US police: outlaws

Chapter 132 A Mouse Falls into a Rice Jar

Lee Ethan also saw Kaia and her group members. Goodness, she didn't even tell him. Could it be that she was still holding a grudge about being forced to call him "brother" last time and still losing her composure in the end?

It's understandable, considering Kaiya's personality. Despite being eight months older than Lee Esen, she was ultimately forced to use that shameful nickname.

Lee Esen and his men sat near Kaiya and the others, while several people were already seated on the stage.

"Kaiya, who are they?"

"Can't you check it yourself?"

Evelyn continued.

"I know."

"You know?"

Lee Ethan looked at the policewoman in surprise; even he didn't recognize her.

Evelyn was angered by that look and immediately became sullen.

"Senior, what kind of look is that? I know all the high-ranking officers in the Los Angeles metropolitan area police force."

"Yes, yes, tell me who these people are."

Evelyn introduced them one by one; they were all high-ranking officials from the city police, county police, and even several surrounding counties.

The commander-in-chief this time was not their county police, but the deputy chief of police (deputy superintendent), Abel Baker.

Because he was in charge of the only Joint Terrorism Task Force (JTTF) in Los Angeles, with Austin Cole of the County Sheriff's Criminal Investigation Department as the deputy commander. As for the other county sheriffs, they could only get the position of assistant commander, after all, the two sides were too different in size.

After Evelyn finished her introduction, she suddenly commented in a low voice.

"These people are really fierce-looking; if you didn't know better, you'd think they were gangsters."

Li Yisen looked around. The elites were indeed more ferocious-looking, but could he say that? Didn't he see that the middle-aged men who heard this were already glaring angrily at their row?

Lee Esen pinched the guy's face.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

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""

Good grief, the men's eyes became even more ferocious.

"The assembly is over!" Abel Baker shouted.

"I will now give you an overview of the case. Please put your phones on silent. The Zhenxing Association has committed multiple crimes in the Los Angeles area. We will be conducting a thorough search. We will be divided into 20 teams, with 20 people in each team."

"Groups one and two are led by the head and deputy head of the joint counterterrorism task force, Group three is led by Laura Peterson, head of the county police homicide division, and Group four..."

""

When the countdown reached 20, Abel Baker looked at Lee Ethan.

"The team leader is Ethan Lee, the leader of the third homicide squad."

The police officers who knew Li Yisen were shocked. They knew that most of the team leaders in Group 20 were first or second-level police superintendents, with only a few being second-level police inspectors. Now, they had actually made a newcomer, who was comparable to a first-level police superintendent, a team leader. What kind of backdoor was this?

Abel Baker was certainly aware of everyone's reactions, but since Austin Cole had requested it, he gave him the courtesy.

"While the cases primarily occurred in Los Angeles County, Orange County, San Bernardino County, Riverside County, and Ventura County also saw cases."

No county can ignore this. I don't care what methods you use—find informants, contact local underworld forces, anything goes—I just need clues about the Revitalization Society. I refuse to believe they'll disappear without a trace.

"Group 1 is responsible for area A, Group 2 is responsible for area B... Group 20 is responsible for area T."

This remark sparked a flurry of discussion among the attendees, while Lee Ethan frowned upon hearing it. Area T was no good place; the Compton area, a systemically marginalized region in South Los Angeles, was one of the areas most severely affected by gangs.

One of the two most notorious African American gangs, the Bloods and the Tumors.

The Sick Gang originated here, while another rising star, the Blood Gang, clashed with the Tumor Gang in South Los Angeles for decades.

Today, both gangs have grown into top gangs in America, with influence spanning multiple states and nearly 40,000 members. The Blood Gang is no less formidable with 20,000 members, and has even extended its reach into the military.

Zone T is the spiritual core area of ​​the two gangs, and in some gang core communities, it is even off-limits to the police.

During the last gubernatorial election, when Black people went on a riot for free shopping, the state government took measures to prevent Black gangs from joining the riots.

Two thousand National Guard troops were deployed to southern Los Angeles, where Compton is located, along with 700 Marines requested from the federal government, and MQ-9 Reaper drones were used for round-the-clock surveillance.

This is the influence of top-tier gangs. No one can be sure what weapons they have; they certainly don't have heavy machine guns or rocket launchers.

Abel Baker began to speak.

"Anyone who feels they are not up to the task can speak up."

Li Yisen didn't react much, even though the other party was most likely talking to him.

Abel Baker looked at Austin Cole, the head of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, who simply shrugged, as if to say, "See? The people I value don't back down from a little difficulty."

Seeing this, Abel Baker had no choice but to issue the order to act.

"Act immediately; I hope to find a lead within a week."

Outside the conference room, Li Yisen looked at Kaiya and smiled.

"Haha, so you're my subordinate again, Chief Madam."

"Yes, yes, so I'll need to give Commander Ethan a lot of guidance on the next mission. I hope you can keep those volatile gangsters in check. I'm not one to take many bullets."

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Even Lee Esen couldn't guarantee it.

"Let's go. Remember to wear your bulletproof vests and bring your heavy weapons."

However, there are things to prepare before setting off, such as asking the Anti-Black Society for the names of intelligence intermediaries, who are both wealthy and have access to information.

As for informants, the anti-gang team colleagues wouldn't give them to them. After all, they were informants they had worked hard to develop, and what if they died before they could be of any use to them?

Four police cars entered Compton from the south. The environment inside was similar to other poor neighborhoods in Los Angeles, but as the birthplace of West Coast rap, the rap culture here is indeed more intense.

As the vehicle continues deeper, it will see areas marked with a red "B" and a blue "C". Red represents the Blood Gang, and blue represents the Disease Gang.

The appearance of four unfamiliar cars attracted the attention of two gangs, but they did not take any action after the police cars were marked with police identification.

Compton is relatively peaceful during the day, but the nights are a different story; gunshots are frequent, and it's not news if several people don't die.

Lee Esen and his group soon arrived at a bar, the blue lettering indicating it was the territory of the Sick Gang.

Pushing open the door and stepping inside, the spacious bar had only a dozen or so scattered customers, who whistled at Evelyn and Kaia's beauty.

"Is this young lady here to see the old man?"

"Come on, let's play together."

Evelyn frowned, really wanting to blow these annoying guys' heads off, while Kaia remained calm, not taking it seriously at all.

The gang's harassment won't stop, because this is the Tumor Gang, which has a whopping 7000 members in Compton.

"Beautiful lady, you are..."

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The teasing by the Black men came to an abrupt halt because, right in front of them, Lee Ethan crushed a soda can into a 2-centimeter-long, 2-centimeter-wide, and 2-centimeter-high metal block, causing some of the Black men to swallow hard, thinking, "What a monster!"

The old bartender, an intelligence dealer, waved for the guys to stop causing trouble and calmly asked the stranger.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must be Officer Ethan Lee. What brings such a rising star like you to a run-down place like this?"

"How should I address you, sir?"

Others call me Old Paul.

"Then I'll call you Old Paul. I'd like to ask you about the Bloods. Don't worry, money is no object."

The old black man's face showed interest; they loved watching the police cause trouble for the Blood Gang.

"What intelligence?"

"Does the Blood Gang have anti-tank mines?"

Old Paul was stunned. What did you say?

They don't even have anti-tank mines. What are they going to do with them? Fight against the army's armored vehicles? Explosives are enough for ordinary situations.

"I don't think so, right?"

"Have they met with any extreme white supremacists?"

"I'm not sure about that, but they recently smuggled a batch of weapons, which might be something you'd like to know."

Lee Esen knew he wouldn't get any "useful" information, but he still asked anyway, because he also wanted to find an opportunity to take advantage of the task force to seek his own benefit.

Just then, the bar door was pushed open, and a black man in his thirties walked in, escorted by dozens of his men.

"Haha, there really are some beauties here. But I'd like to ask what the cop is doing here, especially since he's a yellow-skinned guy."

Li Yisen looked at the other person, his expression still very calm.

"You say the governor is dead, the sheriff is dead, what am I here to investigate? What, do you want to be a mantis trying to stop the overwhelming force?"

The simple and clear words made the few black men present who still had a brain frown. One of them leaned close to his boss's ear and said something.

"They're investigating the Revitalization Association; we'd better ignore them."

The black man pushed his underling aside and shouted.

"I don't care about revitalization or anything like that. The Sick Gang's territory doesn't allow you lowly police officers to linger."

"So what if I'm right here? Are you going to kill me?"

"So what if I kill you?"

Lee Ethan looked at old Paul.

"Old Paul, how many people do you think you'll lose if you go to war with us, and what about the real suppression from the federal government afterwards? After all, this is the Tong Revitalization Association."

"I was scared out of my wits."

"Then hit me. I'll stand right in front of you and let you hit me."

Two grown men, standing 30 centimeters apart, angrily confronted each other.

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you."

"Come on, come and kill me! Don't leave Compton if you dare, or I'll show you whose territory you're on outside."

"You think I'm afraid of you? Ask anyone else. I, Frank Cox, have blood on my hands."

"Haha, you're talking to me about the lives I've taken. Old Paul, tell him that there are at least 80 out of 100 guys who have died by my hand. There are professional killers, special forces soldiers, former soldiers, and countless others."

"I didn't have the chance, but I could have killed him even if I had."

"You're bragging."

This scene made everyone realize that they wouldn't actually fight, otherwise there wouldn't have been any shouting.

Kaiya sighed. Men really are like that, yelling and screaming like gorillas in heat.

"Evelyn, it's our turn."

"What are you doing?"

"The work of a policewoman."

Kaiya stepped forward and put her arm around each of the two men's shoulders, separating them.

"Okay, let's pause for a moment."

Kaia gave Frank Cox a friendly smile, which lessened the black man's anger at being interrupted.

"I think what you said makes a lot of sense, sir. This detective is really infuriating; he doesn't respect the host when he's on someone else's turf. But he does have some arrogant power, which puts us subordinates in a very difficult position. It's really tough for us."

Frank Cox gradually calmed down. No man could stay angry in front of a beautiful woman with a sweet smile, especially when she was trying to see things from his perspective.

"It's really a difficult situation."

"So could you please help me, sir? I don't want to be implicated in a complaint."

Frank Cox nodded hesitantly.

"All right."

"Thanks, you're really kind. See you later."

"oh oh."

Kaia pulled Ethan away, and Frank Cox watched her departing figure, the warm and sweet smile from just moments before lingering in his mind.

"That woman was really interesting; I forgot to ask her name."

"ha?"

The henchmen didn't know what to say.