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Chapter 157 Violent Law Enforcement
Carrying the money and a list provided by Zerelli, Philip left the restaurant with his head held high, intending to immediately return to the police station to call his brothers to deal with those damn blacks.

As for that list...
“Pigeon, the list has been handed over to the police,” Zerelli said. “Philip is a notorious tyrant in Detroit. If you put him in charge, he will definitely not let those black people go. Not a single black bird will fly over his head.”

At this moment, Zerelli also left the restaurant and chatted with Luca in the car about his progress. His words did not cheer Luca up; his voice remained somewhat low.

"I hope he can get it back. My truckload of gasoline, plus the tanker truck, adds up to several million dollars. I've only been in Detroit for a short time, and I haven't even made any money yet, and I've already lost so much. Zerelli, the situation here is indeed too complicated."

“As long as the list you provide is accurate, Philip will definitely be able to give us an explanation.”

“That list was obtained by my driver after he was beaten up. He will never forget those black men who robbed people at gunpoint, even if he dies.”

Luca confidently emphasized over the phone, "I came to Detroit only to do business peacefully, but if anyone dares to touch my things, I will absolutely not let them get away with it!"

Zellelli heard the oppressive and murderous aura in Luca's voice and thought to himself, "Even I, a local, have a hard time getting the better of those black people, let alone you, an outsider."

After offering Luca a few words of comfort, Zerelli hung up the phone, closed his eyes, and fell into thought.

If the police can resolve the issue, that would be ideal, as it would avoid a shootout with the large and powerful Black gang.

Those black guys are arrogant when facing the Mafia, but they have to behave a little better when facing the police.

A car was parked on the street next to the police station.

Inside the car, Luca handed Lyon a miniature camera. "Are all the cameras installed?"

“Yes.” Lyon nodded. “They’ve all been loaded into the designated locations.”

"Take this too. Besides the fixed shots, shoot as much footage as possible. Remember to shoot it clearly and record the whole thing."

After a little editing and processing, a perfect news story is created.

Lyon took the equipment, puzzled, and asked, "Will that policeman named Philip act according to your instructions? What if he follows the rules?"

“Zerelli told him what to do, and in Philip’s eyes, black people are not even human, but just human-shaped beasts. He is more ruthless than anyone else when it comes to dealing with these dark beasts. If things don’t go well, we can create some chaos.”

Luca remained expressionless. "I believe these violent police officers, for their own safety, will do things that will leave the entire nation speechless."

Lyon understood.

As the two chatted, at the police station entrance, Philip led his patrol team, each member armed, in a large convoy of cars toward the East District.

A panel popped up in front of Luca's eyes.

[Philip: B]

[Police brutality: As a police officer, when you use excessive force, your combat effectiveness increases by 20%; your deterrent effect on criminals increases by 20%, and your chance of avoiding criminal punishment afterward decreases by 40%]

Looking at Philip's skills, Luca couldn't help but sneer. This guy's skills are quite suitable for the police. If David had had this skill when he was investigating the religious murder case, Luca believed that David could have become a violent cop.

The Detroit riots in the original storyline were not primarily caused by Philippe; they were carried out by other police officers, though their methods were no gentler than his.

There are too many police officers in the Detroit Police Department who don't like Black people, but Philip is the most extreme one.

In the original storyline, he was able to lock a group of innocent black people in a motel and torture them for up to an hour, even going so far as to kill black people to force others to confess.

They didn't treat Black people as human beings at all.

He later escaped legal punishment. The victim's family sued him and his teammates, but the court acquitted him.

This was merely a small glimpse into the riots.

Rioting Black people + violent police. Law and human rights are meaningless to both sides.

Detroit is now on the verge of exploding. This conflict cannot be resolved through negotiations. Only a strong "violent confrontation" can make these black people realize that the discrimination against their bloodline is not just due to congenital reasons.

Black people can break the rules, and naturally there will be law enforcement officers who will deal with them.

Martin Luther King Jr. gave these Black people a dream, but for many, that dream distorted reality.

Luca instructed, "Let's go, let's go and see."

East Side, a predominantly Black neighborhood.

The police car, without its lights on, was parked outside the community. Philip got out and pulled a double-barreled shotgun from under the seat.

With a click, the bolt was pulled back.

Philippe, the outlaw.

Philip grinned maliciously, "Brothers, your chance to make a fortune has arrived."

My colleague asked curiously, "Are you sure those car thieves are in here?"

The car theft case has been filed at the police station. It's such a big deal, involving such a huge amount of money, and it's even related to the Mafia. Although it's not clear why the Mafia doesn't handle it themselves and instead asks the police for help, the police station thinks it's a good thing.

Official intervention is better than a large-scale shootout between the two groups, with deafening gunfire and a large number of corpses left behind.

Philip scoffed, "Why don't we just go in and ask? The tanker truck was lost around here, and it's definitely related to those damn blacks."

My colleagues didn't ask any more questions.

Just as everyone was about to go inside, a gunshot rang out from inside the community.

The police officers exchanged glances. Well, catching a car thief was one thing, but there were also people illegally carrying guns inside. They might even stumble upon a shooting.
Following the sound of gunfire, the group advanced towards the apartment building entrance.

When the group of Black men at the door saw the police arrive, especially the infamous Philip, their eyes widened in terror. Some immediately ducked down, covering their heads, while others turned and ran, rushing into the apartment building.

Philip immediately rushed over and shot the man in the back!
At such close range, the shotgun's lethality far exceeded that of a handgun; the black man's back was a bloody mess, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground.

Philip looked around, then pulled a folding knife from his pocket, unfolded it, and tossed it next to the body. "This time I'm smarter! The criminal resisted the police with a weapon, I had no choice but to shoot! Die! Don't even think about prosecuting or investigating me again!"

The black man wasn't quite dead yet. Hearing this, he twitched his body and made choked noises, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Looking at the bloodstains on the floor, Philip judged that the man wouldn't live much longer. He didn't fire another shot, but instead continued to search the apartment with his shotgun.

Other police officers rushed in one after another and arrested and subdued all of the dozen or so black people inside.

"Police! Put your hands on your head!"

"Liege'er! Crouch down! Let me see your hands!"

"You bastard! Stop right there! If you run again, I'll shoot!"

Chaos erupted inside the apartment building as police officers punched and kicked, roughly dragging Black people into the lobby and forcing them to kneel in a row with their hands behind their heads.

Guns were pointed at the backs of these Black men's heads, and it looked just like a massacre execution scene.

Some police officers guarded the Black men, while others searched the various rooms and quickly found a large quantity of drugs and firearms.

By this point, these Black people were finished.

Drugs and guns—those two things are enough to punish these Black people.

Police also discovered a clue: "These guys are drug dealers from YBI, and it seems we raided one of their hideouts."

YBI, the drug cartel that likes to use children as delivery drivers.

Philip was stunned by the answer. He had come looking for a truck, but instead he had raided a drug dealer's hideout.

Holy crap! I've had the luckiest day ever!
That's even better than the previous achievement!
No wonder those mafia members are unwilling to take matters into their own hands; they must be mortal enemies, so they want to use the police to strike at their rivals.

Thinking of this, a cruel glint flashed in Philip's eyes. Why should he show mercy to these damned, drug-trafficking beasts who use children as a front?
Kill them and be done with it!
Killing drug dealers won't cause trouble for me.

Even if all these people surrendered and lost the ability to resist.
However, let's find out the truck's whereabouts first.

Philip, holding the butt of his gun, slammed it hard on the back of a black man's head and shouted, "Tell me! Where did you put that tanker truck? Where's the stolen gasoline?"

"I don't know!" The black man was dumbfounded. He had been honestly selling drugs, when had he ever stolen gasoline?

“I’ll remind you again, those tanker trucks heading to the West End have out-of-town license plates,” Philip said, suppressing his anger, and emphasized again, giving detailed descriptions of the tanker trucks.

The Black man became increasingly confused. "I really don't know! I swear, I've never robbed a tanker truck!"

boom!
Philip was shot dead.

next.

Philip roared, "If you don't want to die, tell me where the tanker truck is right now! It disappeared near your territory, don't fucking tell me you didn't know! I don't believe you!"

The second Black man was almost in tears. "I really didn't know. We just deal drugs. We never rob people."

Philip chuckled: "Just drug trafficking? Should I praise you for following the rules? For being law-abiding citizens?"

boom!
next.

Philip looked delighted.

The surrounding police officers couldn't bear to watch. These guys had already surrendered; there was no need to be so inhumane.
Unnoticed by everyone, a red-glowing camera quietly recorded everything in a corner of the ceiling.

Not far outside the community.

Luca could hear the shotgun fire from a great distance, and there was more than one.

The kill count kept popping up on the panel in front of him, and the system counted it as part of his score, because it was inextricably linked to his framing.

The robbers were from the "Black Killer" gang and had nothing to do with YBI.

Philip's violent interrogation yielded no answers; even when black people were forced to confess under torture, they still couldn't say where the tanker truck was.

An hour later.

Luca saw Philip grab the remaining group of surviving Black people, leave the apartment, and swagger away from the scene. Much later, police arrived again to fabricate evidence.

This will be a highly embellished and glorified achievement, and Philip will become a drug enforcement hero.

The premise is that Luca will not release these videos of police brutality.

You secretly assisted the Detroit police in dismantling a drug cartel's hideout, killing/arresting 15 drug dealers. You upheld the peace of Detroit.

[Gain Skill Points x10]

[Gained 5 Skill Fragments]

Turning off the panel, Luca said calmly, "If the Black people of Detroit saw the police treating their fellow citizens like this, I wonder what they would think. Is there no law? Is there no justice? Don't drug dealers have human rights?"

Black people will undoubtedly be furious and demand that the courts and the judicial system severely punish the police officers who used excessive force.

The federal laws and judicial rulings will only make these Black people even angrier.

Luca said to Lyon, "Let's go to the truck drivers' union."

The incident stemmed from an oil tanker truck.

At that time, these Black people's anger will not only be directed at the police, but also at the unions.

Luca's gaze was calm as he asked Hoffa, "Can you handle the wrath of the Black community?"
(End of this chapter)