction of the pool table.

"Which one of you killed my son!" As soon as Frank's words came out, the black policemen beside the pool table bent down even lower, each of them lowered their heads and said nothing, but from time to time someone secretly cast their eyes towards the person in front of them. The man standing in the middle splitting the money, Sonny Malewski.

Frank's eyes seemed to sparkle. He turned around and walked towards the bar. He swept all the wine bottles and glasses to the ground. The wine bottles and glasses fell to the floor with a crisp shattering sound. The black policeman was stunned. They were all trembling with fear.

Because his back was to everyone, no one could see clearly the expression on his face at this moment, but his calm tone was full of real anger and pain, and even contained a trace of imperceptible choking, "I ask again, who is it?" Shot my child!"

Seeing everyone looking at him in unison, Malewski smiled bitterly, lifted his hands from the table, and straightened his body at the same time, facing Frank's direction.

"I just want to tell you that he has not been warned. I have given him many opportunities and told him over and over again in his ears that as long as he pulls the trigger and kills those two drug dealers, it will be anything. None of it happened.

Why are you guys named Reagan so stubborn? Joey was like that, Danny was like that, even the youngest guy, Jimmy, right? "

He raised his hands high and walked slowly to the pool table, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, facing the three men of the Reagan family.

"I'm sorry but I want to stress one thing, this is nothing personal and I didn't mean to take it personally."

Danny gritted his back molars, pointing the gun at him and trembling slightly with anger, "This is a personal grudge to us, you idiot."

The moment Sonny Malewski stood up, Frank had already turned around and stared at him with a serious look. After he finished talking nonsense, he walked towards him with a slightly staggering pace.

Facing Frank's suffocating sense of oppression, Malewski suddenly showed a trace of determination on his face. He suddenly lowered his raised hands, reached into his arms and took out his own gun.

"do not move!"

"Sonny, don't do anything stupid!"

When Deputy Alex Bello exclaimed and Danny nervously pointed the gun at the bastard's head, the Glock trigger in Jack's hand had been slightly pressed, but then his finger was released again.

Because Malewski did not intend to fight to the death, his gun was not pointed at Frank, but against his chin.