Chapter 147 Personnel Deployment

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The next morning, at the West Precinct, in the patrol commander's office.

Sergeant Danfoss sat behind his desk, a thin sheet of printing paper in his hand.

It was an internal personnel transfer order personally signed by Superintendent Raymond and stamped by Division Chief Sterling.

At this moment, Danfoss's already rugged old face was so black it looked like ink could drip from it.

Opposite his desk, which looked like it could be smashed at any moment, stood veteran patrol officer Ward.

This guy is usually a taciturn, ruthless man who can pin a small-time gangster against a wall and beat the shit out of him on the street.

But now, this tough guy seemed unusually flustered.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his back ramrod straight, but his eyes darted around the office, studying the vents on the ceiling and glancing at the potted plant in the corner, refusing to make any eye contact with Danfoss.

Danfoss just stared at him intently, without saying a word.

"Cough cough..."

After being stared at by Danfoss's murderous gaze for a full half minute, Ward became even more embarrassed and awkwardly cleared his throat.

"call……"

Danfoss took a deep breath, looked away from Ward, rubbed his bloodshot eyes hard, and looked utterly exhausted and resigned.

Then, he slammed the transfer order on the table, finally unable to hold back, and burst into a tirade of curses:

"Son of ab**ch!! What the f**k?!"

"Why don't we just cancel my patrol squad altogether! Everyone should report to the ACU! Sell all the police cars and replace them all with used bicycles!"

Ward coughed awkwardly, shifted his feet, and tried to smooth things over:

"Um... Boss."

"Actually, if you think about it, it's just normal staff turnover in the police station."

"With the old officers leaving, isn't that a good opportunity to make room for new recruits? The police station needs fresh blood, which is good for the precinct, right?"

"Fresh blood?"

Upon hearing this, Danvers glared at Ward with a sidelong glance, as if he were looking at an idiot.

He stood up abruptly, grabbed the police cap from the table and put it on his head, strode around the desk, then grabbed Ward's tactical vest strap and pulled him out of the office.

"Come on! Come with me! I'll show you that bunch of damned fresh blood you're talking about!"

There are still more than ten minutes before the official briefing of the morning shift, and the patrol officers' break room and corridors are full of police officers who have changed into their uniforms and are holding coffee, ready to go on duty.

Danfoss dragged Ward to the large glass window of the lounge.

He pointed at the chaotic crowd inside, and laughed in exasperation.

"Look! That's the benefit you were talking about!"

Standing in the corner of the break room was Wood, the cowardly newcomer who wanted to quit before even starting his job.

This kid originally followed that scoundrel Murphy, but now Danfoss has forcibly assigned him to be led by another slightly more respectable old patrolman, but his cowardly nature hasn't changed at all.

Just now, the ice machine made a soft "click" sound as ice cubes fell, which startled the kid so much that he shrank back on the spot, and his hand instinctively reached for the gun.

"See that? That's called fresh blood?"

Danfoss gritted his teeth and spat out:

"That kid can call for SWAT support just from hearing a cat meow! He's probably carrying a gun that's completely empty, afraid of accidentally shooting himself in the toe!"

Then, Danfoss's finger suddenly turned to a long table in the center of the lounge.

The scene there was even more bizarre.

Murphy, a retired veteran who was about to retire, was originally a level 3 patrol officer who mentored a new recruit named Wood.

To cure Murphy's bad habit of slacking off, Danfoss transferred Wood away and then specifically assigned Harold, the arrogant, self-righteous individualistic hero who was among the top three in the police academy, to him.

Now, Mo Fei is slumped in her chair like a schoolchild who has made a mistake, with half a donut in her mouth and a look of utter despair on her face as she covers her forehead.

Meanwhile, 22-year-old rookie Harold, holding a thick copy of "Seattle Police Code of Conduct," stood in front of Murphy, a veteran officer with nearly 20 years of experience, and loudly lectured him in a tone as if he were scolding a grandson:

"Officer Murphy! According to Chapter 3 of the patrol regulations, we must complete a vehicle chassis inspection and firearms verification within the first ten minutes of taking over the shift!"

"At a time like this, you're still trying to pour coffee into a thermos? Is this your professionalism?!"

Mofei rolled her eyes in anguish, too exhausted to even argue, and could only chew on the donut in despair.

"Take a look at that one too!"

Danfoss's spittle almost landed on Ward's face:

"To deal with Murphy's slacking off, I dumped Harold, that troublemaker, on him!"

"Now, a rookie who just graduated from police academy three months ago and is still practically dependent on his parents is giving daily lectures to a third-level patrol officer! Moffy is practically driven to depression by Harold!"

Finally, Danfoss's finger stopped on Miller, who was getting coffee from the coffee machine.

Finally, Danfoss's finger stopped on Miller, who was getting coffee from the coffee machine.

Having been through the ordeal of Bob's shooting, Miller now appears much more composed, even showing a hint of the world-weary wisdom of a seasoned veteran.

"Miller is good, he's really grown up. But he's still a damn rookie who hasn't even finished his internship!"

Danfoss clutched his hair, on the verge of collapse:

"Now you're leaving too! What about the new recruit you just assigned? Who will you dump him on?!"

"I'm completely out of manpower now! I'm even considering having Miller mentor the new recruits! One rookie training another rookie! The Seattle Police Department is utterly hopeless!"

Ward looked at the group of brilliant minds in the lounge and felt he couldn't bear to look at them.

He took a weak half-step back and whispered his explanation:

"Boss...it's really not my fault."

"It wasn't my request to be transferred; I never submitted an application. It was ACU that directly issued a roll call for transfers, and I was forced into it."

"Of course I know! You can't refuse, you're probably secretly thrilled!"

Danfoss slammed his hand on the glass, startling the people inside who turned around to look.

"So all I can do now is curse in the street!"

"I always thought I got along well with Leon, that we were brothers on the same side!"

"And what happened to that bastard? He took Mia! And now he's trying to get his hands on you!"

"What does he take my patrol squad for? His ACU self-service supermarket? Pushing a shopping cart in and taking whatever he wants?!"

"etc……"

What the hell!

He remembered.

That day in the hospital ward, he and Leon were like brothers, and he felt they got along well. Then, trying to start a conversation, he cheekily mentioned it to Leon:

Ward is now a die-hard fan of yours, keeping track of your every move.

"Oh shit……"

Danfoss leaned weakly against the doorframe, feeling like he wanted to die.

"A while ago in the hospital ward, I personally told that bastard that you were his fanatical follower, keeping a close eye on his every move!"

"If I'd known this bastard was so good at taking advantage of others, I should have sewed my mouth shut that day! I would have never said a word, even if you beat me to death!"

……

It was afternoon, and the ACU team leader's office at the West Precinct was back to its usual rainy day.

Lyon sat behind a large desk, his legs crossed and propped up on the edge of the desk.

Mia sat down next to me with an iced Americano, her dead fish eyes bloodshot, leaning against the filing cabinet and yawning intermittently.

Last night, Lyon personally handed over old Bill and Arthur, and after returning to ACU, nothing unexpected happened.

He stayed up all night, watching Seattle's police dispatch channel and browsing dark web forums all night as well.

The result was that everything calmed down.

There were no sudden police incidents, nor were there any large-scale searches of the slums by FBI agents. Everything was as usual, and homeless brawls remained the main theme of the city.

Alex didn't rush to send me any new information, which was a good thing, proving that nothing unexpected had happened.

Based on the current situation, it seems highly likely that old Bill and Arthur have already been safely escorted out of Seattle by the people from the East.

As for the follow-up response from the domestic side, intelligence work has its own physical cycle, and it can't be rushed. We can only patiently wait for the dead mailbox to be activated again.

Lyon snapped out of his reverie, picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and forcibly pulled his attention back to ACU's daily work.

The vacancies caused by ACU casualties must be filled, and the new recruit Sterling promised will be reporting for duty this afternoon.

"Boss, does Director Sterling have some misunderstanding about our ACU?"

Mia, wearing a loose hoodie, gestured with her chin towards the three manila envelopes on Leon's desk and rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Aside from Ward, one of Danfoss's henchmen, who's a decent human being, these other two... are they even police officers? Is Arkham Asylum on holiday?"

Leon raised an eyebrow, picked up the file folder on the table, and pulled out the documents inside.

He didn't even glance at Ward's file, simply tossing it aside. That guy was a shrewd, taciturn man, very useful indeed.

He opened another file.

Chloe Davis. Female, 27 years old.

The file photo shows a white woman with long, fluffy blonde hair, who looks to be no more than 1.6 meters tall. She has a bright, sunny smile in her ID photo and looks like she came from a university cheerleading squad.

The first half of her resume is very impressive.

A former U.S. Army combat engineer, specializing in demolition and bomb disposal, who dismantled IEDs (improvised explosive devices) in the Middle East.

After his military service, he entered the Seattle Police Department with top marks and was directly selected for the SWAT team.

However, this girl was just sent off with a red card by SWAT commander Hobbs last month and sent straight back to the patrol unit, and now Sterling has thrown her into the ACU.

The door did indeed open.

However, the explosive yield was calculated too recklessly. The huge shockwave not only blew the door to smithereens, but also caused several drug dealers inside to suffer concussions, collapsed half of the load-bearing wall of the old house, shattered the windows of half a street, and finally gave the neighbor's dog a heart attack.

"Minimally invasive breaching? She calls blowing up half a building 'minimally invasive'?"

Lyon looked at the photos of the scene in the file; the dilapidated little building in the photos was still emitting black smoke.

"yes."

Mia chewed on the straw and complained listlessly.

"I heard that when the Ministry of the Interior spoke with her, she was still complaining that the city's building standards were too low and the bricks were not sturdy enough."

"Hobbs was so angry when he heard this that he almost drew his gun and shot her."

"..."

"It doesn't matter. Sometimes we do need a bit of physical force to unlock things."

Lyon expressionlessly flipped through Chloe's file and looked at the second one.

The man in the second file is named Dexter Simon.

Thirty-five years old.

Before becoming a police officer, this guy was a private investigator and bounty hunter operating in the gray area.

He entered police academy at the age of thirty, having only recently become a police officer. Thanks to his extremely keen street sense and unconventional tracking abilities, he was promoted to the Major Crimes Unit.

Besides being a master of petty thievery, such as lock picking, stalking, and installing listening devices, this guy's close-quarters combat skills are also ridiculously strong. It's said that he fought in the underground boxing scene for two years in no-holds-barred combat, and his ability to withstand blows is astonishing.

As for the reason why he was kicked to the ACU by the Major Crimes Unit, the file states that "his evidence collection methods were excessively irregular and his behavior and attitude were extremely bad."

In a dead-end alley without surveillance cameras, in order to find out the whereabouts of the missing hostage, he broke three of the suspect's fingers with his bare hands and shoved the man's head into a garbage can full of excrement.

Although the person was rescued, his gangster-like behavior was so outrageous that the detectives in the Major Crimes Unit, who preferred to wear suits and ties, couldn't stand it and eventually complained about him and kicked him out of the department.

"What's up with this guy?" Leon asked, pointing to Simon's photo.

"This is also an exceptional piece."

Mia had clearly done her homework beforehand; she lowered her voice, as if telling some ghost story:

"I heard that he used to raid pimps' dens, and after catching someone, he would lock them in an interrogation room and turn the air conditioning down to the lowest setting."

"Then he sat across from them, took a calculator, and started calculating the accounts for those gangsters, one by one."

"They calculated how much tax they evaded, how their assets were frozen, who their wives would run off with after they went bankrupt, and even planned out which nightclub their daughter might work at in the future."

Mia shivered:

"He's a monster. The Interior Ministry was already preparing to prosecute him, but Director Sterling, for some reason, just pulled him out and handed him over to us."

Lyon closed the file, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

A demolition maniac who likes to use C4 to blast down gates.

A perverted detective subjected to both mental and physical torment.

Add to that the brain-dead bulldozer in the original team, Jacob who supplements his IQ by eating burritos, the double agent Carlos, as well as himself, the cheat, and the salted fish in front of him.

Is this some kind of anti-crime special task force?

Okay, that's true.