You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

Chapter 115 Let's smash up your place, you mad dog!

"Put your guns away and get in the car."

Leon turned around, his sharp gaze sweeping over every ACU member present, his voice carrying undisguised murderous intent in the cold night wind: "Carlos's knee is shattered."

"Now, we're going to the nightclubs on 12th Avenue to demand an explanation for our driver and, while we're at it, get some money back for his medical expenses."

"Fully armed, ready to cause trouble!"

In this special operations team, although everyone often undermines each other and talks nonsense, it's all because they've risked their lives for each other in the same trench.

Moreover, if your brother bleeds today and you don't say a word, then if you're the one lying on the stretcher tomorrow, no one will stand up for you either.

"Damn those sons of bitches!"

The bulldozer yanked open the SUV door and cursed viciously.

The group acted quickly, each getting into a police car disguised as a civilian vehicle.

Since his personal driver Carlos was currently lying in an ambulance on his way to the hospital, Leon strode over to the driver's seat of the Ford Explorer, opened the door, and got in.

Mia and Kevin quickly climbed into the back seat.

With the roar of their engines, several disguised cars without any police markings sped away from the motel like arrows.

Inside the carriage, Mia sat in the passenger seat, nervously checking the bullets in her sidearm.

Lyon gripped the steering wheel with one hand and pulled out his phone with the other, expertly dialing Raymond Garcia's number.

Although he spoke passionately during the mobilization, acting like a bandit about to wreak havoc.

But Lyon hadn't lost his mind yet.

This is America, not a lawless post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Even if he's currently a favorite of the mayor, if he were to lead a group of plainclothes police officers armed with automatic weapons and kick down the door of a legally registered nightclub without any proper procedures, those gangster-sponsored lawyers would definitely hunt him down like mad dogs afterward.

The phone rang several times.

Just as Lyon was about to hang up and redial, the call finally went through.

"————Feed?"

A very slurred voice with a heavy nasal tone came through the receiver, clearly the other person was fast asleep.

"Garcia, wake up, it's time to get back to work."

Lyon suddenly spoke up.

"Holy shit—! Vance?!"

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly rose in volume.

Immediately afterwards, a loud crash followed by the sound of a lamp or a glass shattering, and Raymond's agonizing scream reached Leon's ears.

History is always strikingly similar.

The poor administrative police inspector was clearly so frightened by Lyon's name that he fell off the bed or chair.

"Fuck! My tailbone!"

Raymond's furious voice pierced through the noise: "What the hell have you done now?! Can't you just let me get a peaceful night's sleep?!"

"Why do you always look so sleepy when you answer my call?"

As Lyon weaved through traffic, he couldn't help but grumble, "Doesn't Sterling usually provide you guys with beds?"

Raymond was practically going crazy on the other end of the phone: "Am I still asleep?! Can't you be reasonable?!"

"The first time you called me, it was because I stayed up all night cleaning up your flawed counter-terrorism operation!"

"Today! Right now! It's 10:30 PM! I've already finished get off work, I'm lying in my own bed, it's only natural for me to sleep, okay?!"

"I'm just an administrative police inspector; I have no obligation to sell myself to the police department 24/7! If you make a mess again, go call the inspector on duty!"

"Don't get excited, Lao Lei."

Leon ignored his roar and replied matter-of-factly, "It's just that we're closer. I don't trust anyone else to handle things, so of course I'll come to you first when I need something."

"Oh, by the way, since I always wake you up at night, why don't you consider asking the director to transfer you to the night shift? That way our working hours will be synchronized, and you won't keep falling out of bed."

An eerie silence fell over the other end of the phone.

After a full three seconds, Raymond sighed softly, "Fuck, you know what, that suggestion actually makes some sense. I'll check the night shift allowance tomorrow."

This guy is actually seriously considering this outrageous proposal!

"Let's get down to business."

Leon didn't have time for his nonsense. "Log into the police department's internal dispatch system right now and see what just happened on Fourth Avenue."

A rustling sound followed by the tapping of a keyboard.

"I saw it—code 10-17, kidnapping of a minor. The suspect has been killed, and the hostage has been safely rescued."

Raymond's voice turned questioning: "Wait, Leon, why are you getting involved in a kidnapping case? This isn't ACU's job at all, it's SVu's."

"It's about the Major Crimes Unit's case. Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"Kidnapping cases do fall under the jurisdiction of the SVU, but I don't handle those."

Lyon swerved the steering wheel, overtaking a slow-moving Toyota, his eyes cold: "But in the firefight just now, ACU officer Carlos Mendes had his knee shattered by a gunshot from the suspect."

"I'm not investigating a kidnapping case right now. I'm hunting down accomplices of an armed group that attempted to murder Seattle police officers."

"I want you to create a new case file in the system right now. Name it 'Investigation into the Premeditated Murder of Law Enforcement Officers'."

"This case is under the full jurisdiction of the ACU, and all actions will be reported directly to Chief Sterling."

Raymond had worked in administration at the police department for so many years, and his mind worked incredibly fast.

He instantly understood what Leon wanted to do.

Using the assault on police officers as a starting point, the follow-up to a kidnapping case that originally belonged to another department was forcibly incorporated into the ACU.

The jurisdiction is within the scope of the case, and although there may be disputes later, the procedure is much better than directly interfering in other people's cases.

"Okay, I understand. I'll contact the person to create the file right away."

Raymond rubbed his still-sore backside: "So where are you going to catch his accomplices now?"

"A nightclub run by the 12th Street Boys is called Psychedelic Cat."

Lyon revealed the destination: "The dead kidnapper went there to hand over the hostage."

"But we don't have a search warrant, and the judge isn't going to get up in the middle of the night to sign that damn document for me."

"so?"

"Therefore, I need you to immediately have someone create a temporary administrative inspection document for me in the system."

"Any reason will do. Fire hazard inspection, surprise sanitation check, or someone anonymously reports that they are illegally selling alcoholic beverages to minors."

"I want to show those lawyers who might come looking for trouble tomorrow a flawless document."

Administrative inspection is a gray area tactic frequently used by U.S. police to circumvent the Fourth Amendment (which prohibits unreasonable searches).

Without a judge's signature, and with the cooperation of the relevant administrative departments, the police can legally enter any commercial establishment to "take a look."

"this----"

Raymond was silent for two seconds on the other end.

"Alright, within five minutes, a joint inspection order for fire and liquor licenses, authorized by the district commander, will be sent to your mobile device."

"I'll also call the 12th Avenue fire department and ask them to keep a record of it in their system."

"Well done, Garcia." Leon's lips curled into a satisfied, cold smile.

"Go smash up your place, you mad dog."

Raymond hung up the phone.