The wanton life of a certain beauty

Obviously, Booker's idea is completely unreasonable.

Firefox didn't agree at all.

but……

Booker is very open to this.

It's one thing to have an idea but not take action, but it's another thing to have an idea and take action but get no response.

You will know whether you can succeed in anything only if you do it.

Just think about it and do anything, and it is impossible to succeed.

Booker is the kind of character who takes action when he has an idea, while Wesley is obviously the kind of person who only fantasizes but doesn't dare to take action.

At this moment, Wesley, whose hands and feet were handcuffed, was looking at the police officer standing casually guarding him at the iron gate, and the various methods he had learned in the past month [how to escape from trouble] flashed through his mind. .

but……

Just thinking about it, Wesley thought of being pointed at countless pistols after he went out, and then shot indiscriminately and died on the spot.

Wesley's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and he broke into a cold sweat. How dare he put his thoughts into action.

at this time.

The patter of footsteps gradually approached from outside.

soon.

It seemed that Detective George Stacey, with a dark face, led an agent in an FBI uniform to the door of the room where Wesley was temporarily held.

"it's him."

George Stacey glanced at Wesley inside with an expressionless face, and then said coldly to the agent who came next to him with a direct order from the Department of Justice and an order from the director: "He is yours. Take it away, don’t be an eyesore on my property.”

After speaking, George nodded directly to the police officer who was guarding Wesley, and then left here directly with the police officer.

Wesley in the room suddenly became Spartan when he heard George's words.

what?

take away?

After Wesley came to his senses, George had already left. Looking at the federal agent in federal uniform who opened the door, he immediately asked nervously: "Wait, where are you taking me?"

Unfortunately, Wesley's question did not receive any response.

The door opened, and four agents wearing federal uniforms and sunglasses walked out of the room expressionlessly, and directly picked up Wesley, who was trying to struggle.

"No, wait..."

"Oh!"

"Ow!"

"be honest!"

One of the detectives saw Wesley being uncooperative and punched Wesley in the stomach. In an instant, Wesley felt as if his stomach was churning and he lost any strength to resist.

after awhile.

The New York Police Department officers saw that after the elevator opened, several federal agents dragged Wesley from the elevator to the main entrance of the first floor lobby like a dead pig.

"George, just hand him over to the FBI directly. This fucking guy is..."

"He is not."

George, who was in the corridor on the second floor, watching all this with an expressionless face, looked at the police detective next to him who didn't know the inside story and thought Booker was really dead and said, "However, he must be related to Booker's death."

The detective frowned and then said without hesitation: "That shouldn't be given to them. Don't forget, Booker is your partner!"

Good guy.

One of your own died, and you didn't solve the case, but gave the suspect to someone else?

It's just a shame!

After the detective almost said the words of questioning towards George, some police detectives standing on the second and first floors looked up to look at George who was being confronted.

Although they did not speak and did not object to the FBI's removal of people, it did not mean that they did not have other ideas.

George opened his mouth and caught the questioning and even contemptuous looks of many police detectives from the corners of his eyes. He was silent for a while, took a deep breath, and looked at the detective who questioned him: "It's because Booker is my partner." , I will release him to the FBI."

"Varied……"

“The entire media out there is paying attention to us!”

"..."

After George said this, he turned around and walked towards the elevator, leaving the questioning detective standing alone with a frown.

after awhile.

The eyes of the police detective who lowered his head lit up, as if he thought of something. He raised his head and met the eyes of several other police detectives who seemed to understand what he meant at the same time.

next second.

The other detectives suddenly smiled with relief.

Without him!

The case took place in New York City, and the city was still full of turmoil. Those media who just watched the excitement and did not take it too seriously would undoubtedly focus their attention 100% on the New York Police Department.

Even some unscrupulous lawyers who like to court the New York Police Department and help various suspects litigate for free will also pay attention to this matter.

Now, the suspect has been handed over to the FBI, known as the Langley of the country.

Those media and lawyers dare to fight with the local police department, but they dare not fight with the FBI. After all, the FBI can send reporters in for any reason for leaking state secrets.

and so……

Many detectives suddenly had an epiphany.

indeed.

In this case, if you want to solve the case as quickly as possible, it seems that it is most effective to send the suspect to the FBI. After all, no reporter dares to go to the FBI interrogation room to see if there is any torture to extract a confession. Woolen cloth.

Back to the Major Crimes Office.

As soon as George stepped out of the elevator, he immediately saw the same scene. Several police detectives who had just looked at him with doubts and contempt as he went down to hand over the suspect were also looking at him with expressions of sudden realization.

Beckett and Bob Hayes stood not far away, crossing their arms and looking at George who walked out of the elevator with an incomprehensible look.

After George walked into his office expressionlessly, Beckett and Bob Hayes walked in at the same time and closed the office door with their backhands.

"Tsk tsk."

Bob Hayes shook his head repeatedly, looked at George sitting in his office chair, rubbing his eyebrows, and sighed with emotion: "That very associative sentence is not like our Stacey who always insists on procedural justice. The detective said it, why did he change his mind?"

George rolled his eyes angrily at Detective Bob Hayes, who seemed to be teasing him: "What else can I say, why don't you two go down and hand over, and you want me to go down?"

Bob Hayes and Beckett looked at each other.

In the New York Police Department, let go of a suspect who killed a police officer?

are you crazy?

This is something that will arouse public outrage.

They're not that stupid.

Beckett looked at George and said: "We are not good at this matter. It's not that you don't know us. We have a good relationship with other police detectives. It would be bad if we accidentally let out that Booker is not dead." ”

George rolled his eyes fiercely: "So, you just let me sacrifice and keep an eye on us as a group of disasters?"

"Who told you to be the group that has priority for all cases?"

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing. You guys are awesome. Of course you're on board, right?"

"..."