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Chapter 75 Conflict with the FBI (Second Update, Please Subscribe!)

Jesse climbed up the path to the highway, and a few minutes later, he came back grinning.

He was followed by more than a dozen people.

Captain Hansen, dressed in uniform, and a man Russell didn't recognize walked at the front of the group. The man was wearing a smart navy blue suit, his black hair was combed back, and he had a serious expression.

Before Captain Hansen could introduce them, the slick-haired man's gaze bypassed Russell and fell on the number one corpse lying on the ground.

His expression immediately turned serious.

"Russell, this is Casey Mannion, the Special Agent Supervisor of the FBI's Manhattan Field Office," Captain Hansen said. "Supervisor Mannion, this is Dr. Russell, the medical examiner for the New York Medical Examiner's Office."

"Um."

The detective supervisor, Mannion, nodded to Russell as a greeting.

None of the dozen or so FBI agents he brought were in uniform, but none of them dressed as flamboyantly as Mannion.

Diaz was mingling in a group of people when Jesse grinned slyly and tried to get closer to him, but Diaz dodged him with a look of disgust.

"How did it go?" Captain Hansen walked over to Russell and patted him on the shoulder.

Mannion was already squatting next to the corpse, frowning as if observing something.

"Not bad." Russell shrugged. "Thanks to Jesse for helping me find where the criminal gang hid the body, otherwise the few of us really wouldn't have been able to fish it out of the garbage dump—"

Jesse stood proudly, his chest covered in trash and debris.

"Well done." Captain Hansen nodded. "I thought you'd need a few more days to find evidence of their crimes—this time it's a joint operation between the FBI's Manhattan and Albany enforcement offices, and the Albany agents have already gone to arrest the hearse driver—"

"Inspector Hansen, do not disclose details of our case to unrelated persons." Mannion, who was squatting on the ground, turned around and said sternly.

Captain Hansen awkwardly shut up.

The atmosphere instantly turned cold, and the only sound could be the sound of Kawhi Leonard scratching his ear with his hind leg crossed over.

Russell laughed. "You're absolutely right, Jesse. The FBI is indeed a bit arrogant—Chief Mannion, if I remember correctly, theoretically, the FBI shouldn't be involved yet, right? Is there any clear evidence that this is a transstate kidnapping and murder case?"

"If not, I suggest you all leave for now. After I and the NYPD agents confirm the evidence, we can then go through the process of letting you take over. That would be more appropriate."

In the United States, the FBI does not have unlimited power and responsibility.

Federal law defines the scope of their investigations. Apart from serious crimes such as terrorist attacks that violate federal law, the FBI can only fully investigate cases such as interstate kidnapping and murder, transnational human trafficking, and the murder of federal agents or staff.

If both the perpetrator and the victim are New York State residents, and the incident occurs on New York State soil, then the FBI can only provide assistance, not lead the investigation.

"you""

Mannion paused for a moment.

He slowly stood up, his arrogant demeanor vanished, and stared intently at Russell.

Russell was right. The only victim whose case has been clearly investigated so far, Rachel, is from New York State, while Jennifer, although from Philadelphia, did not die from kidnapping and murder.

Currently, it does not meet the criteria for an FBI-led investigation.

Theoretically speaking, it is highly unlikely that such a series of major cases would not involve interstate kidnapping.

In addition, Russell wanted to send the two surviving murderers to the execution chamber through a federal court trial, which is why he had Captain Hansen call the FBI in advance.

However, this does not mean that the FBI's investigation is legally justified.

"So now you're the ones who are irrelevant, Manager Mannion." Russell walked up to Mannion and met his gaze without flinching.

"The NYPD still holds the reins of the case. You can choose to assist or leave; that's your right. But if we find evidence of interstate kidnapping, you will return to take over the case."

Mannion was also torn.

He had overheard Captain Hansen's brief description of the case on the way, and based on his experience, he knew this case was no small matter.

How could a forensic pathologist who has worked in Ulster County for decades possibly commit only one or two organ trafficking cases if given the opportunity?

If this major case can be successfully solved, it will obviously only benefit Mannion's career.

Moreover, the core members of the criminal gang have been largely identified, and even the methods the killers used to handle evidence have been uncovered. All the FBI needs to do is secure the evidence and identify the victims.

Compared to other major interstate cases, this case was as simple as feeding someone.

The FBI's Albany enforcement office is also watching closely —

Mannion had no intention of giving up this easy prize.

He took a deep breath and decided to swallow his anger for the time being.

"I apologize, Dr. Russell. I was a bit hasty just now—Inspector Hansen, please forgive my words and actions. Do you believe the killer hid all the replaced bodies in this area?"

Mannion, ever the opportunist, skillfully changed the subject, pointing to the pile of trash behind him that Jesse had already partially tamped and asking a question.

Seeing Mannion slide to his knees at lightning speed, Russell didn't dwell on it any longer, since the case would eventually be handed over to the FBI anyway.

Rather than falling into the hands of the Albany field office, which oversees the county, it's better to take this opportunity to make an appearance at the Manhattan field office.

"Yes, Director Mannion." Russell nodded. "You may proceed with the search. I will be in charge of organizing the bones you find."

"Okay." Mannion glanced at his watch. "Our anthropologists and forensic experts may not arrive until evening. I'll leave the initial handling of the body disposal scene to you, Dr. Russell."

Mannion waved to the dozen or so burly men.

They frowned, jumped into the colorful pile of garbage, and started digging inside.

"Be careful not to crush the bones. Search from the edge towards the center, inch by inch, don't miss a single spot!"

Russell also offered a few words of advice from the side.

Captain Hansen laughed and put his arm around Russell's shoulder: "Go warm up in the car for a bit. I brought you some food; you must be starving!"

"Impressive." Jesse gave Russell a thumbs up and whispered, "This is the first time I've seen the FBI get such a run-in—what if they actually turned around and left?"

"Then let's hand the case over to the Albany precinct," Aina said, walking over as well. She clearly knew how Russell had Mannion under his thumb. "If they don't take this case, plenty of others will—isn't that right, Russell?"

"clever."

Russell and Aina smiled at each other.

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