Chapter 942 (1/2)

Luke: ”NYPD.”

This is the door that must be reported. Although he changed the order of taking out the gun and putting it on the head of others and reporting the door, he still reported the door after all.

The middle-aged man who was strangled by him was obviously shocked: ”NYPD?”

Luke: come on, who's in there

The middle-aged man suddenly said in a loud voice: ”DEA! We are agents of DEA. My ID is in my chest pocket. You can have a look. ”

There was a sudden silence in room 6B. Luke frowned. The gun was still on the back of his head. He let go of the left hand that pinched the man's neck. After a few touches on his chest, he found a police badge.

Just a glance, he knew it should be true.

But whether these ”DEA agents” are true or not is unknown.

Or, if they're really agents, they're in more trouble.

The middle-aged man, who was held by his gun, felt his neck loosen, and immediately said, ”we are on a secret arrest mission. I'm brass Burton, and my colleagues are inside.”

The voice is still loud.

Luke's eyes narrowed, and he understood what was going on.

With Blas Burton's voice, someone in the room finally said, ”we are DEA people, who is outside? Brass. ”

”It's a NYPD police officer,” Blass called out

As he spoke, Luke had withdrawn his gun and returned to the stairway.

He can't trust the DEA agents in the house at all.

At last a man in the door reached out and took a quick look outside.

After making sure that there was only brass at the door, he quickly looked up to Luke and said, ”man, what are you doing? It's not good to point a gun at a colleague. ”

Luke smiled, but his face didn't change. ”I'm sorry, I've been informed of a fierce gunfight here. You didn't show your badge.”

That said, the muzzle of his gun was still facing the door of 6B.

The look of the other side is obviously not very good-looking.

Luke was more aware of the man's seemingly calm appearance when talking at the door. Behind him, someone was quietly explaining how to deal with his words.

The movement in the room began to pick up again.

Luke said this, and walked a little further down the stairs, hiding most of his body below the ground level.

He just took out the phone and called the information center of the headquarters.

Luke gave out his identity and police number and explained the situation here. The headquarters said the patrol would arrive in five minutes at most.

In room 6B, there was constant movement. Luke's keen hearing and brain response constantly grasped the information in the other's sporadic language.

”What about this package?”

”McGee, wait for you to take the goods out. If it's found, it's a seized illegal drug. ”

”And here? How do you explain the body of that child? ”

”You think.”

”Ah?”

……

It was five minutes, but fifteen minutes later, two patrol cars arrived downstairs.

Luke showed his badge to the four NYPD patrolmen upstairs, identified himself, told them about the situation there, and took them to the door of 6B's room.