The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 49: Gangster Capital
"This face and this hairstyle clearly show that he is a Korean."

Thinking of this, Eric took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the screen, then turned off the police computer and got out of the car.

He looked at the rookie Annie who was still busy with Lucy and said loudly.

"Rookie! We should go!"

He always had a hunch that if he caught this guy who looked like a Korean, the system would most likely trigger a reward task.

After he responded to the dispatch center, he was considered to have taken over the police case.

No, when he thought of this, the reward task had already been triggered.

[Trigger Task]
[Resolving unfinished police incidents]
[Completion Reward: +0.5]
[]
Eric raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He was lucky today. It seemed that his luck had been good since he came back from vacation. After only being on duty for two or three days, he triggered two reward tasks.

According to the previous probability, this is unique.

Seeing Annie hearing his shout, running over and subconsciously walking towards the driver's seat, Eric stopped her and walked towards the driver's seat.

"You'll be in the passenger seat this time."

Annie was stunned for a moment but nodded, and could only walk around the front of the car towards the passenger seat.

Annie got in and fastened her seat belt. Seeing Eric's lazy look disappear in an instant, she subconsciously grabbed the armrest next to the car door.

"What do you want to do?" she asked.

"Of course we have to complete the mission and catch that guy." Eric said calmly and stepped on the accelerator.

The Explorer patrol car roared, attracting the attention of everyone present. It leaped forward and sped away, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

"Speed ​​up to at least 100 miles per hour." Alva appeared behind his rescue vehicle, looked at Darren lying there, and said to him with a glance.

"What does he want to do?"

Darren said, "Who knows? I just hope he doesn't make a big deal out of it, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

His tone was a little worried. After all, anyone involved in fentanyl would definitely not be just one person, but definitely a very dangerous group.

Only groups have access to fentanyl, otherwise they will just be on the side of the road and be killed by others.

Because the interests involved in fentanyl are too huge! Once it appears on the streets, it will inevitably impact the market occupied by traditional dupin!
Alva closed a car door and said, "If you're so worried about Eric, why don't you worry about yourself first."

Hearing this, Darren laughed and said, "That's right."

An Explorer patrol car quickly overtook the car and drove towards a certain location.

Annie grabbed the handrail and looked at Eric who was controlling the car. She felt a little nervous. She always felt that this was a kind of calm before the storm.

This was not only because of Eric's calm expression, but also because of the changes in the surrounding environment.

Starting from the quiet and peaceful Pere Park, the surrounding environment changed so quickly that her body felt as if it had moved to another place in the next second.

When the patrol car turned onto Holt Avenue, which she had seen, the greenery of the park in the rearview mirror had long since disappeared behind the skyline, replaced by what looked like an old neighborhood.

Graffiti on the convenience store gate.

Abandoned telephone booth on the street corner.

The streets were littered with all kinds of messy garbage, and unkempt passers-by were passing by. In the alley, several homeless people wrapped in blankets were curled up in sleeping bags.

All the doors and windows of the townhouse were closed, exuding an eerie calm.

When Annie's tense perspective reached its limit, a voice suddenly sounded in the car, but it was not the voice of the dispatch center.

"10-A-3 to 10-A-11, Eric, what do you want to do? Do you need backup?"

Annie's heart moved, and she looked at the map on the center console, and suddenly found that icons of related patrol units appeared around the icon of their police car.

And these icons are approaching here intentionally or unintentionally.

"This..." Annie subconsciously looked at Eric who was controlling the car, only to see that he had already picked up the walkie-talkie.

"No, Will, just keep watch around here."

"OK! Call us if you need anything!"

Eric calmly put down the intercom and looked at Annie, who was tense. "Nervous?"

Annie nodded and shook her head.

"A little! Just a little!"

"It's okay to be nervous. The nervousness now can make you more vigilant, although you will be very tired afterwards." Eric said.

"This is the core area of ​​the West Coast Wolf Clan's actual territory, and this block is only one street away from the street I took you to before."

Annie instantly remembered the Latinos she had met before.

"Don't worry, I'm here. No matter what happens, I can get you out." Eric just said this soothingly and stopped talking. He just stared at some Latino guys gathered on the side of the road and drove past them under their wary and fierce eyes.

There are so many gangs operating in Los Angeles, like a swarm of fish crossing the river, and they are dazzling.

Like the more famous and most brutal MS13, the largest and most violent Crips, Crips, and the Culver City Boys 13, who have committed too many bloody incidents and are under close surveillance by the Los Angeles Police Department and are prohibited from operating within specific boundaries.

These famous gangs only occupy a corner of the entire city of Los Angeles.

The rest are divided among gangs of all sizes and shapes and hundreds of thousands of gang members.

If we use various colors to represent the areas where gangs operate, then the entire city of Los Angeles is a place where a hundred schools of thought contend and everything competes, filled with various colors.

A veritable gangster capital.

As for why this is so, it's because as long as you successfully occupy a block or a dilapidated apartment building or a street corner, you are considered a gangster.

Therefore, in unknown corners, gang disputes of all sizes have never stopped.

The West Coast Wolf Pack previously operated mainly in the South Beach area, and most of its members came from low-income groups and broken families.

However, they rose in just two years, starting from the beach area, swallowing up many of their rivals' territories, and directly controlling an entire three-block area. This force is quite large, and they have competed with the well-known gangs mentioned above.

But relatively speaking, the West Coast Wolf Clan is more law-abiding than these brutal gangs, so even if its territory is close to a peaceful area, it will not be privately alerted or warned by the police.

"Leave everything to me."

Eric looked silently at the street ahead, where iron mesh was used as a barrier and partition wall, and outside was a row of large auto repair shops and used car dealerships with large open spaces of sand and gravel. He spoke calmly.

"it is good!"

Annie took a deep breath to relax her tense body. She saw some Latino guys walking out of the street ahead. These guys were standing on the street, staring at them.

Eric slowed down and prepared to park the car in front of the group of six Latino guys.

But before he could stop, a young man in his twenties with his upper body naked and tattoos came out from among the five Latino guys.

He used his right hand to pull open the hem of his clothes to reveal the pistol tucked into his waistband, and spoke in a deep voice to the police car.

"Cops! You're not welcome here! Get out of here!"

As he was cursing, Eric just stopped the car, put one hand on the window, and looked over expressionlessly.

When the Latino guy who spoke saw Eric in the car, his face changed drastically. He quietly adjusted the hem of his clothes to hide the pistol inside.

"Zachary, is your boss here?"

Zachary, who had just heard that the police were coming, looked at Eric and didn't dare to look him in the eye or curse. He lowered his head and cursed in a low voice.

"Fuck!"

After temporarily expressing that he had absolutely no intention of being afraid, he looked up at Eric.

"What are you doing here?"

"Call your boss over! I don't want to say it again." Eric said calmly.

"Fuck!" Zachary lowered his head and cursed in a low voice again. Then, after looking into Eric's calm eyes for a second or two, he turned around and nodded to a younger brother.

"Tell the boss that the annoying cops are here again!"

(End of this chapter)