Suspension?
Isn't it because I acted alone and had no evidence, and he had some minor conflicts with the Internal Affairs Investigation Department, that led to the Internal Affairs Department going through the procedures?
Is there any other reason?
Lake frowned slightly and looked at his girlfriend. Then he thought of another question and touched his chin: "Isn't it because of the procedure? If there is something else, why didn't you say it before?"
"Because I believe you're a good detective."
"...Thanks!"
Morin sighed and said, "Do you remember six months ago when you arrested three drunken troublemakers in a bar, and you even seriously injured one of them?"
Lake hummed, "They attacked the police."
That was when Lake was still single. He was in a bar looking for any romantic encounters. He finally caught his eye on a beautiful woman, but three drunk guys were making trouble nearby. In order to prevent them from disturbing his career of picking up girls, Lake spoke out a few words to remind them.
As a result, they took the initiative.
Can you believe this?
Lake couldn't stand it anymore.
So, he was acting in self-defense and did not pull out his gun directly because he saw that their skin was white and not black.
If it were any other detective, if you dared to attack him, he would have pulled out his gun and shot holes in your body.
The three guys who were beaten black and blue didn't say anything about filing a complaint. Afterwards, Lake was too lazy to think about it and forgot about it.
Could it be that these three guys have some background?
Morin said: "Among those three people, one is the son of the mayor of New York City."
Lake raised an eyebrow: "Really?"
Morin said: "Afterwards, the police station arranged for me to conduct a psychological test on you in an attempt to make you fail the psychological assessment and have you leave the police force."
Lake smiled.
It turns out there is this kind of relationship.
Maureen looked at the smile on Lake's face and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Lake shrugged. "I think I should thank the mayor."
"Why?"
"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't know you."
"…"
Lake didn't take this matter seriously at all. It was just a matter of fighting against the enemy. At most, he could just quit this part-time job. It was no big deal.
the next day.
Lake got out of his girlfriend Maureen's car, stretched, watched his girlfriend park her car in the parking lot, and then walked towards the coffee shop opposite the police station building.
A cup of coffee in the morning can keep you energetic for the whole morning.
The kind with five spoonfuls of sugar.
It was nine o'clock in the morning, and there were many law enforcement officers near the police station building. Lake looked around and his eyes fell on several tall buildings near the police station building, but he was not sure whether Carlos was there.
After a while.
Lake was holding a cup of coffee and walking towards the police station building with Kevin Ryan from Group 2, who had become a little thinner, chatting and laughing.
"etc."
"What's wrong?"
"I'll tie my shoes."
Lake stopped at an anonymous complaint box at the entrance of the police station building, said this to Kevin next to him, then squatted down and tied his loose shoelaces.
An envelope went into the complaint box with a swish.
Five seconds later.
Lake stood up and said to Kevin, "Let's go."
The third floor of the police station.
Three groups of office areas.
Lake was drinking coffee in his seat, looking at a file in his hand with interest.
This is the file I just asked the information department to find. It's the file of the bar incident half a year ago.
Detective Joe Martinez also came over.
"Good morning."
"Good morning."
Qiao pulled a chair over and sat down next to Lake, looking at the file in Lake's hand: "Any clues?"
Lake didn't say anything, just handed the file in his hand to Joe, and then glanced at the time on his watch.
The complaint mailbox downstairs is opened on time at 9:30 in the morning. It's almost 10 o'clock now, so there should be news.
Just at this moment.
The elevator door opens.
Superintendent Montgomery came out and when he reached the door of his office, he shouted to Lake, who was also looking at him, "Lake, come here."
Lake stood up.
In the police inspector's office.
Montgomery slammed a piece of paper from the evidence bag on the table, then said to Lake expressionlessly, "Did you do this?"
Lake blinked and took the letter.
Next second.
Lake's eyes lit up, and he performed quite well: "Sir, I request a search of the textile factory."
"Nonsense."
"…"
Montgomery's eyebrows twitched. "Yesterday I said I'd send you the special forces if there was evidence. And this morning, a killer revealed his identity and reported him."
Lake nodded. "Although it's a bit of a coincidence, it's also reasonable. My informant told me that a killer from this assassin organization called the Mutual Aid Society has indeed defected. Perhaps the killer wants to use the power of our police station to eliminate his former employer."
Montgomery sighed, his tone somewhat helpless: "Are you sure this killer organization is inside the textile factory?"
Lake nodded: "One hundred percent."
Not to mention believing the plot of the movie, Lake is at least in the killer world. He may not know the headquarters of all killer organizations, but he knows a few famous ones.
In the past, Lake had thought about using his public identity to eradicate these killer organizations, but after thinking about it for a while, Lake gave up.
The reason is simple.
The benefits are totally disproportionate to the risks. Besides, he didn't become a detective to protect New York. He became a detective to be able to rob his fellow criminals.
But now it was the people from the mutual aid association who made him angry.
Montgomery listened to Lake's assurance, looked at him deeply, then picked up the phone next to him and called the evidence identification department.
Hang up the phone.
Montgomery said to Lake, "You'd better pray that this letter of complaint doesn't have any fingerprints that shouldn't be there."
Lake didn't speak but asked, "Sir, what about the search warrant?"
Montgomery glanced at Lake and said unhappily, "This is your case. Go to court yourself. I warn you, even if you have this evidence now, without a search warrant, you must stay away from the textile factory."
Lake stood at attention: "Yes, sir!"
Isn't it just a search warrant?
What a difficult task.
Went out the door.
Lake blew a whistle, and Joe in the office area of Group 3 immediately looked up. Lake gestured towards the elevator. Joe was slightly stunned, then stood up, grabbed his coat and caught up with Lake who had already entered the elevator.
Joe asked Lake, "Where are you going?"
"The court."
Lake raised his eyebrows. "Go get a search warrant."
Qiao: "…"
Happy weekend!