Chapter 410: The new leader of the Cripple Gang, an underground gang that cannot cooperate
Chapter 410: The new leader of the Cripple Gang, an underground gang that cannot cooperate
There was a sudden gunshot.
Not only did it make the gang members who were getting addicted and gradually approaching stop immediately, but it also made them instantly more alert.
Some members even made preparations to flee, clearly demonstrating their strong reaction to the gunshot.
After all, in a place like the United States, subconsciously dodging when encountering gunshots is a reaction ingrained in many people.
In this beautiful and free country, shootings happen every day.
The gunshot startled Witt, and he subconsciously raised the submachine gun at his waist. As an experienced policeman, he would definitely not fire a warning shot in this situation.
Because if it is not handled properly, it is very likely to turn into a large-scale shooting.
Just when the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
An impatient shout came from the crowd on the left.
"Hey, Bro, move aside."
"I want to see... which idiot dares to break into our Crips' base camp."
As soon as these words came out.
The members of the Cripple Gang on the left, who had originally gathered together, moved to both sides, revealing a path in the middle.
In the sight of Liu Yang and others, they can already see very clearly... a bald and muscular man with many tattoos on his face, standing in front of a tent at the end of the gymnasium.
He pulled up the trousers of his jeans with one hand, the pistol in his hand raised high, still emitting smoke.
Behind this bald and muscular man, a black girl who was probably just an orgasm, poked her head out of the tent, covering her chest with her hands, naked, and pouting with dissatisfaction.
It's obvious.
Just now when everyone came into this indoor basketball court, this bald and muscular man was doing some kind of pleasurable exercise with a black girl with her head exposed.
Judging from the black girl's expression, it seems that she didn't enjoy the exercise very much.
There were so many members in the indoor basketball court, but this bald and muscular man was able to do that kind of thing in the tent, and no member who was addicted dared to disturb him.
His status and position in the gang is already obvious.
Looking at the bald burly man, Witt immediately raised the submachine gun in his hand and spoke with cold eyes.
"Horford."
"Drop your damn gun on the ground."
"You know... just based on your shooting behavior just now, I can arrest you and put you in the New York Police Department and let you stay for a few days."
Hear this.
There was no fear on Horford's face. Instead, he showed a mocking expression, and he did not throw the gun to the ground.
He put his little finger through the trigger control of the pistol, raised his palm and placed it in front of himself, widened his eyes and deliberately showed a terrified expression, while slowly approaching the crowd, he hurriedly spoke.
"Oh, Officer Witte, I'm really scared."
"Come and arrest me. Take me to the New York Police Department as soon as possible."
"Have you forgotten our American laws? You came to our Crips' base for no reason. Even if I kill you now, it doesn't seem like a big deal, right?"
"For no reason?" Although Witt's expression did not show any sign of concession, the submachine gun he had raised was enough to show his inner tension, and he continued to speak sternly.
"We suspect your Crips gang is involved in a murder case."
"We have the permission of Sheriff Walker to come here to learn about the relevant matters. I warn you... cooperation is the only option. Don't make things too ugly."
Although the tone was very tough and cold.
But he could clearly feel that... Witt was a little lacking in confidence, coming to the base camp of such a large underground gang and facing so many members who had just flown through the Leaf.
If a member of the higher-ups takes action first, the situation will escalate quickly.
For these gang members, even if they do something extreme, they will just spend the rest of their lives in prison. Without the death penalty, what is there to fear?
Hearing the word homicide.
Horford seemed to be interested. He walked to the front of the many gang members on the left, touched his ear with the hand that was not holding the gun, and said disdainfully.
"Murder case?"
"It seems like you guys at the New York Police Department are well-informed."
"We found out so quickly that that idiot Deco was dead. I thought... with your usual laziness in the New York Police Department, it would take at least a month to get the news."
"Since Deco is dead, Officer Witte, I am very upset by what you just said..."
Speaking of this.
Horford suddenly took two steps forward excitedly, getting closer to Witt, and roared with saliva spurting out.
"I'm no longer the second in command of FUCK, but the boss of the Crips."
"Deco is dead, and has nothing to do with our Crips, so now... take your people and get out of here while I can still control myself."
"Even if I killed Deco, what does it have to do with the New York Police Department? This is the law of the jungle in our underground gangs. Do you have the right to point a gun at me here?"
"If you, the son of a bitch, have been away from the Blood Gang for too long, you have forgotten the rules of our underground gangs."
"Then I don't mind teaching you a lesson. I'll let you know what respect means and what it means that you, a member of the Blood Gang, shouldn't come to our Crip Gang's place."
"Get out of here... right now... while I can still control myself!"
This series of roars and snarls.
Full of the style of underground gangs and violent black people.
But after this roar, the underground gang members who had stopped because of the gunshots began to move forward slowly.
The pressure of having nearly a hundred people so close to him caused beads of sweat to appear on Officer Witt's forehead.
He could only hold the submachine gun, pretending to be about to shoot, and continue to warn people.
"Horford."
"I'm warning you one last time. Cooperate with the New York Police Department's investigation immediately and have all members stop."
"Don't make simple things complicated, or you will definitely regret it."
Although Witt was still warning, his tone was noticeably weaker and lacked the confidence he had before.
As a black man who only bullies the weak and fears the strong, how could Horford not see that Witt was currently nervous? Instead of backing down, he played with the pistol in his hand and said with disdain.
"Officer Witt."
"It's not that I'm making things complicated, but after you put on this bitch's clothes, it's hard to tell whose territory this is."
"Get off the basketball court right now, and everything will be easy."
The words fell.
The underground gang members who kept approaching even started to roar in the same way, shouting at everyone to get out of the indoor stadium.
There were even some members who were so drunk that they took out pistols from their pockets, but they obviously still retained some rationality and did not directly open the safety or load the gun.
See this scene.
Liu Yang has already clearly judged that Witt alone cannot control the situation, and the intimidation of the New York Police Department has no effect on these Crips Gang members.
Of course, the most crucial thing is... the bald Horford who is in the lead has just become the leader of the Crips Gang, so he needs to establish his prestige in such occasions.
If we wait a while, maybe we can still have a chance to discuss it properly.
But time is urgent, we must dig out clues today, but we can't wait for the bald guy in front of us to consolidate his position.
Think of this.
Liu Yang no longer hesitated, and immediately stepped forward, stood in front of Witt, and spoke.
"If you don't want to offend the Morgan Consortium, you'd better cooperate with our investigation."
"We are here this time because of the murder of Little Morgan, not because of your former so-called boss Deco."
"Remember... I'm talking about the Morgan Consortium..."
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