Chapter 409: A gang member with a bad look in his eyes, a gunshot breaks the silence
Chapter 409: A gang member with a bad look in his eyes, a gunshot breaks the silence
Looking at the thin black man thrown to the ground
Bai Yu couldn't help but frown, and had a clearer understanding of the Crip Gang in his mind.
But based on criminal investigation techniques and drug performance, the thin black man's condition was definitely not caused by too many flying leaves.
Rather, it is a typical state of bladder atrophy caused by excessive intake of high-purity drugs, coupled with the complete corruption of the spirit, which has completely led to the inability to control feces and urine.
From this point, it has been confirmed again...the Crips Gang is definitely related to the poker organization.
Otherwise, this so-called Crips Gang definitely wouldn't have that much US dollars to buy such a large amount of high-purity drugs that any one of its members could use.
Then, without any hesitation, he quickly spoke out to signal.
"You can get off the bus now. We have come to the right place this time."
"If nothing unexpected happens, we will definitely be able to find clues about Morgan Jr.'s murder here."
"Hurry up, Officer Witte."
Hear this.
Witt, who was waiting for instructions, immediately honked the police car's horn.
The two black members, who had just dropped off the member who had smoked too much and were about to go in to continue having fun, did not notice that there were three police cars right in front of them and were immediately frightened by the sound of the horn.
Then they stared straight ahead with wide eyes, and their enlarged nostrils showed that they were very angry.
But after discovering that it was a New York Police Department police car, the anger that had just appeared on his face turned into confusion.
In their impression, even those from the New York Police Department would try their best to avoid coming to the core neighborhood base of such underground gangs.
Even if a murder occurs, as long as the situation is not exaggerated by the online media, the underground gangs will solve it themselves or hand over a scapegoat.
Just as the two members were puzzled, Witt had already unbuckled his seat belt, touched the submachine gun slung across his waist, and as if it gave him a little sense of security, he pushed open the car door and walked out.
Looking at the two black men in front of the gymnasium, before he could say anything, one of the black men shouted in an unfriendly tone.
"Witt."
"This is the Crips Gang's headquarters. What are you, a Blood Gang member, doing here? Are you looking for death?"
"Don't f*cking think that just because you're a police officer you can use this identity to come and cause trouble with our Crips Gang. Get out of here right now."
It can be seen.
The two Crips Gang members in front of him didn't take Witt seriously at all.
Or... they thought he was going to use his identity as a policeman and drove a police car here specifically to get revenge for those Blood Gang members.
The Crips and the Bloods, as the two largest underground gangs in New York City, have had a lot of friction and fights in recent times. Witt even used his special identity to detain several small leaders of the Crips in the New York Police Department for several days.
Of course, when Witt did these things, he was not in the core neighborhood of the Crips, let alone in front of the base camp.
Witt was already accustomed to the threats from these gang members, and he did not get angry because of it. He just patted the submachine gun at his waist and spoke coldly.
"Get out of my way, idiot."
"This has nothing to do with the Bloods. I came to this basketball court as a New York Police Department officer to investigate a murder case."
"I only give you three seconds, either open the door or go to see God."
After saying.
Witt patted the submachine gun on his waist again, indicating that he was not here to joke.
At the same time, Liu Yang and others as well as the police officers in the other two police cars also got out of the cars.
Seeing so many people coming, even some yellow people, the policemen behaved differently from when they were on duty as usual. They even brought submachine guns with them, which showed that they were well prepared.
The two burly members of the Crip Gang turned their heads and looked at each other, then nodded at the same time.
Then one person pulled one side and opened the two iron doors of the indoor basketball court.
Because the iron door had not been maintained for a long time, it made an extremely harsh squeak when it was pulled open with force.
This sound instantly attracted the other members in the basketball court, and they all looked towards the door with some confusion.
Witt knew he couldn't escape, and he held on to the idea that if he tried his best, he might get a good evaluation, and if he didn't find the murderer, he wouldn't be implicated.
After nodding to everyone, he took the lead and walked slowly towards the indoor basketball court.
......
As everyone walked into the basketball court.
Liu Yang just took a slight breath and smelled the extremely pungent smell of drugs, mixed with unbearable sweat, foot odor, body odor, etc.
At the same time, look around the entire indoor basketball court.
Just like what Witt said before, this can no longer be considered a basketball court.
Both basketball hoops had been dismantled, leaving only half of their bases on the ground. The venue was filled with various gambling tables, billiard tables, tools specifically used for drug taking, and even a simple boxing ring in the middle of the venue.
The floor of the ring was covered in dried blood, and it was obvious that many boxing matches had taken place in this ring.
On both sides of the basketball court, there were roughly forty people standing on each side. In total... there were nearly a hundred gang members in this indoor basketball court alone.
Many of them had bulges on their waists, obviously carrying pistols.
These are only the members in the base camp, and do not include those who are out or in the neighborhoods, but it is enough to show the scale of the Crips.
One has to admit that these black people living in the bottom slums of the United States do have a talent for banding together for warmth.
At least with so many people gathered together, even the New York Police Department would be a little wary.
But it also further illustrates that...it is absolutely impossible to feed so many members without the existence of a poker organization.
Continuing to walk into the basketball court and standing next to the boxing ring, Witt looked around at the Crip Gang members with unfriendly expressions and shouted.
"I'm not here to cause trouble this time, but to get clues to a murder case."
"So I don't want to waste time. Where is Horford, the second-in-command of your Crips? Ask him to come out immediately and cooperate with our police investigation."
The words fell.
The Crip Gang members present did not make any move, but continued to stare at Witt with unfriendly eyes.
There were even some members who were obviously addicted and were slowly approaching the crowd.
Next second.
"Bang!!!"
A sharp gunshot suddenly rang out throughout the indoor basketball hall...
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