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Chapter 223 This is the Police

Luca watched Giselle walk into Harris's informant's room silently, only turning his gaze away after her slender figure disappeared from sight.

"Wait a moment before you go."

Luca gave Brian instructions, then took out his phone and called Milano of the Delana family to inquire about the Los Angeles drug lords.

Los Angeles has a lot of drug dealers, including the Cripples, the Bloods, and Mexican gangs, and the types of drugs are also very diverse. The drug trafficking routes are even more "diverse". Since Los Angeles is not far from the Mexican border, Mexico is undoubtedly one of the main channels for drug supply.

In addition, Los Angeles is a port city, and a significant amount of drugs are imported via sea.

But no matter which drug dealers are dumping drugs down there, Los Angeles definitely has one major upstream supplier.

“Braga,” Milano gave a name. “This guy is a Mexican drug lord. He smuggles in almost half of the drugs in Los Angeles. Gangs like the Cripples and Bloods get their drugs from Braga and sell them on the streets. He’s very careful with his drug dealing. He lets his henchmen do everything and never shows his face. So far, very few people know what Braga is really like.”

Luca scoffed at the nonsense, because the person "Bragga" didn't exist at all; he was a fictional character.

That so-called deputy is actually the biggest villain.

In the original Fast & Furious storyline, the second-in-command created the character Braga, deceiving everyone, including the FBI and the police. The authorities kept investigating Braga but couldn't find him. Meanwhile, the second-in-command used this identity as a cover to flaunt his identity.

Giselle was one of Braga's men.

"Pigeon, why are you asking about this? Are you getting involved in the drug business?" Milano was very curious. Didn't they say that Pigeon wasn't dealing drugs anymore?

In any case, the Mafia has virtually no say in the Los Angeles drug market.

The Delanar family had long since abandoned this business.

Luca casually remarked, "Let me find out. I also have some goods to smuggle into Mexico. I want to find out how these people transport them."

“I don’t know either.” Milano shook his head. “The US government is very strict on the other side of the border mountains. There’s absolutely no chance to smuggle drugs. God knows how these Mexicans managed to get the drugs in.”

It's simple. They just dug through the mountain range, allowing elite drivers to quickly traverse it and evade border patrol searches by exploiting GPS blind spots.

That's how the drugs were smuggled in the original story, and Toretto and Brian were "lucky" enough to participate.

Luca thought to himself that he was right to bring the blond guy along; no matter what the situation, the guy could get involved.

After hanging up the phone, Luca looked at the house again.

The reason Giselle came here is quite simple: Harris, the informant of this corrupt cop, is a drug lord, and it seems that this drug lord also gets his drugs from Braga.
I still need to go out and explore Los Angeles more often. There are rare cards everywhere here. You might just get one if someone throws a pie down from the sky.

Luca closed his eyes, silently contemplating his plan.
What's the easiest and most effortless way to take down this drug lord, Braga?
Direct assassination? Kill one "Bragga," and a new "Bragga" will soon appear. The name is just a facade; beneath it could be Gisele's boss or any other Mexican drug lord.

The drug market in Los Angeles is even larger than in New York. In some areas, the air is filled with the smell of drugs. As long as the market exists, drug lords can never be completely eradicated. For example, in New York, which has undergone a drug war, the situation has improved a lot, but new drug lords have emerged, such as the Triads.

Luca could only try his best to use his status as an anti-drug ambassador to "help" these cities.

If we're going to do it, let's go all the way and cut off Braga's drug trafficking route.

This is something that a gang leader like him cannot do alone, nor is it convenient. It requires official intervention, and only the authorities can block and suppress the drug trafficking tunnels in the mountains along the border.

With this in mind, Luca's plan took shape, and images of rare cards from both the mafia and the government flashed through his mind.
“Brian,” Luca asked, “who’s faster, you or Toreto?”

"Of course it's me."

"Tell the truth."

"They're about even, to say the least. Toreto drives rather aggressively, his car jerks off the road as soon as he starts, and there's almost always an accident in any race he participates in."

Brian looked a little embarrassed. Although he didn't want to admit it, Toretto's driving skills were indeed amazing.

"Let's have another race between the two of you in the speed competition."

Luca laughed and said he had a feeling that quite a few rare cards would appear at this speed race.
However, for now, let's help the rookie police officer get through his first day of training.

This should also be the last day.

Jack and Harris left the informant's room together.

"Who was that woman just now?" Jack recalled Gisele's devilish figure, which was hard not to remember.

“Never mind that. We’re responsible for the informant. The informant is the one who’s accountable to those drug dealers.” Harris shook his head. He wasn’t very familiar with the woman either, but he figured she was probably involved with drugs.

Harris didn't want to worry about how the drug dealers sold drugs; he just needed to collect money from them.

Today's trip is just to confirm that the informant is still there. After preparing, we can ask the other party to "withdraw money".

Next, Harris took Jack for a walk around the city, dealt with a few clueless street drug dealers, and then took Jack to the Jungle Gang's hideout.

This gang has some connection to "MS13," which is a large criminal organization composed of Central Americans, such as Colombians.

There are all kinds of birds in the forests of Los Angeles.

In the afternoon, Harris took Jack to meet a group of police officers, and even took Jack to meet his lover, having sex with her during work hours in front of Jack.

This is a typical day for a narcotics officer.

Jack stood awkwardly in the living room, watching TV with the woman's son.

The commander must trust me a lot, since he's taken me to meet so many people and to so many places. There shouldn't be any problems with this training day assessment.

Just as he was lost in thought, Hay Harris, having finished, came out of the bedroom and called to Jack, "Let's go, rookie, we have a mission."

The car returned to the informant's house. Previously, only Harris and Jack had come, but this time Harris had brought along some of his other subordinates.

A group of people, armed with guns and weapons, and even carrying tools such as hoes, marched in a grand procession toward their destination.

Jack was initially quite happy that he could catch a drug dealer on the first day of training, but he never expected that Harris would target the informant he had introduced him to before.

Isn't he Harris's friend? Isn't he an informant? Why arrest him?

Jack couldn't understand it. At that moment, he was holding a gun and aiming at the informant along with the other team members, while Harris sat calmly on the sofa next to him.

"Today I had dinner with my superiors, and they told you to obediently pay a protection fee."

Harris's words surprised Jack greatly. Protection money?
Narcotics police officers extorting protection money from drug dealers?
Jack, who had never seen anything like this before, felt it was absurd. Even if this drug dealer had become a police informant, it was still unreasonable for him to collect protection money.

The informant scoffed, "Haven't I paid enough? Are they trying to squeeze me dry?"

"It's not that serious, it's just that you have to pay some taxes. In this country, you have to pay taxes on everything you sell, including drugs."

Harris quipped, "You know these officers need money. They want yachts, mistresses, and mansions. There's nothing I can do about it. I'm just a nobody. I'm forced into this situation."

"Then what do I get?"

“I’ll protect you,” Harris laughed. “You’ll be fine, I won’t let you go to jail, and you can even continue dealing drugs in the future, making a little money. Everyone’s happy.”

Jack was completely bewildered. What the hell was going on?
To protect sheep, one must be allied with wolves. But now Jack discovers that his superior is a purebred wolf who has no intention of protecting sheep; he only wants to devour all the disobedient wolves and sheep.

Jack suddenly regretted his decision to become a narcotics officer.

This isn't the kind of narcotics police I want, and police officers shouldn't act like this.

At this moment, the informant didn't want to give him the money, so Harris had to do it himself; those hoes were for this purpose. He called Jack and the other policemen to the kitchen, where they retrieved the box buried under the floorboards—he already knew the informant had hidden the money there; wasn't this what he was after when he frequently visited people's homes and acted as a friend?
The total ransom was $4 million. Harris took $1 million for himself, divided some with his brothers, and handed the rest over to the police department. In the end, the police department leaders would "happily accept" the money.

Take down a drug lord, and you'll have credit, money, and everything else.

Happy to everyone!

But Jack wasn't happy. When Harris threw the money at him, he immediately refused, saying, "I can't take this money."

"Take this. Buy your wife a car, send your kids to college. Trust me, you'll thank me for participating in this mission today. This money will make your life much better."

"No, I only receive my salary from the police station."

The corrupt police officers were all stunned. What kind of nonsense was this kid spouting?

If you only take a salary, what can you do with that little money?

Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted at the scene of the loot distribution.

"What can you do with that little bit of salary?"

"This guy's just pretending to be serious," one policeman scoffed.

Harris's gaze immediately turned hostile.

To be honest, after learning that Jack and Luca had some connection, he didn't want to make things too difficult for the newcomer. He was even willing to share his earnings with him and train him as one of his own, but the kid just wouldn't listen.

You've been hanging out with a mob boss like Luca, and now you're telling me you don't take money?
Are you a clown sent by the monkeys? Which side are you on anyway?
If this kid refuses to submit and remains chaste, then Harris will have to reconsider his attitude towards Jack.

Don't think that just because you're connected to Luca, I won't dare to mess with you.

Harris then proceeded with the second plan. He led Jack to the living room, pointed at the informant, and said, "Kill him."

"You want me to kill him? Are you serious?" Jack didn't understand. The money had already been dug up, couldn't they just bring the informant back? Why did they have to kill him?
Of course he wouldn't do it.

Seeing this, the disappointment in Harris's eyes deepened.

You're hopeless; you don't cherish the opportunity I give you.

boom!
Harris was too lazy to explain anymore. He shot and killed the informant, and then began to stage a crime scene—police raided the drug den, drug dealers resisted with guns, and the police had to kill people in self-defense.

To make the scene more realistic, Harris even put a pistol in the corpse's hand and pretended to fire two shots at his brother, hitting the bulletproof vest.

As for the police officer who shot and killed the informant after the forgery was fabricated, that became Jack.

The other police officers colluded and issued statements claiming that Jack had killed the informant.

Faced with this result, Jack's gaze towards Harris became incredibly complicated. "It wasn't me, it was you!"

"Since you are not satisfied with my case closure report..."

Harris laughed and threatened, "A LAPD narcotics officer tragically died in the line of duty today. A police spokesperson said he left behind a wife and young daughter. Are you satisfied with that?"

Jack felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body chilled to the bone.

This anti-drug squad is absolutely disgusting!

(End of this chapter)