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Chapter 239 You're Not Suitable to Be a Criminal Investigator

When Vincent and Jack left Beverly Hills, they were still not fully recovered from the shock. The information they had just received from Luca was too explosive for either of them to have expected.

Vincent was certainly familiar with Braga, a notorious drug lord in Los Angeles, though he was a primary target of the DEA, not the Major Crimes Unit.

Now Luca is investigating the truck robbery, how the hell did the investigation lead to Braga?

Vincent from the narcotics squad walked to the roadside, opened the car door, and looked at Jack across the street. "Jack, didn't you spend a day with the narcotics squad?"

"Yes, sir, on the day Harris died."

Jack recounted his training day experience, but hesitated before revealing that he had also received money that day. Even though Harris was dead, these secrets remained hidden.

But he spoke out about Harris's collusion with Los Angeles drug lords.

Jack: "The narcotics squad isn't strictly cracking down on drug dealers. Their attitude towards drug dealers is rather ambiguous. They use each other to restrain each other, sir. If we tell the narcotics squad this, they might not necessarily take action against Braga. I'm worried they might even collude with Braga."

Vincent glanced at Jack a few more times. After spending some time with him, he had gotten to know the guy's personality quite well. He was a very law-abiding young policeman, straightforward, and very quick-witted and intelligent when it came to cases.

However, when it comes to human nature, there aren't many opportunities for flexibility.

"Don't worry about the narcotics squad for now, I'll handle this."

Once in the car, Vincent drove Jack back to the police station. On the way, he asked, "Jack, you're actually very smart, but you lack the courage of a tough guy."

“Sir, you’re wrong,” Jack retorted. He thought to himself that after experiencing the life-or-death crisis of training day and taking money from Harris, the police station in his eyes was no longer so colorful, but had a gray undertone.

Therefore, his first suggestion was not to communicate with the anti-drug team, to avoid collusion between the people there and drug dealers.

But he still believed in justice and fairness, believed that he would not be completely assimilated by his environment, and still wanted to climb to the top of the police force.

Perhaps then, I will be able to try to change the environment.

Vincent looked into Jack's resolute gaze, shook his head, and said, "If you knew someone was guilty, would you be willing to frame them to ensure the court finds them guilty?"

Jack: "."

They started with soul-searching questions.

It is not uncommon for a criminal who is known to be guilty to be let off the hook by a court due to a lack of evidence.

However, to frame the other party, one must deliberately fabricate some baseless charges to ensure a conviction.
Jack remembered that he had discussed this issue with Luca before, and Luca had said that he did not welcome corrupt cops who deliberately framed others.

Because the other party broke the rules.

Jack shook his head: "No."

Vincent's eyes betrayed a mixture of disappointment and relief as he pressed, "Then are you willing to use torture to extract a confession from the prisoner?"

Jack shook his head again: "No."

Vincent: "Would you shoot a notorious criminal in the back to prevent his lawyer from exonerating him?"

Jack sighed, thinking, "What a bunch of shit questions these are."

Is it really possible to encounter such an extreme situation?
If David were here, he would definitely say "yes." The religious murderers of that time could have used mental illness to escape punishment, but Luca killed them without mercy.

Jack continued to deny it: "No."

After asking three questions in a row, Vincent got his answer. He sighed and said, "Actually, Jack, you're not suited to be a detective. You should go to a group where you don't have to do these things, like being a patrol officer."

Jack paused for a moment, then said, "So you're still willing to let me stay?"

"I'm just saying it's not suitable, not that you can't be one."

Vincent looked out the car window at the night view of Los Angeles, and said quietly, "Solving cases and navigating the political arena are two different things. I'm not someone who can manage all relationships. I can't even handle my own family relationships. The whole police department knows I've been married three times."

Jack said with a somewhat stiff expression, "I think that to be a good detective, the more important thing is to improve your ability to solve cases, handle murder cases, and catch criminals. That is the standard by which to measure a detective's ability."

Vincent chuckled. "I thought you could learn something from Harris. He may be infamous, but his record in the narcotics unit is one of the best."

"But he condoned drug dealers' drug trafficking."

"Don't we also cooperate with the Mafia?" "It's different. We cooperate with Luca only to catch criminals, not to traffic drugs or commit crimes."

Vincent laughed. "You can only believe half of what Luca says."

What criminal would actually cooperate with the police? Luca wasn't an informant, and the place where they were chatting wasn't an interrogation room.

“Jack, this matter is not as simple as you think.”

A hint of worry flashed in Vincent's eyes. It was obvious to anyone that none of the information Luca had revealed was related to the truck robbery or involved drug lords; he certainly didn't have good intentions.

But Vincent couldn't just sit idly by and watch such a good opportunity slip away.

If we can capture Braga, it will definitely be a major achievement.

According to Luca's previous statement, he sent men to seize Braga's goods in order to "trade" them with Braga on the condition that Braga himself must be present.

That was Braga himself, Braga himself, who had never appeared before.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
Vincent instinctively stepped on the gas and drove straight to the police station.

Jack was still asking, "Sir, about Braga?"

Vincent said in a deep voice, "You're right. The anti-drug squad is colluding with major drug lords in Los Angeles. We can't let them know about this, otherwise Braga might get away. Let's get Luca to cooperate and catch Braga first!"

Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. Vincent saw that it was his wife calling, and his face turned helpless. He wouldn't be able to come home on time again tonight.

He hurriedly explained to his wife that he was busy with work, and then hung up the phone.

Jack could vaguely hear a roar coming from the other end of the phone.

At that moment, he couldn't help but feel grateful that his wife was understanding and didn't yell at him because he was busy with work.

Upon arriving at the police station, the two had just entered when a police officer approached them. It was Dudley, the captain of another team in the Major Crimes Unit.

The other person approached them casually, greeted them, and asked, "Have you found any clues about the truck robbery?"

Just as Jack was about to speak, Vincent nudged him with his shoulder and stepped forward, saying, "Not yet. This is a major case that the entire police department is paying attention to. The truck drivers' union has been urging us for so long. What about your team? Do you have any leads?"

Dudley shook his head: "Completely baffled. This case is hopeless, and it's difficult to investigate."

The two then exchanged pleasantries for a long time, but neither managed to extract any useful information from the other.

After they dispersed, Vincent grabbed Jack's arm and said, "We can't tell Dudley about what happened with Luca tonight. Do you think only the DEA and drug lords are colluding? Or is it only us working with the Mafia? Guess who's behind Dudley?"

Jack was speechless.

Is this police station a place for police to enforce the law, or a backyard for gangsters?

Can Los Angeles ever have a day of peace?
The deal with Braga was scheduled for the evening of the day after tomorrow. Luca and Vincent have been communicating frequently over the past two days to finalize the specific plan for the deal.

As soon as Braga appears, he will be arrested and brought to justice.

In return.
"The police will let your team go."

Inside a secret hideout of a biker gang, Luca explained the plan to Toretto and Brian: "Help the police catch Braga, and your biker gang's criminal record will be wiped clean, provided you don't do anything similar again and get caught by the police."

This was good news, and Torreto breathed a sigh of relief, but his brothers behind him, such as Vince and others, looked somewhat worried.

If we leave this industry, what else can we do in the future?

After Luca left, Vince went up to Toreto and asked, "Dom, if we don't do what we used to do, what will we do in the future? Will we just rely on your auto repair shop to make a living?"

Brian suggested, "Why don't you come to the truck drivers' union? The benefits are pretty good there."

Everyone: "."

Let our gang of robbers go and drive trucks properly?

(End of this chapter)