Chapter 942

Luke: "NYPD."

This is the door that must be reported. Although he changed the order of taking out the gun and putting it on the head of others and reporting the door, he still reported the door after all.

The middle-aged man who was strangled by him was obviously shocked: "NYPD?"

Luke: come on, who's in there

The middle-aged man suddenly said in a loud voice: "DEA! We are agents of DEA. My ID is in my chest pocket. You can have a look. "

There was a sudden silence in room 6B. Luke frowned. The gun was still on the back of his head. He let go of the left hand that pinched the man's neck. After a few touches on his chest, he found a police badge.

Just a glance, he knew it should be true.

But whether these "DEA agents" are true or not is unknown.

Or, if they're really agents, they're in more trouble.

The middle-aged man, who was held by his gun, felt his neck loosen, and immediately said, "we are on a secret arrest mission. I'm brass Burton, and my colleagues are inside."

The voice is still loud.

Luke's eyes narrowed, and he understood what was going on.

With Blas Burton's voice, someone in the room finally said, "we are DEA people, who is outside? Brass. "

"It's a NYPD police officer," Blass called out

As he spoke, Luke had withdrawn his gun and returned to the stairway.

He can't trust the DEA agents in the house at all.

At last a man in the door reached out and took a quick look outside.

After making sure that there was only brass at the door, he quickly looked up to Luke and said, "man, what are you doing? It's not good to point a gun at a colleague. "

Luke smiled, but his face didn't change. "I'm sorry, I've been informed of a fierce gunfight here. You didn't show your badge."

That said, the muzzle of his gun was still facing the door of 6B.

The look of the other side is obviously not very good-looking.

Luke was more aware of the man's seemingly calm appearance when talking at the door. Behind him, someone was quietly explaining how to deal with his words.

The movement in the room began to pick up again.

Luke said this, and walked a little further down the stairs, hiding most of his body below the ground level.

He just took out the phone and called the information center of the headquarters.

Luke gave out his identity and police number and explained the situation here. The headquarters said the patrol would arrive in five minutes at most.

In room 6B, there was constant movement. Luke's keen hearing and brain response constantly grasped the information in the other's sporadic language.

"What about this package?"

"McGee, wait for you to take the goods out. If it's found, it's a seized illegal drug. "

"And here? How do you explain the body of that child? "

"You think."

"Ah?"

……

It was five minutes, but fifteen minutes later, two patrol cars arrived downstairs.

Luke showed his badge to the four NYPD patrolmen upstairs, identified himself, told them about the situation there, and took them to the door of 6B's room.

The patrolmen stood on both sides with guns in their hands and began to shout loudly: "NYPD, listen to the people inside, put down their arms and come out to show their certificates, otherwise we have reason to maintain reasonable doubt about you."

It was quiet for a moment, and finally four people came out.

They don't have guns in their hands, but they just put them back in the holster. Everyone has a DEA badge on their body or hands.

A winging Eagle stands on the police badge with an octagon circle, which can be distinguished from NYPD's badge at a glance.

The patrol officer went up to the front one by one, checked the badge documents one by one, and nodded to Luke.

Luke wasn't surprised either.

The identity of these DEA agents is true, but they are the only ones who know what they are doing here.

Luke almost knows, but there are some things that can't be accused without proof.

He stepped into the room while the patrol talked to several DEA agents.

Near the door lies the body of a stout man, but the six bullet holes in his back and a long bloodstain caused by crawling behind him are not right.

Avoiding all the bloodstains, he took two steps in, and a young girl at the end of the right passage was also shot dead in the back.

Luke took two silent steps to look at the bathroom with the right door open.

A woman wearing headphones in the bathtub, chest a big hole, the water in the bathtub has been turned red by blood, the ground also spilled out a large piece of red water stains.

Luke sneered: a woman listening to headphones in the bathtub needs to shoot a shotgun through her chest? SWAT is not so rude to the air fighters.After a few glances, he took a few more steps, and a corpse appeared at the intersection of a passageway.

Luke's face darkened.

This is a little boy, at most four or five years old, now he has no breath in his chest.

Except for the man at the door, the three dead here are unarmed women and children.

These deas are crazy! This is New York, not Ciudad Juarez. Is it possible to kill the whole family in the city?

After a moment's pause, judging the direction of the small boy's ejection, he walked into another room.

This room is in a mess. It's full of holes. It's not caused by a gun.

This should be the location that was mentioned by the police call and the fierce exchange of fire happened.

At the door lies the body of a man in a plaid shirt. The smell on his body shows that he has a lot of contact with several other people. This should be the DEA group.

The five dead in the room.

The man who died at the door should be the master of the family. The woman in the bathtub. The young girl and the little boy are the children of the family.

Scanning the room, his eyes fell on a picture frame.

It's a group photo of the dead young girl and the little boy, but in the middle lower position, there's a photo clip pasted there.

That's a girl of eleven or twelve.

When Luke looked into the room, a middle-aged man in a beige suit was looking at him, with a smile on his face: "detective, this is our case."

Luke's eyes fell on him. This time, he didn't even have a polite smile on his face. He just said lightly: "two minors have died here. Do you want to engage in empty cloth attack or Massacre by DEA?"

The man's face changed: "what do you think the traffickers are? Do devout believers finish praying in church every day? They'll take out their guns and shoot you at any time. "

He raised his finger to the body of the man in the flowered shirt at the door, and roared: "my man has just died. Do you mean it? Oh, by the way, did you see that fatso broke the new suit of labor! " He said, gesturing his left shoulder.

There was a shot.

However, Luke could see that this shotgun was not completely solid. It was only wiped by one or two bullets. Otherwise, the guy's left arm would not be able to move for a long time.

He nodded, "just be happy." Then turn around and go.