Lynn Deovich, this is a name that anyone with a relationship with the New York Mafia is familiar with.

The former head of the New York F forced an organized crime investigation department is said to have information about every mafia undercover in his mind, which is worth a thousand gold!

But because of the unclear entanglement with the undercover, he was suspected of accepting bribes and providing cover for criminals.

Lynn became the first FBI agent accused of helping gangsters commit crimes and covering up their crimes, underwent two years of internal investigation and was eventually forced to retire in October.

This rigorously dressed guy is Lynn's successor, and it sounds like he is Lynn's disciple.

Friends? Enemies?

Bai Quinn quickly thought about the reason why this person came to him.

"Clear!" (No threat)

A shout came from the front of the car, which should be the report from F forcing Agent.

"Don't touch my ass, you are a scumbag!" and Lina's protest.

"Helping our rock stars up," O'Brien said.

Two agents pulled Bai Quinn's shoulders, pulled him up, and pushed him to follow O'Brien.

O'Brien came to the back door of a van, opened the door, waved his hand, and several people in the car came out in tacit understanding.

O'Brien got into the car, and the agent who was pressing Bai Quinn also pushed him and urged Bai Quinn to get into the car.

After Bai Quinn got on the bus, the two agents did not follow up, but closed the car door outside.

The appearance of this van is commonly painted in black UPS express, but the interior of the van is unique, with various instruments and display screens.

This should be the legendary monitoring car, right?

Bai Quinn felt that what he had encountered seemed to be quite a bit. After thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have never said anything on the phone.

Apart from one thing, while hyping up a high school relationship with Claire Dennis, remotely directed Shannon, who lived on Big Machine Records, to find the Polaroid photo of him kissing Claire from his old stuff.

Is it impossible for F-volt to be involved in gossip and hype?

Probably not...

O'Brien sat on a pile in front of the monitor, leaning back slightly, legs raised, elbows on the handrail, and headed, looking at Bai Quinn in a lazy but condescending posture, like a cat playing with prey.

Bai Quinn said calmly: "Now I understand, why do you know I'm back to New York."

While speaking, his eyes wandered around the unknown equipment in the car.

"Do you know why I'm looking for you?" O'Brien asked.

Bai Quinn shook her head. Even though she had some guesses in her heart, she couldn't say that who knew if there was a recording here, so she could only pretend to be stupid: "Is it a tax filing matter? I thought the deadline was the end of December!"

O'Brien did not respond to Bai Quinn's pretending to be stupid and continued to say in a calm and indifferent tone: "On the evening of June 11, 1996, a vehicle robbery occurred in the underground parking garage of the Haiwei Hotel on 119th Street, Manhattan. The robbery was a Land Rover Discoverer of 1994. However, there was no record of the report at that time. Am I right? Mr. Bai Quinn, or I still call you QB?"

Why is this happening again?

A month ago, Randy, as a witness, attended the family of a black young man who robbed a car and prosecuted New York State Police for discriminatory law enforcement. In the end, two state police officers were found innocent by the court and were immediately able to return to work.

The family claimed to appeal to the Federal Circuit Court, but the 100Blaks organization that seemed to support them stopped legal aid. With the income of the black poor in Brooklyn, it was difficult to maintain high litigation costs. This matter should be over, and it is not settled. Why did F force this matter to be brought up again?

Bai Quinn subconsciously wanted to push this matter to Randy, but felt that the trick between him and Randy would definitely not be able to hide it from F's force. Even if he admitted it openly, it was just buying and using a vehicle of unknown origin. With his current net worth, he would pay a fine and easily.

So he said, "My friends all called me QB, Mr. O'Brien. As for the car, it was indeed mine. At that time, there were five of them, and they all had guns, so we couldn't resist."

O'Brien reached out from the small table fixed to the car body, took a black box the size of a cigarette box, and threw it to White Quinn.

"This is?"

"You know the latest satellite positioning tracker, GPS, right? It's that technology."

Bai Quinn reacted instantly and asked, "Is this found in my car?"

O'Brien nodded.

Bai Quinn's first reaction was that Uncle Tony was monitoring him, but immediately ruled out this terrible idea.

Since visiting Jersey on Thanksgiving last year, Uncle Tony has taken great care of himself in this year, investing in making movies, and has helped him buy big machine records. When he encountered trouble, he always asked him for help as soon as possible.

From any angle, Bai Quinn couldn't imagine that Uncle Tony had any reason to follow him. If it was him, it would be terrifying.

After Bai Quinn fully thought about it for a while, O'Brien continued to say in a slow tone: "Half an hour before the incident of the state police shooting a nigger in your car, one of the two state police received a call, and the number was an unknown mobile phone card. The state police officer in question explained that it was a sales call, but this number had only one call record..."

O'Brien's words made the originally ordinary thing become strange.

"In addition, the unrecorded weapons collected from the deceased were not pistols commonly used by the two, at least their acquaintances believed that they were not."

Follow up, inform the news, state police intercepted and killed people, framed them.

One-stop work is smooth and smooth. If O'Brien hadn't pointed it out, Bai Quinn would have thought of this possibility at all.

"This...this..."

Looking at the tracker in his hand, Bai Quinn couldn't think of who was going to kill him, such an insignificant little wrestler, a little actor, a little singer...

He drove the Land Rover away from New York, to Jersey, to Boston, to Philadelphia... If there were wrestling shows on the East Coast during that time, they were all driven.

Looking back on the past six months, I spent most of my time in Los Angeles, and every time I came to New York, I would go back and forth in a hurry. If I really wanted to lock in my whereabouts, tracking the vehicle would definitely be the easiest and most convenient way.

Those two black young men who robbed cars may have really become their own scapegoats!

Bai Quinn first thought of Ray Donovan's warning, aren't the New York police who can't get any money to deal with him?

But the speculation was immediately overturned, and the New York City Police and the New York State Police have always been in conflict. Moreover, it is impossible for several New York City Police who have low status to command the scum among the state police and take huge risks to help them deal with themselves.

The fuck in front of you?

It is impossible. There is no need to be such trouble for F to deal with him.

As for other mafia families, there is no need to deal with him, an ordinary person who is not even considered an outsider.

There is neither hatred nor entanglement of interests.

The whole thing is weird!

And since F has obtained this news, why not arrest the two state policemen who may be collecting money to work?

Randy, who participated in the trial of that case, returned and said that after the verdict was announced, the two men got the police badges and could intercept speeding vehicles on the intercontinental highway again.

The two died in vain, and they were shrouded in unknown malice, which made Bai Quinn shudder and distracted, and the tracker in her hand fell to the ground.

"I figured it out? Are you a little scared?"

O'Brien asked in a teasing tone.

Bai Quinn nodded, really didn't know what to say.

"Then let's make a deal."

O'Brien goes straight to the topic.

But Bai Quinn suddenly shuddered. Lynn's famous mafia knew all the legendary men. It was said that his informants were everywhere in every family, and any movement among the five major families in New York would reach his ears.

No one knows how many secrets Lynn knows, and no one knows who Lynn’s informant is.

But no one dared to touch him. Whether it was the mafia or the FBI who suspected him, everyone hoped that this guy would bring the secret to the grave safely and not die accidentally. Then the backhand he left behind revealed some secrets that no one wanted to disclose.

This is also the main reason why Lynn, who has been "running with illness" for many years, was able to retire safely more than a month ago.

O'Brien is Lynn's heir. Not to mention how many secrets he inherited from Lynn, he only said that the department under his jurisdiction has an Organized Crime Investigation Section, and what other transactions can be made with this department is nothing more than acting as an informant for F-force.

Who do you want to betray yourself?

Uncle Tony and the Kavacanti family?

They mainly operate in New Jersey. Unless they are headed by the headquarters in Washington, DC, the F-volt in New York is not in power to control Jersey, which is a river-wide thing.

Mr. Don Philip, who had met with me, or Mr. Victor?

Bai Quinn felt that he was too far away from them, and it was hard to say whether he would have the opportunity to meet in the future. Moreover, the cooperation between the two parties was a formal business, which could withstand the formal business investigated by the IRS!

Although I can't understand O'Brien's purpose, is there any possibility of rejection?

Bai Quinn nodded helplessly.

Seeing this, O'Brien showed his first smile after the two met.

"Very smart, QB, I know that guys like you who can seize subtle opportunities to succeed have one common feature. You are very smart and can weigh the pros and cons with normal thinking, and do not stick to false bonds such as family blood and brotherhood."

"What do you want me to do? Can you tell me who is going to deal with me?" Bai Quinn simply said it.

O'Brien changed a finger and said, "No, I can't, I can't say this! But I can protect you, and under my protection, no one will treat you like that time."

"What do I need to pay?" Bai Quinn asked.

But O'Brien said another thing, "Do you know? The income of F forced agents is relatively low among federal employees.

If you are in a small city in the Midwest, the salary that has not increased for more than ten years can still maintain a more decent life.

But it is not possible in New York, and their income is difficult to maintain a decent life in this city. The young men have to rent a house, eat, and occasionally go to the bar to have a sip of wine to relax their nervousness.

So since our department was established in 1966 and Lin En became the first person in charge, we have a department fund to subsidize brothers who are living in difficulties."

O'Brien said it very clearly:

Want money!
To be continued...