Boom boom boom!
A helicopter hovered directly over a spot in Queens.
A team of homeland agents rappelled directly down.
"gogogo!"
"Break the door!"
"boom!"
"DHS!"
"DHS!"
"Get down, get down, get down!"
"Watch out, gun!"
"chug!"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
After a gunfight, several gangsters lay on the ground trembling with their hands raised high. Glancing sideways, they saw their colleague who died with his eyes open and bleeding from the holes in his body.
Jack, who was leading the team personally, looked around the spacious warehouse where several obviously stolen vehicles were parked and pressed his headset: "Base, no target found. I repeat, no target found."
Three hours ago, Lake's new Porsche Cayenne, which he had just bought less than half an hour ago, was tragically stolen by a car thief right in front of the New York Landmark Building.
at the moment?
We tracked the vehicle's last location, but the car is gone?
Lake, sitting in the National Operations Center, took a deep breath and said, "Jack, ask something."
He wants to kill someone.
but...
Rather than the feeling of killing someone, the most important thing right now is to quickly find his new car. Damn, Lake had only driven that car for twenty minutes at most. Wow, it only took ten minutes to go there and back, and it was stolen?
It's too rampant.
This is actually the new car of a senior executive of the Department of Homeland Security. It's not just any random person's car. The security situation in New York is too bad.
Jack received the message, nodded, and gestured to a team member. Then, he asked the thug who was being pulled up by the team member, "About thirty-five minutes ago, a white Porsche Cayenne, nine floors new..."
Lake raised an eyebrow: "Brand new."
How come the new car I just bought is now in a nine-story condition and is being discounted right away?
Jack didn't correct him and asked directly, "Where did the car go?"
The gangster trembled: "I don't know."
"Bang!"
Jack slapped the thug in the face and said, "Be honest, where is the car?"
The gangster was about to cry: "I really don't know, I was working inside and didn't come out."
Jack's eyes fell on a gangster next to him: "What about you."
The thug shook his head and quickly glanced at the colleagues who had already fallen to the ground after attempting to defy law enforcement: "I was in there too. I only realized it when I heard the noise outside. They were the ones outside just now."
It's over now.
Silenced.
Lake stood up and said to Jack, "Kill him."
Jack nodded and took out his gun and pointed it at the gangster.
"etc!"
"...explain."
"Usually, stolen new cars are sent from our location to the upstream area. The car you're looking for must be there. Don't kill me, please, don't kill me."
"name."
"I don't know. We only do car beautification."
"…"
Jack shook his head and raised the gun he had just put down again. Lake had just bought a new car, and it was stolen in less than half an hour. He must be angry. Obviously, the Department of Homeland Security did not want to face the anger of its boss, but someone had to put out the fire.
"Wait!" The gangster looked at the raised pistol and shouted again, "Job Lewis, he's working with our boss and is responsible for setting up our connection. He must know. That's all I know. Don't kill me, don't kill me."
Jack said nothing.
Lake frowned: "Why does this name sound familiar?"
Who is it?
Tiffany, the assistant next to him, seemed to have thought of something. She flipped through the information in her hand, then took out a business card and handed it to Lake: "Sir, it was this Job Lewis who sold the car to you."
Lake was slightly stunned: "What?"
On the business card, the name of the sales manager, Job Lewis, was clearly visible.
Good job.
The collusion between insiders and outsiders has directly hit me. I was wondering, I just bought the car less than half an hour ago, how come I was targeted by the car thief so soon.
"Jack!"
"exist."
"Bring him back to me alive. Do you understand?"
"clear!"
Lake stood up, sat down and took a deep breath, then walked directly out of the combat hall: "Forget it, catch him for me, send me the coordinates, and I will interrogate him personally."
Although this new car cost less than 50,000 US dollars, this 50,000 US dollars was all Lake's hard-earned money, real hard-earned money, accumulated bit by bit through salary and bonuses.
Finding this Job Lewis was smooth sailing.
Because this guy is still working in the car dealership.
Jack and others took a helicopter and landed directly at the car shop, then controlled Job Lewis on the spot. As for the others, they were also controlled directly.
soon.
Assistant Tiffany arrived at the car dealership by car.
Lake walked into the store with a gloomy expression.
When Job Lewis saw Lake, his panicked expression, which didn't understand what was going on, suddenly froze.
That's right.
Lake approached expressionlessly and looked at Job Lewis: "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"
Job Lewis came back to his senses and immediately shook his head: "I don't know."
"Bang!"
"ah!"
Several other employees in the store screamed instantly, and Job Lewis even covered his thigh and screamed miserably.
"Who's the boss?"
"this."
Following Jack's gaze, Lake landed on a bald, pot-bellied middle-aged man. He recounted the events with a deadpan expression: "I just bought a car, and it was stolen in less than half an hour. I busted a car theft ring and learned your employees were collaborating with them. So, is yours a black market?"
Sell at a high price?
Buy at a low price?
And then sell it at a high price?
The bald boss's forehead was covered in sweat. "How could we be a black market? Absolutely not, absolutely not."
Lake deadpanned, "You're saying I'm lying."
The bald boss panicked and pointed at the other new cars in the store: "We will compensate you. Whichever one you like, we will compensate you."
Lake was speechless.
Is this a question of compensation? This is a slap in his face.
Just then.
Wow wow wow wow!
The New York Police Department rushed here, but fortunately, the New York Police Department did not immediately deploy its troops when they saw the helicopter with the Homeland Security logo parked in the parking lot.
After a while.
Jack led George in.
Lake turned his head and glanced at George: "Don't laugh, I'm very angry now."
George raised his hand and shook his head, saying, "So, you made such a big fuss."
"It's a matter of face."
"All right."
George also understood Lake's current status. The car of a senior director of the Department of Homeland Security was stolen. Isn't this a slap in the face? "Did you find out anything?"
Lake's expressionless gaze fell on Job Lewis, who was sweating profusely as he covered his two bullet-riddled thighs and began to tremble. "I'll ask you one last time, will you tell me or not?"
Job Lewis's forehead was covered in sweat, but he was also a ruthless man. He seemed to have seen the New York Police Department coming, so he was fearless. He gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice: "I want to see a lawyer, I want to sue..."
"Bang!"
"Lake."
"what?"
George took a deep breath and looked at Job Lewis, whose forehead was pierced and whose eyes were open. He looked at Lake with a complicated expression: "Are you crazy?"
Said.
George looked around, and the sales staff in the store seemed to be saying, even if you shoot, you should watch where you are, there are so many people watching here.
Lake smiled coldly and said to Jack, "I have a tip-off that the staff here are involved in terrorist activities. Bring them back to me. Also, bring the surveillance footage back to me."
Jack nodded directly.
Lake then looked at George: "What did you just say?"
George opened his mouth and shook his head: "Clean it up. I'll ask for you and see if any dealer has received your car."
Lake said thank you.
Fifteen minutes later.
The Homeland Security Department's vehicle came over and took the store owner and several sales staff one by one to the escort vehicle, and then headed directly to the Homeland Security Department.
In the afternoon.
The forensic department of the National Land Building obtained Job Lewis's call records from the communications company, but did not find any special numbers.
Did they arrest the wrong person?
This is impossible.
soon.
When the National Land Building was about to investigate the surveillance footage removed from the store, news came from George at the New York Police Department.
There are many car theft gangs in New York.
But stealing cars is one thing, and buying them is another. There are many car thieves, but not as many car buyers as there are car thieves. Moreover, there are even fewer car buying gangs capable of buying luxury cars.
After George contacted several informants, one of them sent him a message saying that a car collection team located in Hell's Kitchen had delivered a batch of goods at noon today.
Lake took Jack's task force directly to Hell's Kitchen.
George is already here.
but...
What caught my eye was a warehouse full of corpses.
"Did you kill him?" Lake got off the helicopter and asked George who had arrived at the scene.
George glared: "How is that possible."
Just then.
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie with a greasy hairstyle, who looked like a lawyer at first glance, walked over and said, "Chief Edwin!"
Lake and George looked at the man who was stopped by Jack's men.
"Let him in."
"Thanks."
The middle-aged man walked over and handed a stack of information and a photo to Lake.
Lake looked at the information in his hand, then raised his eyebrows at the photo of the car he had just bought without even removing the plastic wrap, and then handed the criminal file of the car collection gang to George next to him.
The middle-aged man said, "Our boss was unaware of this, and he had no idea that anyone here would dare to offend Chief Edwin. This is their criminal record. Our boss hopes to calm your anger."
This is Hell's Kitchen.
Without a doubt.
It was not difficult to guess the name of the boss mentioned by the middle-aged man.
Kingpin!
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