Chapter 1287

But Sergeant John McLean was very calm. He just held out his hands and pressed his eyes, as if he wanted to be more sober.

Dustin was relieved: as expected, it was Jack McLean. Luke is the only one under his control Well, maybe not.

Luke actually has a very thin skin. If he goes on the street like John now, he may turn his back.

Thinking so, he waved and Connie and Joe came up to him and put the last piece of equipment on John.

"When you get off, we'll be two blocks away, ready to pick you up." Dustin told me.

John's yawn stopped and his eyes widened: "ha? Dustin, that's great. What is this about? Two blocks away, are you kidding? "

Dustin's face brightened: "that's what Simon asked. If he didn't do what he said, he would make another subway station explosion."

John opened his mouth wide and could not speak for a moment.

Dustin wryly smiled: "there are people from the FBI and the Department of homeland security. They have contact with us. They will help you too. They won't let you have an accident."

John sneered: "of course, when I die, nobody listens to that gossamer. Who is this guy? Why does he stare at me? "

Everyone in the car, even Billy in front of the car, is silent: why do you stare at you? You don't have a beep in your heart! You've only been on the shift for 11 days this month, and killed two bandits. It's normal for anyone to stare at you!

Only Dustin patiently explained: "we don't know, but he said it must be you. So now we can only do so, in order to buy time, find clues, find out this guy. "

John scoffed: "Wow, it's a good feeling to be needed. Isn't there two days left for my mandatory leave?"

Dustin: "it's only one day, that is, today. Now the vacation is cancelled."

John: " Congratulations. Your partnership with that gossamer ruined my best vacation

The crowd was silent again.

Dustin, who was tied with gossamon, was not angry.

In his present position as John, the word "Gou" would never be given to Simon alone.

John let out a vent and didn't bother to talk, "OK, I'm cool."

With that, he pushed open the back door of the logistics car, looked at the sky outside, took a deep breath and went down.

Two big boards tied together were put on him, hanging one before and one after the other, which made his movement inconvenient.

Dustin finally said, "as required, we'll pick you up in fifteen minutes."

John smiled bitterly and nodded, "don't worry, I'll be killed in this street in five minutes at most."

There was another silence. Only Dustin said, "go, Billy."

As soon as Billy's steering wheel swung, the logistics car turned around and sped away, leaving John standing alone on the street.

An old black lady came from the opposite side, and her eyes stayed on the plank in front of his chest. She looked a little angry and sighed, but she didn't say anything after all.

John, suffering in his heart, stood helplessly around the street.

The sidewalk of this street is empty. There is not even a car on the street.

In the afternoon, the sun slanted down, illuminating everything in the street.

There was only a pair of men's quarter pants and two wooden boards all over Sergeant John, standing at the street corner, very eye-catching.

On the board with white background, I wrote three words from top to bottom in black spray paint, namely "I", "hate", "niggers".

More than 20 meters away, a group of young African Americans are playing music and dancing on the side of the road.

John swallowed his saliva and thought that he should have brought a bottle of water just now. Now he can relieve his dry mouth.

In this fearful torment, a tall black man came out of the storefront across the street. He walked quickly through the street and stood near John with a strange face.

Pushing his tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose, he frowned at three words on the plank on John's chest. The tall black man said, "good afternoon, sir."

John looked at each other's height of about 1.9 meters, and then at his height of 1.8 meters. Alexander in his heart said, "good afternoon."

The tall black man looked at his expression and felt that things might not be as they thought.

Although it's not normal to stand on the street only wearing close fitting pants, the man's expression is not completely insane.

He couldn't help but ask, "Sir, have you met any problems? But even if you can't think about it, you don't need to commit suicide in this way, do you? "

John: " Someone might think I was "killed."

Big black man: "what?"

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In the logistics car, Dustin didn't speak. He took out his cell phone and sent a message: John has arrived. Have you found anything there?Luke, who just left the second subway station in Brooklyn, didn't reply immediately. Instead, he looked at the information projected from the cochlea on the polarizer, and then Selena sent a message.

Dustin looked at the reply and felt a little more at ease.

Luke is already investigating, and says there's a clue. There's a clue.

For Luke, Dustin had his own judgment.

If not, it's really not.

If there is any progress or clue, it will not be small.

Generally, criminals who are found with "a little clue" by him will have an end soon, either dead or caught.

The only thing that worried Dustin was that this time, the criminals were not ordinary gangs, but unscrupulous gangs.

The real problem in dealing with such people is often not to catch them.

Grasping people is probably the first step to solve the problem.

This time, they have to figure out how many New York backers the gang has deployed.

Otherwise, if a suspicious point is missed, another subway station explosion may occur.

Thinking about it, he finally said, "what's the news from the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security? What are they trying to do, pretend to be dead? "

Connie shook her head and said, "boss, there's no news. I've asked about our harvest several times."

Dustin rubbed his forehead and knew that he could not think too much of humanity.

For most people, the sooner the case ends today, the better.

But for some in the FBI and the Department of homeland security, it's best to end the case in their hands.

It's really a big event, which is also jointly undertaken by NYPD, FBI and homeland security affairs department.

If everyone doesn't play a good role, then everyone has a responsibility.

Compared with the merits of solving such a terrible case, the humanity of some people can be put aside.

Dustin didn't have the idea, but he couldn't stop the other two from having it.

What made him helpless was that it happened so coincidentally.

If he hadn't torn his face with Brad a few days earlier, Brad would have helped.

But after talking to Luke that day, he explicitly rejected Brad's request for abdication.

Now, Brad's side made a phone call without hesitation, asking him to solve the case as soon as possible, without mentioning anything else.