The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 134 You Don't Even Call Me Godfather

new York.

After getting off the plane.

"I'm afraid we can't rest. The target went directly to the Gambino family headquarters."

Susan said to Chuck.

"Ah."

Chuck was okay with that.

Susan first contacted someone from the New York branch of the FBI, and then drove Chuck to the Gambino family headquarters, parking and waiting.

"Hello, Agent Green, I'm Kate Joyner of the New York Bureau of the FBI."

The doppelganger of BAU chief agent Hotchner's wife, Hotchner's old friend, Director Kate Joyner personally brought people over.

"Hi, Susan Green, IRS Fiscal Commissioner."

Susan smiled and shook Kate's hand.

"Dr. Wolf, we meet again."

After Kate shook hands, she looked at Chuck with a British accent.

"Director Joyner."

Chuck nodded at her.

The last time I tracked down the bald perverted recruiter who was headshot, I also asked her, the former Scotland Yard big shot, to help.

The two became a little more familiar than when they first met.

"Do you know?"

Susan was surprised at first, and then glanced at Kate's pretty face, the aura of long-term power, and the fascinating British accent of the American population, and then thinking of Chuck's style, it was not surprising at once.

"Well, Dr. Wolfe is the best advisor in our Bureau."

Kate didn't know where Susan had gone, so she nodded with a smile.

"How many organizations are you an advisor to?"

Susan couldn't help complaining.

She is an IRS consultant, an FBI consultant, and a lottery association consultant, and she will be confused.

Can one person really be so many consultants?

"I run a consulting firm."

Chuck glanced at her, gave her a strange look, and then looked at Kate: "Director Joyner, have you set up the monitoring equipment?"

"Ah."

When talking about business, Kate said seriously: "The monitoring car is over there."

"Is that enough?"

Susan wondered: "This is the headquarters of the Gambino family, they must have anti-monitoring measures..."

Speaking of this, she couldn't continue, because she saw Chuck looking at her again, and couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, and said angrily, "What's wrong?"

"This is the FBI!"

Chuck said frankly: "If this is not the headquarters of the Gambino family, there is no need to be so troublesome. Of the 10 members of the Gambino family, it is estimated that 7 of them are undercover agents of the FBI. Now this is the headquarters, and the vigilance is higher, but There must be undercover agents from the FBI inside, and it is normal to arrange surveillance."

Commissioner Kate Joyner smiled and said nothing.

"..."

Susan froze.

Only now did she understand why the FBI was the number one law enforcement agency in the country. The number of undercover agents alone was unmatched by any agency.

It's her normality that limits her imagination.

Director Kate Joyner handed the two the earphones connected to the monitoring car, Susan took it, but Chuck took out his own headset and signaled Kate to open the interface.

"He has a cleanliness."

Susan couldn't help but say something.

"I can tell."

Commissioner Kate Joyner smiled.

Soon there was a voice in everyone's ears.

"Mr. Steinberg, you're back."

The voice of a middle-aged man with an Italian accent sounded.

"Yes, Mr. Gambino Jr."

The voice of the bald old accountant followed closely: "Is Mr. Gambino there? I have something to report to him."

"Dad isn't here."

The middle-aged man with an Italian accent said displeased: "It's the same if you tell me anything."

"Ok."

The bald old accountant hesitated for a moment, and told what happened to him in Las Vegas.

"What do you think, Mr. Steinberg?"

Mr. Gambino Jr. with an Italian accent said noncommittally.

"I only know loyalty..."

The bald old accountant said something, he didn’t even look at Mr. Gambino Jr., he just played with the pet dog there, and said sincerely: “The most important thing is that I am not stupid. There are not many people who cooperate with the US law enforcement agencies. Yes, so Mr. Gambino must trust me."

"Of course Dad believes in you."

Mr. Gambino Jr. with an Italian accent said: "He said that Mr. Squeezberger has worked for our family for more than 40 years. He is loyal and intelligent, and he is worthy of trust."

"Thank you Mr. Gambino for your affirmation."

The balding old accountant was thrilled.

His choice was indeed correct, and the calf trafficking group was indeed more reliable than the US law enforcement agencies.

"but."

Mr. Gambino Jr. with an Italian accent changed his voice: "I persuaded him that intelligence and loyalty have always been inversely proportional. The smarter you are, the more you think. Loyalty is only because you don't have enough chips for betrayal. In my eyes, Mr. Schenberger Always the smartest man, so..."

"Mr. Gambino Jr., I'm not as smart as you think."

The voice of the bald old accountant trembled: "I am just an ordinary person, a loyal and honest person who knows some professional skills."

"You're not as smart as you think."

Mr. Gambino Jr. with an Italian accent got up, walked up to the bald old accountant, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "You don't even want to call me godfather."

After finishing speaking, he raised his voice and called out: "Come here! Take him down!"

"Mr. Gambino, I am loyal to you..."

The bald old accountant cried out in fear.

"Okay, you can rush in."

Susan was overjoyed.

"action!"

When Director Kate Joyner saw that Susan, the financial professional of the IRS, had spoken, she nodded and gave instructions to her subordinates.

After finishing speaking, he got out of the car himself, took out his gun, and walked inside.

Susan followed closely behind, walked a few steps, suddenly realized, and looked back: "Hey, where are the others?"

Director Kate Joyner turned her head and followed Susan's astonished eyes, and saw that Chuck had disappeared. She shook her head and said, "Don't worry about him."

"Do you know where he went?"

Susan looked at Kate strangely.

"I've heard about it from my friends, so I probably know a little bit about it."

Director Kate Joyner laughed at herself: "He probably didn't trust our ability, so he went to save people first."

Seeing that Susan's eyes were still ambiguous, Kate simply told about Chuck's personality and habits she knew from her old friend Agent Hotchner.

"Although I don't want to admit it."

Director Kate Joyner shrugged helplessly and said: "But we follow the procedure, and it is true that we often take a step slower, and sometimes a step slower, the result is completely different."

"He's such a jerk, isn't he?"

Susan complained empathetically.

"In a way, yes!"

Kate nods.

This kind of suspicion and contempt for the abilities of their law enforcement officers really made them feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts, but they were still powerless to refute.

Because Chuck is always proven right in hindsight.

This time, because the National Taxation Bureau took the lead, and Kate, the branch director, was in charge in person, the tactical team was already in place ahead of time.

But even so, when Susan and Kate followed the tactical team, broke into the formation according to the standard, and entered under the premise of ensuring their own safety, those who should run had already run away with experience.

"What are you doing?"

Mr. Gambino Jr. was sitting on the boss's chair, smoking a cigar, looking at the people who came in with leisure, and questioning with a dignified expression.

As the heir of the family, he is a decent man and doesn't need to run at all.

"I hope that guy can save someone in time."

Susan whispered something to Kate, then took out her ID and began to report her identity: "Internal Revenue Service Finance Commissioner, Antoine Gambino, you are suspected of tax evasion, please cooperate with our investigation."

"Tax evasion?"

Mr. Gambino Jr. smiled: "We are a formal company, and we have hired Drybeck Accounting Firm to be responsible for our finances. If you have any questions, please go to them."

"We will."

Susan had already seen a familiar figure, her eyes lit up, and her voice became more confident: "But I think Drybeck is only responsible for your apparent business, and what we are looking for is your real business."

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Mr. Gambino Jr. smiled calmly.

"Oh, is it?"

Susan looked at Chuck and the bald old accountant who came in from the side door: "Mr. Fransey Splendor, what do you think about this?"

Mr. Gambino's complexion changed, and he cursed his subordinates for being weak. He asked his subordinates to take the bald old accountant out of the secret passage and execute him when the FBI broke the door. Can't drop it, it's too incompetent.

Now trouble.

The old bald accountant was the one who actually ran the books of their business.

The bald old accountant looked at Mr. Gambino Jr. with complicated eyes, feeling extremely sad and indignant. He just wanted to be an accountant and didn't care about anything else. Why can't he be a simple accountant?

If it wasn't for Chuck who didn't know which shadow came out suddenly and chose to be loyal, he would have been strangled to death.

He has been in charge of the accounts for the Gambino family for more than 40 years. He almost watched Mr. Gambino Jr. grow up. He knows that Mr. Gambino Jr. is very obsessed with Godfather movies, and he often quotes them. Recently, he secretly invested in a movie For related movies, the actor Al Pacino, the Godfather of Movies, was specially invited to act.

But he never expected that Mr. Gambino Jr. would persuade his father to attack him who was loyal, just because he kept calling him Mr. Gambino Jr., instead of Mr. Gambino or even the godfather.

What is this called!
"Mr. Gambino Jr., you have ruined my chance to be a good man."

The bald old accountant was filled with grief and indignation, thousands of words finally turned into one sentence.

"..."

Susan, the financial commissioner of the Internal Revenue Service, Kate Joyner, the director of the FBI's New York branch, and all the FBI were speechless. Except for Chuck, they all looked a little unhappy.

Okay.

If you cooperate with them, you will no longer be a good person?
Said this in front of the Gambino family of the calf selling group, it sounded extremely ironic.

Chuck looked calm.

He is just a consultant everywhere. Strictly speaking, he is not a member of the law enforcement agency at all. What does the bald old accountant's sincere words and hidden infinite ridicule have anything to do with him?
(End of this chapter)