America? No, it's the warp!

"21 PM!"

With curtains covering the windows, four black men sat around a round table in the dimly lit living room, playing blackjack.

"Eat it all!"

The dealer grabbed all the coins on the table and gathered them in front of him, then collected the cards, shuffled them, and dealt them.

"Still playing, Lance, huh...?"

The black guy wearing the blue headscarf lost the most, looking unwilling and having no intention of continuing to play.

Lance ignored it and continued to deal the cards to his opponent.

"Of course we have to play! How are you going to win the money back if you don't play? Come on, you guys, let's talk."

The black man with the blue scarf was to Lance's left and spoke first, but he also lost by quite a bit.

He tapped the table with his hand:

"Hit, Lance, didn't Boss Teren tell us that the group hiding in the underground passage has been caught, and that we should be on guard? Is it really okay for us to keep playing this game?"

"Why worry about these things? Don't you know the boss has a close relationship with the West District Police Chief? If the police come, wouldn't someone warn us beforehand?"

Lance added a card to the blue scarf, seemingly unconcerned about a possible police raid, and urged the next person to speak.

The black man in the middle, wearing a blue jacket, was slightly behind but very worried about being caught.

He glanced at his cards; they were worth a lot. Then he swept his palm across the cards.

"Stay, I don't want the cards anymore, bro. If someone really would tip us off, then why were those guys in the underpass arrested?"

Lance glared at him, then explained:

"Tsk tsk tsk, you don't understand. To maintain a relationship, you need to give and take."

In this case, the boss can ensure that the police can't arrest everyone, but he can't let the police arrest no one at all, otherwise the bureau chief will lose face.

Therefore, you have to make choices and let go of some unimportant people.

The three people opposite suddenly realized what was going on and nodded in thought.

The blue headscarf gave me some insights:

"No wonder you can live in such a comfortable house and have women around, while that unimportant guy can only hide in the sewers, smelling the stench and keeping company with rats."

"Big brother! That's awesome!"

"As expected, Boss Teren values ​​you the most, big brother!"

Lance was very pleased with the three men's flattery. He triumphantly dealt a card to the Blue Headband and then revealed his own.

"16 PM, you guys are only finding out now? To be honest, in the entire Crippled Gang, Boss Teren values ​​me the most, and I'm very likely to be the next boss!"

He didn't reach 17 points, so he drew another card for himself.

The result was a 7 of hearts.

"Damn it! 24:00! It's exploded!"

Lance's mood took a sharp turn for the worse; a small loss wiped out all his previous smugness.

The three underlings dared not flatter him anymore, and they didn't even dare to take the coins they won.

"Take it! Do you think I can't take a joke?"

Lance's lips drooped down, his left eyebrow was raised, and his breathing came out heavily through his nose.

Since things had come to this point, it would be disrespectful not to take it, so the three of them each took their share.

"Again!"

Lance, on the other hand, completely followed the saying, "How can you win back if you don't play?"

A round of silent dealing, adding, and stopping of cards ensued, with no one saying another word.

"Fuck! It exploded again!"

Lance slammed the cards on the table, got up, and left the round table.

"I'm not playing anymore! It's boring!"

It was blatant cheating, but what could they do? The three underlings could only swallow their anger and suffer in silence.

Lance walked to the sofa, where two Latina women sat, their eyes vacant, their hair disheveled, and their bodies naked.

He pulled up one of the more attractive women:

"Come on, I'm really angry right now! Let me cool off!"

The two arrived at the door of a room, and Lance pounded on the door:

"Are you two done yet?! If you're done, get out here right now!"

The sounds of Slaanesh behind the door stopped abruptly. After a commotion, the door opened, and two disheveled black men and a naked Asian woman emerged.

"Hehehe, Boss Lance, we're coming out right now."

One of them chuckled lewdly.

"You're making two sandwiches with cheese again? Get out of here!"

Lance dragged the Latin woman into the house and slammed the door shut.

The five black men looked at each other in bewilderment. This situation was not uncommon; having such a petty-minded leader, they could only put up with it.

After a moment of silence, it wasn't any black man who broke the silence.

"Whoop! whoop! whoop!"

Police sirens blared outside the window, and a black man hurriedly ran to the window and pulled back the curtains.

At the street corner, three police cars appeared one after another, heading straight for the building.

"Damn it! The police are here! Quick, notify the boss!"

Another black man who was nearby rushed into the room and started banging on the door.

"Big brother! The police are here! Let's go!"

"Mother fuck! What is the chief doing?! Why didn't anyone call me?!"

Two seconds later, the door opened, and Lance, wearing his coat and trousers with his shoes on backwards, rushed out.

Downstairs, Stephen was informing his colleagues on the walkie-talkie about the details of the emergency call:

"Colleagues, this time we're not here to arrest some mentally ill person causing a scene on the street, but to arrest a member of the 'crippled gang' hiding in this building. He's one of the masterminds behind the jade heist."

"Please forgive me for not explaining this to you at the beginning. There are reasons that cannot be said, but I think you all know them."

Stephen was an ordinary frontline officer, but the sheriff was also under his command because the deputy commissioner had given him full authority to lead the operation.

Anyone with eyes can see that this is because he is highly valued by the deputy director.

Some of the officers who arrived were sent by the deputy chief, while others were neutral, but they all shared the same goal:

Arrest criminals.

"This house belongs to the leader of the 'Crippled Gang.' He's hiding at least four of his gang members here, who are likely armed. Our goal is to capture them alive if possible, and if necessary, to shoot them."

"This case is highly valued by the General Administration. As long as the arrest is successful, the deputy director will definitely apply for a generous bonus for each of us."

The police officers' morale soared, and they all replied firmly with "Received" over the walkie-talkie.

As soon as they got out of the car, they all rushed up the stairs and headed straight for the third floor where their target was located.

Stephen, who was at the front, checked the unlocked safety, confirmed the information with his colleagues, kicked open the door, and rushed inside.

Looking around, there wasn't a single black man in the room, only two completely naked Latin women.

"Quick, cover them both up with something."

Stephen directed his colleagues while he inspected the other rooms one by one.

Apart from finding an Asian woman in a room that was covered in an unidentified sticky liquid, there was no one else.

"They've escaped! Stephen, should we go and catch them?"

Stephen took out his phone and thought for a few seconds.

"No need. First, send a car to take these three victims to the hospital for treatment."

"As for those criminals, they can't escape."