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Chapter 225 Old Pigeon's Weakness

The next day.

Jack, who failed the training day assessment, returned to the police station and reported to his old superior.

"Being a narcotics police officer must be tough, right?"

Looking into Jack's eyes, the light seemed to have dimmed. He sighed, "You must have heard about Harris's death. This is what narcotics officers are like, the police force with the highest mortality rate. If you back down now, no one will laugh at your choice. Many people can't even be good patrol officers, but you have a real talent for this."

"How did Harris die?" Jack's face was expressionless. The shock he felt when he heard the news last night had mostly subsided by today.

"Died in the line of duty".

The boss knew all about the inside story regarding the Russians, but he didn't want to say more. "The anti-narcotics team will release a statement tonight; you can keep an eye out for the details."

The phrase "died in the line of duty" should have been used to describe him. But Jack knew it wasn't that simple. Harris was too deeply entangled with the mob, and the one who did this must have been a gangster.

Jack felt that this was the consequence of breaking the rules; there would always be someone stronger and more unruly to deal with people like Harris.

"Go back to the team first. If you want to rest for a day or two, that's fine. You can come back to work afterwards," the superior instructed.

He quite liked Jack; he was a capable young man, and the police department needed a young man with his own edge to use his law enforcement powers to do things that would protect the reputation of the police.

"No need to rest."

However, Jack handed over an application, "Sir, I want to be transferred to the Major Crimes Unit."

boss:"."

No, what exactly are you trying to do? Hasn't Harris's death served as a wake-up call for you?

"Jack, can you tell me why?" The boss took the application, placed it on the table, and didn't open it.

“I’ve recently learned some rules,” Jack said calmly. “I’d like to try my luck in the Major Crimes Unit.”

The boss looked puzzled and opened the application form in his hand.

The detective from the Major Crimes Unit who applied for a transfer was none other than Vincent.

Vincent
That renowned detective from the Major Crimes Unit, who solved numerous bizarre cases.

But people prefer to call him a workaholic.

The fact that Vincent had ruined several marriages because of his work had spread throughout the police department—at least one person had attended Vincent's weddings more than once.

Compared to Harris, Vincent's work attitude is obviously much better, but can Jack handle the high-pressure work environment under Vincent's command?
Auto repair shop.

The Triad members were quite straightforward; they delivered the two modified cars before the race, fulfilling Luca's request, fearing that Luca would make things difficult for them.

After getting the car, Luca came to the store in person to check on it and then talked to Brian about information regarding the biker gang.

“They’ve been in the shop the whole time, busy repairing and modifying cars. I haven’t seen them go out to rob anyone.” Brian was a little puzzled. “Are they really the culprits in the truck robbery?”

That must be it. Even if they didn't steal the gasoline, they must have stolen something else. Luca stood outside the auto repair shop, glancing inside intentionally or unintentionally. "Be patient, Brian. Isn't dealing with these biker gangs your forte? They'll slip up sooner or later."

Brian nodded. This was indeed not difficult for him; the car was a good topic of conversation.

He went on to say what he had learned: "The Speed ​​Race starts in three days. Dom and his team will be going to the race, as will Johnny from the Triads. They're old rivals, and they're bound to have a showdown. I've also inquired about some other well-known underground racers."

Brian rattled off a bunch of names, but Luca didn't recognize any of them. Even for rare cards, you can't get the stats just by looking at the name.

The skills of these drivers are always the same, inseparable from the cars. Almost everyone in the biker gang has essential driving skills, unless they are people with extraordinary abilities like Brian and Dom, who may have some skills unrelated to cars.

Alternatively, when Dom has the opportunity to come into contact with international criminals, he should be able to encounter some interesting rare cards.

But Luca wasn't sure if that day would come; his intervention had already caused the plot to deviate significantly from its intended course.
At that moment, Luca noticed a pair of eyes staring at them. He glanced over out of the corner of his eye and saw Mia turn her head away rather awkwardly.

Oh, right, Mia.
"Brian, I heard you've been dating Mia lately?"

"This is all to gather intelligence. Dom is quite wary, so I can only start with his sister."

Luca smiled without saying a word. Could there really be some kind of fate in this world? He hadn't asked Brian to do this, but after the kid met Mia, they naturally ended up together.

Brian might be a bit of a womanizer, and he's good at flirting. In the original storyline, he didn't just try to seduce Mia. He had several undercover missions, including infiltrating Toretto's motorcycle team and also infiltrating a drug lord in Miami—along with his childhood friend.

Brian also had a good relationship with a beautiful woman on that drug lord's side.

Mia, in the original storyline, only dated Brian, but later became his wife and had children with him.

“Mia is a good girl,” Brian subconsciously defended. “I think she knew about it, but she probably didn’t participate much in Torretto’s actions.” As he spoke, Brian looked at Luca’s smiling face and his heart skipped a beat. “I’m not trying to explain anything for her, but if she was involved, I definitely wouldn’t let her off the hook.”

Given Lao Ge's methods, if it's confirmed that this group was responsible, their fate will likely be grim. They'll have to spit out everything they've swallowed, and being imprisoned would be the lightest outcome. In severe cases, they might even lose their lives.

Brian didn't really want to see Mia killed by the old pigeon.

Listening to Brian's slightly nervous explanation, Luca knew that the kid had fallen into his old habit again: empathizing with the "enemy" and being soft-hearted.

In other words, Torreto and his group are not considered true enemies, otherwise Luca would have to consider many more factors before taking action.

After seeing Luca off, Brian returned to the shop to continue tinkering with his brand-new green car.

"From now on, she will be my new friend."

"What did your boss say? Is he satisfied with the new car?" Mia asked as she walked over.

“He said it was alright,” Brian laughed. “My boss doesn’t really know much about cars, and he doesn’t know how to modify them. He just looks at the speed and sees who can go faster.”

"Don't know anything about cars?" Mia asked curiously. "How did you meet your boss?"

“That’s a long story,” Brian sighed, reflecting on his fate. “It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon when I went to New York to look for work.”

Brian started making up stories, while Toretto, seeing the blond-haired guy flirting with his sister again, even dimmed his bright bald head.

He pulled Brian aside. "I heard you have a date tonight?"

I've made plans to have dinner with Mia.

"If you dare to hurt her feelings, I'll break your neck!"

"I promise that nothing like that will happen!"

Brian felt ashamed; the pressure had really increased now, with Old Pigeon's mission on one side and Torreto's threat on the other.
Just as the blond-haired boy was thinking about how to resolve the situation, Toretto called out, "Come with me."

He led Brian to a garage and showed him a black modified car—it was Toretto's father's car.

Perhaps because Brian and his sister were so close, Toretto lowered his guard a bit and chatted with the blond-haired guy about some past events.

Torreto's father once drove this car in a high-speed race, but was hit by an opponent and went off the track. The car exploded and burned, and he died. Torreto, who witnessed his father's tragic death, could not let go of his hatred. He beat up the perpetrator and accidentally killed him, and was imprisoned for it.

"Now I'm living for the moment, nothing else matters. Only when the race car accelerates do I feel a sense of liberation."

Torreto's words deeply moved Brian; they reflected the other's true feelings and struck a chord with Brian.

He was also someone who held similar thoughts.

I'd rather die than race.

Brian was touched. He knew that he had gained more of Toretto's trust, and that his tactic of seducing Toretto's sister was indeed effective.

The two left the garage together.

As Brian walked out the door, he suddenly thought of Old Pigeon. Compared to before, his interactions with Old Pigeon seemed to have gone smoothly, and he had never opened up to Old Pigeon like Torreto had.

Because that was a weakness, Toretto revealed his weakness, but the old pigeon never spoke of it, nor did he ever expose his true weakness.
Brian thought to himself that perhaps a good leader is one who is powerful, invincible, and unpredictable.

He looked at Toreto beside him, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

To be fair, Brian thinks Toretto is a good guy, but why did he have to steal Old Pigeon's stuff?

He sighed softly, wondering what fate awaited this biker gang under Old Pigeon's command.
Three days later, the extreme speed race was officially held in the Mohabi Desert.

Around noon, Luca drove his brand-new GTR, carrying Matilda and One-Eyed El, to the competition venue.

Matilda has been having a blast in Los Angeles lately. Luca takes her around whenever he has free time, and they even went to Hollywood.

While Luca was busy, Al took her out to have even more fun, often going to the casinos in Las Vegas next door to gamble. No one knew how much they had won these days, but Luca knew that Matilda had an extra bank card, which Matilda said she wanted to use to buy Luca gifts.

Luca could only accept the little brat's kindness with a sense of relief.

At this moment, on the way to the racetrack, El suddenly brought up the Goddess of War, "Pigeon, the Black Mamba you've been longing for is also going to watch the Extreme Speed ​​Race."

Luca was about to reply when Matilda suddenly cast a hostile glance at him. "What Black Mamba, the one you've been longing for?"

(End of this chapter)