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"You will play the bad cop later." Before entering the interrogation room, Danny pointed at Jack, which made him stunned and almost laughed.

"Are you sure?" Jack wanted to find a mirror and put it in front of this guy so that he could take a good look at him. The so-called good cop and bad cop naturally meant that one person was the bad guy during the interrogation and the other was the bad guy.

But why does he feel so unreliable when this guy who keeps a straight face all day long pretends to be a good guy?

"I'm serious." Seeing Jack looking at him strangely, Danny quickly explained, "I said before that I visited Brother Terry's mother yesterday. I think this is a good breakthrough."

"Okay, I'll just follow your arrangement." Jack took the information in his hand and put it under his arm, rubbed his face vigorously, and tried to look fierce.

Opening the door to the inquiry room, Jack walked in first, threw the information in his hand on the table, and sat across from Mark Terry, staring at him without saying a word with cold eyes.

Although Mark Terry is a black man, he is dressed like a typical Wall Street elite, wearing a suit and leather shoes, shiny high-end leather shoes, and a diamond-encrusted tie clip. He looks like a high-class person who has successfully squeezed into the upper class.

"Uh, thank you for coming here, Mr. Terry." Danny closed the door to the inquiry room and introduced Jack.

"This is FBI Senior Agent Jack Tavole."

Mark Terry, who was originally a little frightened by Jack's cold gaze, moved his butt uneasily, "What does my brother's death have to do with the FBI?"

Jack directly threw a photo in front of him, "We have found the murderer of your brother, Raimundo Salazar, the boss of the Elmar Gang, don't you have anything to say to us? "

"I'm sorry, I don't know who this is." Mark Terry's facial muscles trembled, trying to look nonchalant.

His acting skills were so bad. Looking at his pretending to be relaxed, Jack knew that this guy had been frightened. It would be impossible for a normal victim's family to have such a reaction when they heard that the police had identified the murderer. .

"Of course you know, you're the one laundering money for the Alma gang, don't you?"

"Of course not." Mark Terry forced a smile, as if Jack was telling a joke.

"Do you think I, as an FBI agent, am here just to make fun of you? We might as well open up and talk about it. Is it because the commission you earn on Wall Street is not enough for you, or are there other difficulties?"

After Jack finished speaking, he stared into the other person's eyes. On the other side, Danny leaned against the door, also silent.

The forced smile on Mark Terry's face gradually disappeared, and the pretended relaxed expression was gone.

"If you have evidence, it won't just be the FBI here, there should also be people from the Securities and Exchange Commission who are coming to revoke my license, so you are just bluffing me."

Jack glanced at Danny, indicating that it was his turn to appear.

"Come on, Mark, there are no idiots here, we are not, and I believe you are not either." Danny stepped forward and leaned on the table in front of Mark Terry, facing him.

"That guy is the drug lord who killed your brother. David is a good man with a clean background. He doesn't take drugs or smoke, and he doesn't even have alcoholism. If it wasn't for you, why would Raimundo Salazar do this? ?”

Seeing that this guy simply shut his mouth and said nothing, acting like I had the right to remain silent, Jack spoke again.

"So what did you do, Mark? Steal money from Raimundo Salazar? Or hid some evidence to blackmail him?"

"Of course not!" Mark Terry said with an expression that said, "That's Raimundo Salazar!"

"So you admit that you know Raimundo Salazar, right?" Danny stretched out a finger and poked him on the shoulder, motioning for him to look at him.

"Your brother David was shot three times in the chest on the street. He took his last breath on my arm. Are you going to let that bastard get away with it? You are the only one left between you two brothers. You are not going to fight for your brother." Revenge?"

The muscles on Mark Terry's face twitched, his eyes flickered a few times, he avoided the gaze of the two people, and his tone softened involuntarily, "Listen, I really don't know why Raimundo Salazar wanted to kill My brother."

"Of course you know, you just don't dare to say it, you coward." Jack snorted coldly.

Mark Terry's face turned red. After holding it in for a long time, he suddenly yelled, "I'm telling you, I really don't know! If you hadn't told me, it was Raymundo Salazar, the son of a bitch, who would have killed me." Brother, I didn't even know he was back in New York.

You don’t know anything. If he knows what I said to you, he won’t let me go. I still have to support my mother. She only has my son left. If something happens to me, Lei Mundo won't let her go either! "

"Hehe. Hey. Calm down, kid." Danny reached out and held his shoulder to calm him down. "You should do the right thing. Think about your broken mother. When I asked her yesterday , you are here too, don’t you want to do something for your brother?

We just need to know where to find Raimundo Salazar, and I will personally testify against him for the murder of your brother. This is only known to the three people in this room. There is no video, no audio, you can rest assured, OK? "

Mark Terry looked at him and then at Jack, with a tangled look on his face. After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and asked, "You promise?"

"I swear to God." Danny raised his right hand.

"Raymondo Salazar has a girlfriend in Harlem named Sylvia. He almost always goes to look for her every time he returns to New York." Mark Terry closed his eyes, but there was a smile on his face. A look of relief.

"Where are we going to find this Sylvia?" Jack asked.

"She works in a beauty shop on 125th Street."

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Three hours later, on 125th Street in Harlem, Jack, who was sitting in the passenger seat of an old Focus sedan, was looking at the beauty shop across the street. Through the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, he could see a slim Latino man. The beauty is busy inside.

"Why does the plainclothes police car issued by your detective department smell so weird?" He opened the window on his side to let the hot and humid fresh air dilute the strange-smelling air conditioner in the car.

Danny seemed to have been used to this for a long time, "We don't have as much funding as your FBI. These vehicles are all public. When we are doing surveillance all night, we have to eat, drink and have sex in the car."

"Uh" Jack's face turned green, "Don't say any more, just use my car next time. Although the back seat is a bit crowded, it's not impossible to fit in."

Danny glanced at him sideways, with an expression that said, "Who told you not to listen to my advice before?"

Seeing the Latin beauty in cool clothes in the store starting to pack her things and getting ready to get off work, Jack opened the car door and got out of the car, jogged a few steps across the road, and stood by a lamppost not far from the store door.

Seeing Sylvia leaving the beauty shop alone with her brand-name bag, Jack followed closely, walked to her side, and hugged her slender waist.

"Sylvia, police, follow me and keep walking." Jack flashed his ID in front of her in a concealed and quick move. He originally thought that the handsome guy in front of him had mistakenly identified the person, but the Latin beauty froze inexplicably, slightly. He glanced to the left and right in a panic.

"Just asking a few questions about your boyfriend Raimundo Salazar. I don't want to get in trouble for you by going into the store. I've been waiting outside for two hours. You don't want to attract too much attention, right?"

As he spoke, Jack led her across the street, like a couple in a hurry, back to the Focus sedan.

"I've never heard of Raimundo Salazar." Seeing Jack opening the back seat door and wanting her to get in, Sylvia was quite annoyed and wanted to refuse.

"Get in the car, I've given you enough respect, and I hope you can be more sensible." Jack seemed to be a gentleman and held her arm, but the strength in his hand did not allow the other party to refuse.

Sylvia snorted, covered her nose and sat in.

"Okay, Sylvia, tell us about him, Raimundo Salazar, your boyfriend, or as the popular saying goes, your 'sugar daddy'?"

Danny in the driver's seat looked back at Sylvia and showed a photo of a certain drug lord in front of her.

"I've never seen this person." Sylvia turned her head. She was only in her early 20s, the best years for Latina women. Just a little makeup on her face made her appearance extremely pretty.

Danny turned a blind eye and continued to show her the rest of the photos, "Well, maybe you've seen some of the people he killed, like this one, he was stuffed into an oil drum, doused with gasoline and burned alive.

Oh, and here's the thing, he was buried alive. "

Seeing that Sylvia just turned her head, she continued to look out the car window, looking indifferent. Danny took out a photo of David Terry's body, which was shot in the street and fell in a pool of blood.

"What about this one? David Talley who died yesterday?"

Sylvia suddenly turned around and was stunned. The expression on her face instantly froze, and neither blush nor lipstick could cover up the blood color that quickly disappeared from her face.

Seeing her lips trembling slightly and her eyes becoming moist and red, Danny and Jack quickly exchanged glances and already understood.

"It seems you know him?" Jack took the photo from Danny and deliberately placed it in front of Sylvia, as if he wanted her to see it more clearly.

"No, I don't know." Sylvia's lips trembled. Although she still tried to deny it, her eyes could not leave the photo in Jack's hand.

"Really? Raimundo Salazar shot him three times in the chest, just last night." Jack deliberately handed the photo in his hand to her, and Sylvia subconsciously took it, sadly He covered his face with his other hand.