"...After confirming that they are in good health, they will be sent back to China immediately by the Immigration Bureau!"

At this moment, Byron, who had arrived from the office, happened to hear Debbie's words, and glanced at the girl who was rescued by the New York police and spoke.

"What..." Debbie was slightly stunned, "Can't they stay here?"

Mark shook his head and said, "It is impossible for those guys from the Immigration Bureau to keep these people here without formal access."

“Didn’t Congress have a proposal to protect victims of trafficking at the beginning of the year?”

"This proposal was only passed at the end of last month and was implemented in October."

Mark glanced at Debbie and then said, "Even if this bill begins to be implemented, how many of these people are left in the past two months?"

Debbie, who was quite emotional, watched the bus slowly leave the warehouse and was not talking!

Federal Building!

"Mark, the news office asked me to ask if you want to come forward and accept an interview?"

"You go, you are more on camera than me!"

After returning to the office, sitting in the office chair, Mark untied the gun and threw it into the drawer.

After walking to the bathroom in the office, washing his face and regaining his spirits, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a cup of bourbon.

Looking at the Federation Square that came into view from afar!

I narrowed my eyes and glanced at the sun hanging above the sky, which had turned into orange-red.

After a day of raids, whether it was the office or Mark himself.

Everyone feels that they have gained a lot!

Today alone, nearly 200 girls who were sold to the local area from abroad were rescued from all corners of Hell's Kitchen.

This is big news, no doubt!

The New York office, the News Office, which is mainly responsible for connecting with the media, is extremely happy.

Almost as soon as Mark and Byron arrived downstairs of the Federal Building, the News Office had already notified twelve authoritative media in New York to attend their press conference!

Mark was even more happy!

Although he did not catch the infamous chicken head with his own hands.

but!

There is a saying that killing people will kill your heart!

For those of Via, they had already prepared some death. Even when they couldn't escape, they might have prepared a pistol that was dedicated to ruining themselves!

Compared to death, they are more afraid of completely destroying their confidence and dignity.

In this case, these underground brothels spread all over Hell's Kitchen are the source of Vera's confidence and dignity.

Mark's actions today were undoubtedly waving a big shovel to destroy their foundation.

Not to mention, in these eight underground brothels, the green little cutie alone has gained as many as seven figures!

Still cash!

These dynamic organizations don’t want to put their money in the bank, but once they are placed in the bank, they will be targeted by the IRS, who will pay the death tax even if you die.

In their opinion, these green cute little cuties are all earned by them with hard work. They would rather put them in the basement than deal with the bank or the IRS!

There is a saying that there is a group of people robbing banks who escaped the arrest of law enforcement agencies, but because they did not pay taxes, they were found by the IRS. They were arrested in less than an hour...

Although an hour is exaggerating, this also affirms the combat effectiveness of the IRS from another aspect!

Compared with law enforcement agencies, the IRS's reputation has made countless socially vibrant organizations afraid!

As for Vera Constantine.

After losing the basic plate in Hell's Kitchen, Mark was not optimistic about her fate!

There, it is a simple and pure cannibalism incident!

The end of August!

Mark, who was addicted to official documents and could not extricate himself from the office, was receiving a call from Detective George of the New York Police Department.

Without hesitation, he knocked on the door of Byron's office next door with a big push of documents.

He threw the half-human-high papers on Byron's desk and turned around and left.

I left the Byron who was just about to take a break, but now I looked confused and messy in the wind...

"Jack!"

"exist!"

"Don't call me if you're okay, there's something wrong...you, Debbie and Maggie, resolve it..."

"……yes!"

Jack was lying on the desk playing spider cards as he looked at Mark's back as he left the office with a cool look.

At this moment, resentment is filled with my heart!

With such a boss, although promotion and salary increase is just around the corner.

but……

Very tired, not only physically tired, but also mentally tired!

As for Debbie and Maggie sitting in their seats, they just shook their heads and became obsessed with the incident at hand again.

One hour later.

Mark got out of the car and walked towards George standing on the banks of the Hudson River.

"George..."

"Here!"

Mark walked to George and looked down at the bottom of the river bank in the direction of George's finger.

But I saw a swelling woman with disheveled hair, with a large font, half of her body plastered on the shore, and half of her body was still soaked in water.

Vera Constantine!

Mark looked around the cordons around and said to George, "Where is the Brandt and his son?"

“…There are rumors that they had left the United States two days ago.”

George took out a box of cigarettes from his arms and handed Mark a piece. Mark waved his hand and pinned the cigarette to his ear. George shrugged, lit it for himself and took a sip.

Then, under Mark's gaze, his face turned red!

Mark smiled slightly, which is why he didn't ignite it just now!

Vera's body has expanded to form a giant view...

It's been a long time!

George stepped on the cigarette and saw that he had arrived from the bureau just now, the heavily armed people said, "What are you going to deal with this case?"

Mark said lightly: "What should I do to deal with the gangsters? I am not a good person in my own right!"

George nodded, pinched his nose and said in a gulp: "God, I feel like I sucked in."

Mark patted George on the shoulder, then turned around and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road!

"mark……"

"There's something else?"

"Don't forget this week's poker night!"

"I can't forget!" Mark waved at George behind him without looking back.

The first Saturday of each month is a regular gathering time for Mark, George and several other law enforcement partners.

Let’s drink, play cards and talk about interesting stories we encountered when we handle cases!

By the way, the news can be communicated with each other.

For example, the New York FBI has a whole floor dedicated to identification and testing.

And George's informants are all over New York!

It is better to interact with both sides than to fight alone...
Chapter completed!