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Because he was drunk, Jack went out and took an Uber. Although it only took a treatment to remove the effects of alcohol on the body, he didn't want to leave a bad impression on his friends as a drunk driver.

"That's pretty much it. They finally decided to conceal the truth. The world only needs to know that Superintendent Roy Montgomery died heroically in the line of duty."

After listening to Jack's story in that ancient study room, Frank Regan's uncertain expression finally turned into a long sigh.

"Kidnapping and extorting gang members, I did hear that someone did this in the millennium." The old director Henry Regan stood up shakily, opened the cabinet, took out a bottle of Scotch whiskey, and poured a little for himself.

This old man, who is nearly 80 years old, is the main target of Jack's visit. As one of the earliest members of the "Blue Templars", Jack hopes to learn some relevant clues from him.

"In fact, there are people who have done more egregious things, but you said that the man behind the scenes, after knowing what happened to John LaGrand and Gary McCallister, and having the ability to send them to prison, chose Want to get a piece of the pie?”

Seeing the old man's thoughtful expression, Jack couldn't help but lean forward slightly from where he was leaning on the sofa, "Have you guessed his identity?"

However, to his disappointment, Old Henry slowly shook his head, "Of course not. In fact, not only me, but also Frank had quit the 'Blue Templars' at that time, as I once said , it has completely deteriorated.

But I can be sure of one thing, that guy is definitely not one of them, not even an NYPD. "

Jack pondered for a moment and nodded slightly in agreement. The "Blue Templars" are a secret society like a fraternity within the NYPD. If John LaGrand and Gary McCallister were blackmailed by internal members, it would be totally unacceptable. Need to be afraid of being like that.

"But it can be roughly guessed that even if this person was not in the police system at that time, he should be in the judicial system and already had a certain status." Frank Regan said solemnly.

"Speaking of which, Detective Kate Beckett's safety." Old Henry looked at his son hesitantly.

"Oh, don't worry, I will keep her safe for the time being." Jack waved his hand and rejected the wine glass handed by the old man. He had already drank a lot before.

This was also the second purpose of his visit this time. The previous statement about suspending Beckett and the Huobao duo was of course just a joke, but Jack hoped that Frank could find a reason to put the three of them on administrative leave for a period of time.

Although it is unclear what arrangements Superintendent Montgomery made before his death, he was able to promise Beckett that as long as she stopped investigating the cause of her mother's death, she could be guaranteed that the people behind the scenes would not attack her.

But considering the other party's ruthlessness, Jack thought it was best to be cautious and protect her first.

Now that two professional killers have emerged, it seems not surprising that a third or even a fourth will appear.

Although Chief Frank Regan was somewhat dissatisfied with Superintendent Montgomery's matter, he didn't say anything more, which was regarded as acquiescing to the result.

After all, death is the most important thing. Even Beckett, the actual victim, chose to forgive. There was no need for him to create a big scandal within the NYPD.

When Jack said goodbye to the Regan house and returned to the small building, he saw four drunken drunkards.

The prune soaking wine itself contained rock sugar, and the sweet taste diluted the spicy taste of the white wine. In addition, he later got some ice cubes, which directly knocked down all four old beauties.

Of course, Jack did this on purpose. Although drinking to drown his sorrows would only make his sorrows worse, getting drunk can relieve mental stress.

Early the next morning, when Jack knocked on the doors of the guest rooms on the second floor one by one, the screams of a man and a woman came from one of them.

"You have 10 minutes to brush your teeth and wash your face and then go downstairs to have breakfast. It's at least a 40-minute drive from here to the cemetery. As pallbearers, you four don't want to be late for the funeral, right?"

Jack was not surprised that the two of them were lying on the same bed. After he came back last night, he asked Cassel, the only one who was still somewhat conscious, to help Beckett go upstairs to sleep. The two of them fell on the bed together as soon as they entered the door. He helped close it all.

After notifying the three NYPD officers that each of them would be on administrative leave for two weeks, Jack served four bowls of spicy soup to sober them up.

The sour and spicy taste can effectively relieve hangovers. As for the accompanying headache, it can only be solved with aspirin.

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"Tap-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat." Amidst the beating of the military drum, Beckett, wearing a dark blue police uniform and a big-brimmed hat, carried Superintendent Montgomery's coffin and walked first on the left. .

On both sides were Esposito, Kevin, two police officers from the 12th Precinct, and Cassell, who was wearing sunglasses.

Six people carried the coffin and walked past two rows of police officers. Danny and his brother James, who were present on behalf of Frank Regan, solemnly raised their hands and saluted.

As the closest colleague, almost like a family member, Beckett was the first to take the stage to deliver the eulogy.

"Roy Montgomery taught me what it means to be a police officer. He taught me that we are bound by our own choices. We will make countless mistakes, but for us, there is no victory, only an endless fight. ."

Jack, standing in the audience, frowned slightly. He had a feeling of being on edge since he entered the cemetery. This feeling was not strong because he could clearly feel that it was not directed at him.

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From the beginning of the funeral, he completely let go of his perception and put himself in the perspective of a sniper, searching for the source of this malice from far to near.

Jack, who had experienced a cemetery encounter, focused his observation on the densely packed tombstones, 100 meters, 150 meters, 200 meters.

At the same time, Beckett's speech on the stage continued.

".The most important thing for us is to find our own position and if you are lucky enough, you will find someone willing to fight alongside you."

When Beckett and Cassel said this, their eyes met, while Jack's hair stood up next to him. A faint mirror reflection flashed in the sun, but he was keenly caught.

Jack pulled out his gun from his waist and shot into the sky without thinking.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Sniper, get down!"

"Bang!" A bullet smashed the microphone on the podium to pieces. The stunned Beckett was pounced on by Cassel and fell heavily to the ground. His wide-brimmed hat rolled to the side, and the scene was in chaos.