US police: outlaws

Chapter 133 Ignites Los Angeles.

Kaia Anderson, holding the man's arm without turning around, said in an annoyed tone.

"Kaiya, that kid is about to give in."

"Yes, yes, but our mission is important, and there's no need to waste time on unimportant people."

Li Yisen looked at that pretty face without refuting her; the reason he got into the conflict was to screen his prey.

"You're just giving me the runaround again."

"It's good that you know."

Group 20 continued its journey to the Blood Gang's territory to gather intelligence on the Sick Gang, repeating their previous tactics. As always, the Blood Gang wanted the police to cause trouble for their rivals, and this time, no one had come to cause any trouble.

Just as Li Yisen and the others were driving away, a sight at the entrance of a building in the Blood Gang's territory made them frown. There, hanging at the entrance, was a head covered in maggots, held up by a thread that was hard to tell whether it was hair or not.

They didn't say anything; it's a gang tactic to intimidate others, especially prevalent at borders or in Mexico. South American gangs also like this method.

Evelyn couldn't help but wrinkle her cute nose.

"Those Blood Gang guys are really disgusting."

"They help even fewer people than the sick, so they have to be even more ruthless; all their methods are for deterrence."

Just as the convoy was about to leave Blood Gang territory, several gang members suddenly appeared in the distance and dragged out a little boy, while a black woman let out a pitiful scream.

"My Bond, my Bond."

Evelyn asked with a serious expression.

"Senior, should we intervene?"

"Let's go take a look, but try to avoid any conflict."

He dared to argue with a gang leader not long ago because there was no conflict of interest between them. These black gangs only dare to actually kill police officers when there is a conflict of interest.

Actually, he wasn't afraid. Although only 9 people entered the community, there were 12 members from Group 20 on standby outside the community, all of whom were fully armed.

The car door opened, and Li Yisen and the others called out.

"Hey, we're detectives from the Criminal Investigation Bureau. What are you doing?"

The leader of the black men was displeased.

"Didn't you see? We were about to take this child out to eat."

"I didn't see it. Get out of here! I have a body camera on here. Are you planning to commit a crime on camera?"

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The black man said with a displeased expression.

"Sir, is it really necessary for you to do this? His father borrowed a large sum of money from us, and we just wanted to ask a few questions."

"I don't care who borrows the money, let's go."

In the end, the black man cursed and turned to leave.

"Let me see if you're here 24/7."

Lee Ethan watched as the child rushed into his mother's arms. There was nothing he could do but watch as Evelyn handed the woman $500 and turned to leave.

Such things happen frequently in gang communities. The child may become an illegal worker, a victim of human trafficking, or, in the worst case, be killed and sold for organs.

Who knows?

This incident also led Li Yisen to make a decision: if he had to choose between the Blood Gang and the Tumor Gang, he would choose the Blood Gang, as this organization was more bloody and brutal.

That evening, in the Compton area.

The local police stayed at their posts and rarely patrolled, turning a blind eye to the gunshots that rang out in the gang-infested area.

Two groups of people were chasing each other on the street.

"Grab that guy, don't let him get away."

"Bang bang bang"

The pistol bullets killed two fleeing men, and the remaining guys continued their escape with two bags of drugs.

The people who escaped were members of an outside gang in the community. They somehow learned about the drug deal and came to double-cross the gang. They had clearly succeeded, but were now being hunted down by the Blood Gang.

The Bloods are not a single gang, but rather a group of more than two hundred branches that share the Bloods symbol and are distributed throughout America.

Of course, larger branches will also swallow smaller branches. Their only common point is that they hate the disease gang and have a weak consensus on fighting the police.

In Compton, the Bloods have four branches, all of which are core branches of the Bloods, with members ranging from a few hundred to nearly a thousand.

They cooperated more closely than the other branches, after all, the number of people in the Sick Gang was three times that of them.

Bill Garcia, the street supervisor of the 0G gang, Compton's most powerful Bloods branch, cursed and shouted.

"Those damned foreign hyenas dare to even rob our Blood Gang's drugs. I'll skin them alive and chop off their heads and hang them in a crowded place. Damn it."

The henchman standing beside him nodded in agreement.

"That's right, they should be skinned alive, we should..."

As the younger brother was speaking, he suddenly noticed a masked person behind the two of them, and his eyes widened in shock.

What's going on?

The next second, two large hands grabbed the heads of two black men, smashing them together until they were bleeding and passed out. Then the two men disappeared from the spot.

Throughout the night, not only two people disappeared, but several members of the Blood Gang also vanished. Among them were low-level gang members who were strolling on the streets and were abducted by figures in dark alleys, as well as ordinary small-time bosses who disappeared in the toilet.

At 4 a.m., a car swaggered out of Compton. In the passenger seat was Bill Garcia, the fifth-in-command of the 0G gang, and the driver was his assistant.

Several Blood Gang members on guard duty recognized the other party's identity.

"Boss Bill, are you going out?"

"Yes, I need to go out for a bit."

"Okay, let it through."

The person who spoke was, of course, Lee Ethan. He was completely unaware of what was happening, and he left with a total of five gangsters.

Lee Ethan's meaning was clear: of course, he did not intend to bring these gangsters and blacks into the revitalization association.

Because these low-level Black gangsters have virtually no bottom line, no family support, or even if they do, they don't have much family affection. They might betray their former allies or run away to save their own lives.

Lee Ethan patted Bill Garcia's face.

"Your lives will become the spark that ignites Compton."

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After hiding the person in the warehouse, Li Yisen rushed off to work. With his physique, he could still be in good spirits even if he didn't sleep for a day.

Early in the morning, in the office of the Director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, Lee Ethan reported to Austin Cole alone.

"According to intelligence, there is a trade in anti-tank mines in the Blood Gang's territory. This was said by an intelligence dealer from the Sick Gang."

Osjan Kol picked up the report and asked doubtfully.

Are you sure?

"I'm not sure either, so I plan to keep a close eye on the Blood Gang from now on, and I'll report back to you as soon as there's any progress."

"Okay, I trust you to handle things. I will report to the task force that your next task is to investigate the Blood Gang."

Osjan Cole suddenly took out his phone and showed it to Ethan Lee.

"Look, it seems our General has some serious issues with you."

The blond old man, whose family is in the real estate business, was seen swearing when questioned by reporters at a press conference, and once again expressed his opinion on the situation in California.

"The ICE guys did a great job. If it weren't for that officer Ethan Lee misjudging the situation and injuring five agents for a terrorist, the situation in California wouldn't have become so serious. I heard he's one of the fastest-promoted police officers in California, and I seriously doubt whether he's competent under his yellow skin."

Being singled out again by the boss didn't bother Li Yisen much.

"Whatever he says, he can't control me anyway."

"Look who the new sheriff is. If he's one of the governor's men, you're in trouble."

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As evening fell, Li Yisen's plan was still underway. After being singled out by an old man, he intended to make an even bigger splash.

On the rooftop of a six-story building in downtown Los Angeles, SWAT team leader Mark Gray watched as the NYPD headquarters staff fiddled with something in their hands in the distance.

Since the sheriff's death, the city police chief has rarely left the police station; it's said he eats, drinks, and relieves himself all in his office.

I never expected the revitalization association to give him such a task.

"Perhaps I will die without a burial place in the future."

Mark Gray opened the box, took out an M72 rocket launcher, and aimed it directly at the headquarters 600 meters away, trying to aim at the floor above the director's office.

"Bang"

A 66mm rocket struck the wall like a meteor.

"boom"

Meanwhile, Police Chief Lyanna Price was on the phone in her office.

Suddenly a violent tremor occurred, shattering window glass that rushed into the room, and tearing curtains and other items.

"ah..

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Lyanna Price covered her ears and crouched down. When she came to her senses, she looked at the outer wall and saw many cracks in the load-bearing wall, with some places even exposing the steel bars.

At that moment, she had only one thought.

"The Revitalization Society, it's definitely the Revitalization Society that wants to kill me."

Lyanna Price ran out, and soon news of the attack on the city police headquarters spread to various agencies, including the city and county police departments, the FBI and the National Guard. Even ICE sent a strike team to help.

On the other side, Mark Gray stuffed the rocket launcher into the water tank on the roof, then climbed down from the 6th floor using a rappelling rope. With the help of another companion, he made his way away and returned to their Chevrolet in some secluded corner.

The other three agents asked nervously.

"Captain, did it work?"

"Barely hit."

The group was both surprised and delighted, because each of them received $5000 for this operation, with Mark Gray receiving $20,000.

In fact, they had also tried to find any clues about the Revival Society, but unfortunately they found nothing.

"Waaaaah"

Various alarm sounds filled the skies over Los Angeles, while on the coast of Santa Monica, 30 kilometers away, the headquarters of ICE in Los Angeles was located. Even though it was after working hours, there were still nearly a hundred people at the headquarters, half of whom were armed agents.

Besides the two branch office chiefs, there were also department heads like Isaiah Cooper.

Since the new president took office, ICE has undergone tremendous changes.

Before taking office, the number was around 1, including agents and clerks. Now the number has reached over 2.2, with agents and other personnel far exceeding clerks.

The proportion of veterans and MAGA supporters among the agents has surged, and even members of militia organizations such as the KKK have infiltrated. Many former agents have been exiled to the frontier or resigned.

These new ICE employees enjoy incredibly generous benefits, including a $5 signing bonus upon joining, an annual salary of over $6, and $6 of their student loans can be waived.

Therefore, the vast majority of these 10,000+ new ICE employees are supporters of the new president, strongly support the expulsion of illegal immigrants, and even describe their attitude towards illegal immigrants as ruthless and cruel.