"Hello, I'm Hank!"

Outside the operating room of the hospital, Hank introduced himself to Charlotte and the other two.

After receiving a call from the supervisor, he finally knew what was going on. Today, these three detectives saved his life.

"Hello, Agent Hank, I'm Yorant, you should know their identity. This is Charlie, he is Sherlock, who he proposed to go to a nursing home."

Yorant spoke first, after all, Charlotte and others were guests from afar.

"Thank you, Detective Sherlock, thank you all for what you did, or I will be in danger today, and my wife and my friends will be sad."

Hank's voice was full of sincerity. Although he was a tough guy in New Mexico, he was still a little scared.

It’s not that he is afraid of death, he is afraid that his relatives and friends will be sad because of his death.

"Agent Hank, you don't need to do this. These are what we should do, and I haven't thanked you for killing Tuku!"

Charlotte said with a smile. Agent Hank in front of him was also a bald man, but he also had no hair, but he was the guardian of New Mexico.

It is wrong to judge people by their appearance, and specific problems need to be analyzed in detail.

"You are Detective Sherlock that Lewis mentioned? That's a coincidence!"

After knowing that Charlotte and the Sherlock he knew were the same person, Hank also smiled happily.

"It's a coincidence that we also came for the amphetas in Tuku's hands."

Charlotte said at a glance that the information that Yolante found alone was definitely not as much as the DEA and the entire Secret Service team found.

If they can take this opportunity to take advantage of Hank's line and share DEA's intelligence, their success rate of solving cases will be higher.

"So that's the case. That kind of high-purity amphetamine has already affected other states. No wonder you will come to our field office."

Hank nodded, and he also heard about what happened in Boston and New York.

"This case is very tricky. Our investigation on the line of slaughter has been broken, so we are now looking for new breakthroughs. If you need it, we can share these information!"

Sherlock and others were very happy to hear Hank's words.

Hank is not an ordinary agent in the DEA. He is the deputy director of the Secret Service team, so he has the authority to share intelligence with Charlotte and others.

"Thank you so much, Agent Hank!"

"No need to thank you. If you have time tomorrow, please come to my house. I decided to hold a party for today's business!"

Hank waved his hand and said he didn't need to thank him, and also sent an invitation to Charlotte and the others.

Partying is a very important culture in the United States, just like Chinese people like to hold banquets.

Chinese people have wedding banquets and wedding parties, while Chinese people have school banquets and school party. This time Hank can save his life from the gun of a drug dealer killer, so he should hold a party to celebrate.

"We will definitely attend tomorrow!"

The agreement was reached, and the two of them touched their fists, but at this moment, the lights in the operating room also dimmed.

Is the operation over? Or...

"Sorry, we were unable to rescue the patient!"

Walking out of the operating room, the surgeon said apologetically.

"It's okay, doctor!"

Hank comforted that he didn't care about the life or death of the killer in the operating room, because they had another living habit.

But it seems like another killer is waiting for him to wake up.

The person was arrested by the police, but the case involved DEA agents, so this case was a joint law enforcement between the two departments.

Whether it is the DEA or the local serious crime team, they hope to dig out information about amphetamines from the killer.

But this bastard doesn't seem to cooperate!

He woke up at night and found that his hands were handcuffed to the hospital bed. He didn't say a word in the face of the police's inquiries.

Not talking is the most ruthless, but not speaking does not mean that the police have no choice.

"Hank, Sherlock, this is the information collected by the bureau."

Yorant, who had returned to the police station halfway, came to the hospital again and handed two stacks of information to Hank and Charlotte respectively.

“No matching identity information?”

"Yes, this killer should have smuggled in from the border several days ago. Below is a case reported by the Border Patrol. A smuggling vehicle disguised as a forage truck was wiped out, and the driver and smuggler were all killed."

Listening to Yorante's story, Charlotte turned down and saw a photo of the scene.

"The bullets that killed them were not used by killers as four or five caliber bullets, right?"

Hank glanced at the bullet hole and said.

Distinguishing a bullet through the bullet hole is an ability that an old law enforcement officer should have.

"That's right, the bullets in the corpse and the shells scattered on the ground are all four or five ACP bullets. If the ballistic detection results come out, it must be proved that they were bullets shot from the killer's two guns. They chose to kill people to silence them in order to hide the fairy tale."

"These people are really cruel. They killed thirteen people in order not to leak their whereabouts!"

Looking through the photos below, Charlotte couldn't help but say.

He killed more people than this, but he killed all the people he deserved to kill. These people were afraid that they would not be punished by smugglers and snakeheads. They were better off, and they killed them without blinking.

At this moment, Charlotte looked at the bastard who was pretending to be dead on the bed, his eyes full of coldness.

If violence can be used, he will definitely let the beast spit out all the information word by word, but unfortunately the police station has regulations.

This is very difficult. No country does not emphasize civilized law enforcement. The arrest process in the domestic market may be a little more violent, but after the arrest is completed, violence can no longer be used, otherwise it will be very troublesome to be targeted by people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

So Charlotte missed the days when McCall used the police to deal with the problem.

Whether it is torture the black police or to question the information later, just do it directly. Unlike now, it is bound by rules and regulations.

But just as Charlotte thought of this, his mind flashed.

By the way, I almost forgot my other identity!

Sometimes it is possible to use violence to solve problems, but you have to change your identities.

Charlotte is no longer worried about knowing what to do next.

As the night became darker, Charlotte and his group left the hospital. The surviving killer naturally had the patrol officers on duty all night. All they had to do was to maintain a good spirit and try to solve the case of amphetamine as soon as possible.

"Sherlock, do you think DEA's intelligence will be useful?"

In the police station parking lot, Charlotte and Charlie plan to go back to the hotel.

"It will definitely be useful. The DEA line in the slaughter database cannot be found, but we will definitely find clues from it!"

After hearing Charlie's question, Charlotte answered confidently, this confidence also infected Charlie.

"Then I'll lend you a good word!"

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Chapter completed!