Nine hundred and ninetieth chapters full acting online
Russell took the document and walked out of the director's office. In the next period of time, he would not have to report to the branch again. When he solved the secret mission, he would return to the team again.
Of course, the task has a time limit, and the director gave Russell half a month. By then, no matter what the situation was, he would no longer have the power to investigate.
To put it bluntly, this task was assigned to the director by his superiors because it was inconvenient to deal with it publicly, and the first person the director thought of was Russell.
The New York City Police Department has 77 branches throughout New York, including traffic police, housing authorities, and even the police museum.
Broken down, there are also special functional departments such as tactical operations teams, port patrols, police dog training, and anti-narcotics.
Norman Stanfield!
The target of Russell's investigation is a sergeant in the anti-narcotics department. Because he has repeatedly destroyed major cases, he can be regarded as a powerful officer in the New York police community.
But after this document appeared, the major cases that Chief Stanfield solved became questionable. For example, he was using his position to exclude dissidents in order to grab more sales routes for washing powder.
It is unknown whether there is someone behind him, and that is not something Russell has to consider. The butt determines the head, the director and the people assigned to the director, they should lose their hair over this matter.
What Russell has to do is to collect evidence, preferably Stanfield's confession, and hand it over to the higher-ups for processing.
To be fair...
Very easy!
Russell's outstanding personal charm has always been Russell's shining point. His language is extremely contagious and penetrating. As long as he is given the opportunity to meet Stanfield, he can use his excellent eloquence to persuade Stanfield to confess all his crimes.
He even took the initiative to hand over physical evidence.
"It's too simple. I am indeed a born policeman...well, adding the word 'good' would be more accurate!"
Russell drove out of the Camaro and headed towards the Narcotics Building. With luck, he met Stanfield directly and was able to close the case that day.
The results were not satisfactory!
"Chief Stanfield is not here, so where is he?"
At the Drug Enforcement Administration office, Russell asked an anti-narcotics police officer, but the latter knew nothing and said he could not help.
"Thank you for your cooperation. This is my phone number. If Chief Stanfield comes back, please contact me in time or ask him to call me." Russell nodded, turned and left.
After he left, the anti-narcotics policeman's smile faded, he closed the office door and secretly called Stanfield.
"Damn it! Stan, you got it right, someone is investigating you."
"I know, sooner or later this day will come..."
Stanfield, who was on the other side of the phone, was calm and said indifferently: "But so what, this industry chain involves too many people, many people need me, and I also have the handle on many people."
"Then you are in danger!"
"No, I'm safe."
"Stan, that police officer named Russell is not a good person. He even left his phone number with me. Are you going to see him?"
"Why do you see him and get him to join the gang?"
Stanfield sneered: "It's obviously a secret investigation, but he went to the Anti-Narcotics Building to find me in a big way. This fool must be a fool, or he may be a cannon fodder."
"What are you going to do with him?"
"I don't want to see him. Let him disappear for a while. When I am promoted to squadron leader, no one will remember that there was such a lovely police officer."
Stanfield smiled sinisterly: "To be honest, I don't remember his name anymore. What's his name? Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, or Michelangelo, it doesn't matter, he's just a little person, is it important?"
"I understand, let's make arrangements for him to disappear."
"Hidden, he doesn't know how to survive in New York, you should understand!"
"certainly!"
"..."
In the corridor outside the office, Russell nodded. Although he knew that this case was not difficult, it was too simple. He was a little embarrassed when a group of witnesses came to his door so quickly.
Witnesses will show up voluntarily after a phone call, and the physical evidence has no clue for the time being, but the anti-drug police officer just now, Stanfield's younger brother, pointed out a clear target to Russell.
One of Stanfield's lovers, she manages accounts for Stanfield, lives in a wealthy area of Manhattan, and has a very ordinary status on the surface.
The rich man’s secret lover and accountant!
Russell drove to Manhattan, preparing to collect all the evidence, and then bring down Stanfield in one fell swoop, leaving him unable to defend himself without any possibility of turning over.
While collecting evidence, he also wanted to get in touch with the characters in the plot and try to win a few draws.
When Russell saw Stanfield's so bad photo, he was sure it was a plot of "This killer is not too cold".
No way, it's too classic.
Whether it is the killer Leon played by Jean Reno, the little Luoli in the Star Wars Queen, or the "Silver Queen" potted plant with online acting throughout, they are all still fresh in my memory.
"Speaking of which, the Queen of Star Wars is the female Thor. Look at Max and the dog named Max..."
Russell choked for words. If this clue was the central link of the world, he himself would reject it.
…
On the other side, the middle-aged killer uncle Leon moved into an old-fashioned apartment with the luoli Matilda he picked up.
"Leon, why do you choose to live here? We can stay in a hotel. There is no need to rent a house. That shady landlord has charged you three months' rent."
Matilda looked around the room and nodded with satisfaction when she saw that there was only one bedroom.
Although it is messy and messy, there are still some redeeming qualities.
"Because the landlord won't let us fill in the messy check-in information. If we pay him, he will take care of everything. He doesn't care why I have a child."
Leon had severe persecution paranoia, or it could be said that he had developed good habits from being a killer for many years. He carefully checked the room, walked to the edge of the sofa, and frowned slightly.
It smells like dead bodies!
For a professional killer, he cannot forget this smell. Even if the landlord uses air freshener to treat it many times, it still cannot escape his nose.
"What's the matter, Leon?"
"It's nothing, the air is not good, go and open the window to ventilate it."
Leon was extremely calm. The landlord had previously explained why the house price was cheap, and the smell on the sofa proved that he was not lying.
"OK."
Matilda opened the window and saw the yard on the first floor. There was a blonde with long legs, a black hair with big breasts, and a horse. There were a lot of wood piled in the yard, and it seemed that they were building a wooden house.
"Hey, you weaklings, please be smarter. I paid you to build a stable, not for you to hide in a corner and smoke."
Max stood proudly with one hand on her hips, standing by the iron gate of the yard, her chin raised high, and she looked arrogant like "I have super nice nostrils."
"I know, busty lady, but our cigarette has just been lit."
"Please, we've been working all morning, you have to give us a break."
"..."
The four workers were filled with resentment. Their employer, Max, treated them like livestock and was so stingy that he even refused to provide a cup of hot coffee, making them want to strangle this kind of employer.
"What, who are you talking about as the big-breasted lady? Are you sure you are talking to your boss?"
Max was furious and threatened to deduct two hundred dollars from her labor fee as compensation for her mental damages.
In fact, she was not very angry, it was all pretending. The main reason was that she had chest pain due to idle time and was enjoying the happiness of being a capitalist.
In Max's poor understanding, the happiness of capitalists is not to enjoy material life, but to exploit and squeeze lower-class workers.
"Max, stop making trouble, they will kill you..."
Caroline came to break up the fight, appease the four carpenters who went on strike due to unreasonable troubles, and promised to provide hot drinks free of charge in the next few days.
Afterwards, she pointed at Matilda who was watching the theater on the second floor and criticized: "Max, the new neighbor is a little girl. Don't use your street art to poison the next generation."
"They were the ones who provoked me first."
Max groaned, and when he saw a little girl onlookers, he stopped swearing and waved to the second floor: "Hi, pretty girl, I'm Max, she's Caroline, and next to me is Li Bao
And four idiots, what’s your name?”
Matilda said nothing, looking down at Max and Caroline with silly eyes, just silent and very cold.
Given the current situation, it is difficult for the two women to develop into best friends.
"who are you talking to?"
Leon walked to the bedside, saw Max and Caroline waving stupidly below, frowned slightly, cast a look of care for the mentally retarded, and then dragged Matilda away from the window.
(?Benefit?)x2
"Damn, that bastard looked at me as if I was an idiot and I was going to teach him a lesson."
Max was furious and was about to rush upstairs to give Leon a combo punch.
"Max, stop making trouble..."
Caroline stopped Max, who was starting to get carried away with some spare money, and walked into the room and whispered in his ear: "Be careful, there's something wrong with that man."
"What's the problem? Is he a professional killer?"
"No, a professional killer wouldn't take a little girl with him and live in a shabby apartment like ours."
Caroline nodded heavily at Max and gave a meaningful look: "But, a perverted middle-aged man who abducts a girl would do this."
"Damn it, then I have to teach him a lesson!"
Max was so angry that he was not going to sit idly by and vowed to save the innocent girl from the perverted uncle.
"Wait a minute, maybe he has a gun. Besides... maybe they are relatives or father and daughter. I'm overthinking it."
Caroline said awkwardly: "I know you mean well, but in fact, we often do bad things with good intentions."
"How is it possible? They don't look alike. That girl is obviously a Jew..."
Max shrugged and changed his words mid-sentence: "Maybe we are overthinking, but we don't rule out the possibility that middle-aged men are perverts."
As she said that, she took out her phone and pulled out Russell's number.
"Max, you want to call the police?"
"That's about it. I'm going to call Officer Russell. His identity will be more convenient."
"Oh my gosh, you're getting smarter."
"Silly girl, I've always been smart!"
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There are rewards from the leader ‘a lonely dog’, ‘cz丶’, and ‘cz丶’.
I owe you Chapter 13...
A set of scenes appeared in front of me. Several big guys surrounded me in a corner. I could do nothing but cry.