One Hundred and Thirty-One Chapters Settle Down, Clichés, Someone Grabs a Job

The two showed their documents, temporarily deposited their belongings at the front desk of the NYPD headquarters, and then inquired about the office location of the Organized Crime Control Bureau, and the two went there.

After running for dozens of minutes in the largest local police agency in the United States, Elsa and Luke finally found the docking officer this time, a team leader of the Organised Crime Control Bureau, Belitt Joel.

This Belitt's police rank is only a sheriff, just one level higher than Luke.

The Los Angeles West District Police Department attaches great importance to this case, because a popular star in the jurisdiction has died, and the impact is easy to spread.

For the New York Police Department, Sergey Mazanov is just one of the countless black gangs in New York, with the most powerful third-rate, no big deal at all.

Bellett was sent to take over the case because Sergey was among the gang he was targeting.

Facing the two Los Angeles counterparts, his face was not very good.

To use Elsa's words when she had dinner with Luke at night, it was like a slap in the face. Obviously, this Bellett was not happy that the two of Luke came over to meddle in his case.

Looking at the slightly bulging armpits of the two, Bellett just said coldly: "I want to remind the two of you that you have no law enforcement power here. It's best not to use your guns, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

Elsa's expression was the same as usual. She was considered an old fritter. It was not the first time she had come out to handle a case, and she had long been used to various expressions.

Luke didn't care either.

Without the right to enforce the law, at most it is impossible to take the initiative to use a gun.

When it really came to a critical moment, could he just stand stupidly? As long as the other party holds a gun at him, he also has the right to resist as an ordinary citizen.

Then the two were sent away, but Elsa asked, "Excuse me, when will the action start?"

Bellett frowned: "Secret operations, no comment."

Elsa didn't take his cue: "Excuse me, are you trying to solve the case alone?"

Bellett choked.

If he dares to say yes, he will definitely fall into the trap.

The Los Angeles West District Police Department sent Luke and the two over to jointly handle the case, which paid a price.

The exact price is unknown, but if Bellett dares to completely exclude Luke from the case, he will be out of luck.

Bellett was silent for a moment before saying, "You can find an empty desk here, and I will notify you if there is any situation."

Elsa nodded.

She just needs to be sure that Belit won't be stupid, just throw the two away and catch Sergey himself.

The two were about to leave, and Belitt added: "The arrest operation will take at least three to five days to plan, and you can rest for a few days."

The two nodded, indicating that they understood, and then went out in the hall outside and found an empty desk to sit down.

Elsa looked at Luke: "How do you feel? Will you be angry?"

Luke shook his head: "Instead of them going to our place, it's the same treatment, there's nothing to be angry about."

Elsa smiled and nodded: "Yes, come out to do business, that's it. Anyway, we don't care about this case, just wait with peace of mind."

Luke shrugged and rolled his eyes: "I'll find a place to stay first, and take your luggage there by the way."

Elsa certainly agrees.

If it was replaced by other newcomers, they must have done these things, but Luke's performance on the plane surprised her, so she didn't say a word.

Now that Luke offered to propose, of course she would not object.

Luke came out, took the luggage of the two, and then found the black female driver Bell's phone number and called: "Hello, Bell? I'm the Luke who was in your car just now. Yes, I want to find a family. A cheap and comfortable hotel for a few days, close to the NYPD headquarters, do you have any good suggestions? Oh, okay. As long as it suits, I'm willing to tip you a hundred dollars in addition to the fare."

Soon, that Bell came over.

Apparently, she's nearby.

Greeted Luke warmly, and Luke got into the co-pilot, which is not a treatment for ordinary people, and the taxi driver is also afraid of being robbed.

He gave her a high-five with a smile: "Hey, you really are a racing driver, why did you come here so soon."

Bell is happy.

Generally speaking, white people don't have a good attitude towards her black female driver.

Luke is a young man with a barely handsome appearance and a very gentle and lovable attitude. Bell finds him very pleasing to the eye.

Along the way, Luke started chatting with Bell.

Bell is really a local snake. In her own words, she is very familiar with basically everywhere in the New York City area.

It's just that the most familiar ones are Brooklyn and Queens, and Manhattan is slightly worse.

Luke understood.

The Brooklyn area she is familiar with is a black area, and Queens is not much better, not to mention Manhattan. In a place with a group of rich people, there are definitely not many people who call her this taxi, and it is rare that she will deliver it before ordering. The cheap takeaway.

Luke had a small abacus in his heart, and he was chatting with Bell at the moment, so he turned the topic to the dealer.

Bell is obviously an outlier among black people. She is diligent and conscientious. Her only hobby that is a little illegal is drag racing, but compared with traffickers and violent crimes, it is undoubtedly only a pediatrician.

The black man's speech was fast, but he didn't have much scheming, and he spat out a lot of news about the dealers.

Luke almost couldn't remember it.

How many of these are there? Twenty-seven or thirty-one dealer gangs?

It's just a gang of dealers in Brooklyn, Bell hasn't had time to talk about Queens.

Luke sighed in his heart: Sure enough, the city is big and there are many fat sheep.

Suddenly, his ears moved.

"In recent years, it is said that some people are dealing with them specially, killing a lot of traffickers, although not those big gangs, but many small gangs of more than ten people heard that they were killed overnight." Bell's face was full of excitement.

Luke snorted: "Aren't you angry?" The gang in Brooklyn must have the most African Americans.

The percentage of non-criminal African-Americans in Brooklyn is a bit low. Is it really okay for Bell to talk about such a thing with such glee?

Bell glared at him dissatisfied: "Hey! You have to be clear, those are all scumbags who do all kinds of evil. Besides, there are also many Eastern European gangs and Hispanic gangs who have been killed. Anyway, as long as they sell illegal drugs, they have been killed. . This group of people doesn't care what race the traffickers are."

Luke raised his hand to apologize: "I'm sorry, it's my fault." But he became curious, who would dare to do this? Actually bloodbathed the gang of traffickers, more than once?

Bell snorted twice at his apology, and added an insider message: "I heard that this group of people may also be traffickers, because they eat black. Every time they swept away the goods and money of those gangs. "

Luke was thoughtful, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: This... why is it a bit like the idea I came up with?

He had long thought of looting the dealer gang.

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