American TV series Detective's Daily Life

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.

"Um."

Chuck was okay with that.

Susan first contacted the FBI New York branch, then drove Chuck to the outside of the Gambino family headquarters, parked and waited.

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

The doppelgänger of BAU agent Hotchner's wife and Hotchner's old friend, Director Kate Joyner, personally brought people here.

"Hello, Susan Greene, IRS Fiscal Commissioner."

Susan smiled and shook Kate's hand.

"Dr. Wolfe, we meet again."

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

"Director Joyner."

Chuck nodded to her.

Last time I was tracking down the perverted bald recruiter whose head was shot, I asked her, a former Scotland Yard boss, for help.

The two became more familiar than when they first met.

"Do you know each other?"

Susan was surprised at first, then took a look at Kate's beautiful face, her aura of long-term power, and the fascinating British accent in the American people's mouth. Then she thought about Chuck's style, and it suddenly became no longer surprising.

"Well, Dr. Wolfe is the best consultant in our bureau."

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

"How many organizations are you a consultant for?"

Susan couldn't help but complain.

She is a consultant to the IRS, a consultant to the FBI, a consultant to some kind of lottery association, she is going to be confused.

Can one person really serve as an advisor to so many people?

"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?"

"Um."

Seeing that they were talking about business, Kate said seriously: "The monitoring car is over there."

"Is this okay?"

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

After saying this, she couldn't go on because she saw Chuck looking at her again. She couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth and said angrily: "What's wrong?"

"This is the FBI!"

Chuck said bluntly: "If this was not the headquarters of the Gambino family, there would be no need to bother. It is estimated that 7 of the 10 Gambino family members are FBI undercover agents. Now that this is the headquarters, the vigilance is higher, but There must be an FBI undercover agent inside, and it is normal to arrange surveillance."

Director Kate Joyner smiled but said nothing.

"..."

Susan hesitated.

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 headset connected to the monitoring car to the two of them. Susan took it, but Chuck took out his own headset and motioned to Kate to open the interface.

"He's mysophobic."

Susan couldn't help but say something.

"I can tell."

Director Kate Joyner smiled.

Soon there was a sound in everyone's ears.

"Mr. Sternberg, you are 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 here? I have something to report to him."

"Dad's not here."

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

"All right."

The bald old accountant hesitated and recounted his experience in Las Vegas.

"What do you think, Mr. Sternberg?"

Mr. Gambino Jr., who spoke with an Italian accent, said noncommittally.

"I only know loyalty..."

The bald old accountant said something. Seeing that Mr. Gambino didn't look at him and was just playing with his pet dog, he said sincerely: "The most important thing is that I am not stupid. There are not many good people who cooperate with the US law enforcement agencies." Yes, so Mr. Gambino must believe me."

"Of course Dad believes you."

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

"Thank you Mr. Gambino for the affirmation."

The bald old accountant was very excited.

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

"but."

Mr. Gambino, who had an Italian accent, changed his voice: "I persuaded him that intelligence and loyalty are always inversely proportional. The smarter people are, the more discerning they are. Loyalty is just because there is not enough bargaining chip for betrayal. In my eyes, Mr. Sternberg He has always been the smartest person, so..."

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

The bald old accountant's voice trembled: "I am just an ordinary person, a loyal and honest person with some professional skills."

"You are indeed not as smart as you think."

Mr. Gambino, who spoke with an Italian accent, stood up, walked to the bald old accountant, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "You don't even want to call me Godfather."

After saying that, he raised his voice and shouted: "Come here! Take him down!"

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

The bald old accountant shouted in fear.

"Okay, you can rush in."

Susan was overjoyed.

"action!"

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

After saying that, he got out of the car, took out his gun, and walked inside.

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

Director Kate Joyner turned around, followed Susan's surprised and puzzled gaze, 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 heard it from a friend, so I probably know a little bit about it."

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

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

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

Director Kate Joyner shrugged helplessly and said: "But we follow the procedures, and indeed many times we are a step slower, and sometimes if we are a step slower, the results will be completely different."

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

Susan complained empathetically.

"In a way, yes!"

Kate nodded.

This kind of suspicion and disdain for their ability as law enforcement officers really made them feel unhappy, but they were unable to refute it.

Because Chuck is always proven right later.

This time, because the IRS was taking the lead, and Kate, the branch director, was personally in charge, the tactical team and other things were already in place in advance.

But even so, when Susan and Kate followed the tactical team, broke into the formation according to the standard, and entered while ensuring their own safety, the experienced people who should run had already run away.

"What are you doing?"

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

As the heir to the family, he is a decent person and there is no need to run away.

"Hopefully that guy can save someone in time."

Susan whispered to Kate, then took out her ID and began to identify herself: "Internal Revenue Service Financial Commissioner, Anthony Gambino, you are suspected of tax evasion, please cooperate with our investigation."

"Tax evasion?"

Mr. Gambino Jr. smiled: "We are a formal company and 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 brightened, 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. Francesco Strawberry, what do you think of this?"

Mr. Gambino's face changed, and he secretly cursed his men for their incompetence. When the FBI broke into the door, he asked his men to take the bald old accountant out of the secret passage and execute him. It took him so long, but he even did it to an old man. If you don’t drop it, you are too incompetent.

Now there's trouble.

The bald old accountant is the one who is really in charge of their business accounts.

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

If Chuck hadn't suddenly stepped out of the shadows and chosen loyalty, he would have been strangled to death.

He has been in charge of the accounts of the Gambino family for more than 40 years, and has almost watched Mr. Gambino grow up. He knows that Mr. Gambino is extremely obsessed with the Godfather movie, often quotes it, and recently even secretly funded the production of one. The related movie specially invited the actor Al Pacino, the godfather of the movie, to play.

But he never expected that Mr. Gambino Jr. would actually persuade his father to attack the loyal man because he kept calling him Mr. Gambino Jr. instead of Mr. Gambino or even Godfather.

What is this thing called?

"Mr. Gambino, Jr., you ruined my chance to be a good person."

The bald old accountant felt extremely sad and angry, and his thousands of words finally turned into one sentence.

"..."

IRS Financial Commissioner Susan, FBI New York Bureau Director Kate Joyner, and all the FBI were speechless, except for Chuck, whose expressions were a little ugly.

Okay.

If you cooperate with them, you will no longer be a good person?

Saying this in front of the Gambino family members of the calf trafficking group 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 hidden with infinite ridicule have to do with him?