The infinite life of a certain beauty

Chapter 6 Gwen Stacy (please collect!)

Kirk's answer directly gave Detective Inspector George Stacey a hard time.

"Our branch office?"

"Yes."

"...Which department?"

"Should be your department, Inspector Stacy."

"what?"

Kirk looked at George with a confused expression, reached into his arms, took out a transfer order from the New York Police Department that had been prepared along with the documents, and handed it to George: "This is my transfer order."

George stared at Kirk, and took the document from Kirk's hand.

Seeing this, several police officers who followed him also walked behind George and set their eyes on the document George had opened.

Kirk looked relaxed.

This is a genuine transfer order, which proves that Kirk's joining the 36th Branch Bureau was signed by the General Administration. According to the content of the document, after Kirk officially joined the 36th Branch Bureau's serious crime team and reported to the 36th Branch Bureau, the transfer order took effect immediately.

This document was not bought from the Continental Hotel. After all, you asked a killer agency to buy a law enforcement agency's certificate. This matter is outrageous no matter how you look at it.

Kirk bought it from someone else.

There is a price, but this price will not take effect until Kirk confirms that he can successfully join the 36th branch.

George closed the file and looked back at Kirk.

"I did receive a notice that a new person came to report, but you should have come to report yesterday."

"flight delayed."

Kirk explained without changing his face: "It rained heavily in New York yesterday, and the plane I took diverted to Atlanta."

George nodded, and handed the transfer order to the female police detective behind him.

"Beckett, make sure."

"it is good."

The female police detective named Beckett took the transfer order, glanced at the content and number on the transfer order, took out her walkie-talkie, and asked the console to check in the system.

While waiting for Beckett's inquiry and confirmation, George looked at Kirk again, and his eyes fell on the one-armed corpse not far from the laboratory.

"Why are you here?"

"I came here to look for a house nearby. When I heard the movement, I happened to be nearby, so I came to have a look."

"Looking for a house?"

"Yes, my previous house is due."

"Then where do you live now?"

"The Continental Hotel."

Once again, Kirk is telling the truth that for many people, even for the NYPD, the Continental is just a somewhat strictly regulated membership hotel.

George obviously thought so too. After hearing Kirk say that he was temporarily staying at the Continental Hotel, he couldn't help but glance at Kirk again: "That hotel is not cheap."

Membership access is a threshold for Continental Hotels. Similarly, the cost of up to [-] dollars a night is another threshold for Continental Hotels.

Four hundred dollars, but equivalent to a week's salary of an ordinary New York Police Department police officer.

This guy is rich?

Thinking so, George looked at Kirk's clothes and nodded.

Ok.

Should be very rich.

While speaking, Detective Beckett, who confirmed the authenticity of the transfer order and Kirk's identity with the console, put down the walkie-talkie and looked at George.

"Confirmed."

"Ah."

George hummed, looked back at Kirk, pointed to the female police detective who had just spoken, and introduced a Mexican police officer and an Irish police officer next to him: "Detective Kate Beckett, Detective Beckett is in charge of the second team, these two are her team members, Esposito and Ryan, let's get to know each other."

Esposito and Ryan, holding guns in their arms, smiled and nodded to Kirk, as a greeting.

Kirk also smiled and nodded in return.

Detective Beckett stretched out his hand: "Hello, Detective Karen, such a young detective, but the number one in our 36th branch."

Kirk and Beckett shook hands and said with a smile, "It's just luck."

The reason why he wanted to mix into the 36th Bureau was because his intuition told him that what he was looking for might be inside. Naturally, the identity he chose for himself could not be too low.

So in this forged but guaranteed document, Kirk entered the Atlanta Police Academy at the age of 16. After graduation, he joined the Atlanta Typewriter Gang as an undercover agent. Half a month ago, after three years of undercover work, he succeeded in destroying the Typewriter Gang.

Later, Kirk relied on this credit to be promoted from an ordinary police officer to a police detective, and then in order to prevent retaliation by the gang, he was transferred to the New York Police Department after his promotion.

Such transfers are common.

The undercover officers of the New York Police Department can also choose to be promoted and go to work in other cities after the undercover is over. In this way, the police officers who have been undercover can be protected to the greatest extent from gang retaliation after the undercover is over.

After a little chat.

Everyone turned their attention to the current crime scene.

George looked at the tragic corpse of Dr. Connors not far away, looked at Kirk who was the first to arrive and said, "You were the first to arrive at the scene, what did you find?"

Kirk shook his head: "When I came up, the power was cut off, and I was trapped in the elevator for a while. After the backup power came online, when I rushed here, it was already like this."

Esposito, who was observing Dr. Connors' body, turned his head and said, "These wounds look like they were torn by wild beasts."

George nodded. He had noticed the injuries on the corpse when he came in, and it was precisely because of this that he believed what Kirk said just now.

After all, there is no way to fake a wound.

If Dr. Conners was shot to death, and if there is no witness to prove it to Kirk, George will not hesitate to put his suspicion on Kirk.

at the moment?

"What about the forensic doctor?"

"Isn't it here yet?"

"I've already arrived."

A discourse with British characteristics came from behind.

Beckett turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who came over with his toolbox and was dressed in a gentlemanly style. He smiled and said hello: "Henry."

Henry Morgan.

One of the forensic doctors in the medical examiner's office of the 36th branch of the New York Police Department is also a very famous pathologist.

As for the other two forensic doctors, they were two women. Because tonight was the women's night in the forensic office, the two female forensic doctors had already gone to the bar for a drink after get off work.

Henry put down his toolbox, took out rubber gloves from it, put it on, and looked at George and the others: "Sorry, my assistant is late."

The words just fell.

A female voice full of vitality followed closely behind.

"Dr. Morgan, obviously you finally forgot to take the toolbox, we are late, aren't you?"

As the female voice fell, a young girl in her 20s with blond hair and slim jeans walked in from outside, full of vitality.

Kirk looked at the person and raised his eyebrows.

Without him.

acquaintance.

Gwen Stacy.

……

(End of this chapter)