Xu Chuan walked around the slums in the city center twice and unexpectedly found that no one came to rob him. This was a real ghost.
Generally speaking, he can judge the security and arms circulation status of this area based on the number, frequency and equipment he brings. At present, Mexico has the worst security, with many illegal arms, and most of the pistols used for robbery. The partition here in the United States is not a completely common phenomenon like Mexico.
As for the Golden Triangle, do you think there is such a public security matter?
However, I couldn't meet robbers in the slums of Los Angeles, which made Master Xu completely lose his sense of accomplishment.
He is now standing in front of a giant billboard on the side of the road. Of course, the original advertisement on it no longer exists, but has been replaced with a pair of graffiti.
A woman with a half face hidden in a black hooded sweatshirt with a gun in her right hand with a graffiti center. Two huge angel wings extend from behind to both sides, but the front end of the wings is not feathers but a row of guns. Even the sharp shape of the feathers will remind people of cold weapons.
The halo on the head is blood-red, and the background is abstract city silhouettes and people, or corpses.
Tsk, it's very artistic, Xu Chuan sighed, but if it matches the tents and garbage everywhere around, it would be a scene of the end of the world.
I took out my cell phone and took a photo of the graffiti in front of me. The drawing was really good.
The homeless man around was looking at him with indifferent eyes, and there were even children running around.
"It's good to draw." Xu Chuan pointed at the graffiti and tried to talk to a homeless man passing by.
The other party was wearing tattered clothes and pushing a small cart in a supermarket to look at him vigilantly, then looked at Tuya, "She is our guardian angel."
"Ha?" Xu Chuan looked at the guy's back with a blank look on his face, "You're so funny."
This slum is dirty and messy, and there is occasionally a pile of rice fields on the road. It is hard to imagine that it is Los Angeles. However, although the environment is very poor, the magical thing is that the public security has not collapsed, even on the surface, it is enough to surprise people.
This shows that someone has re-established the rules. No matter how this person does it, it makes people abide by his rules, after all, it does it. This is a miracle.
There is a saying that no matter how bad the order is, it is better than no order. If this sentence can be posted online, it is difficult to say whether it is right or wrong if it is debated for half a day. But Xu Chuan knows that no matter what order is, it requires strong force as a backing. The basis for the formation of order is to make those who want disorder die.
Xu Chuan glanced at this large block, so many people must have died here before.
He looked at the billboard again, and now he was very sure that those abstract human figures must be corpses.
...
In South Korea, police were inspecting the burned pottery shop. Firefighters had moved out seven or eight bodies, and Officer Beltran and FBl's people from the Central District Branch were on the scene.
"34 years old, Asian male", FBl's Lisa Inman looked at the body in front of him and found out the identity of the body.
"Eyewitnesses have changed their words, so this line is broken." Beltran's partner came over. Carmichael's sense of decadence is not inferior to Martin. Riggs's police just asked people who were doing small businesses around.
No one was surprised at all, Diego Garcia was famous here. After knowing that he had something to do with him, no one dared to cause trouble. Of course, he would not tell the police what they saw.
"When did the Koreans start running errands for Garciadam?"
"Money laundering", Beltran picked up two burnt notes and shook them. "Garcia used their store to help him launder money. That guy must be furious now."
"It's Riley North again." Agent FBl made a judgment directly. Although there was no surveillance nearby, according to the previous statements of the people around him, the attacker should be a woman. "If we don't take action, it will only get worse and worse later."
"There are so many bad things, and this matter doesn't seem to have anything to do with the case you are investigating." Carmichael thinks FBl is just meddling in other people's business.
FBl sent Riley North's information to the media, which made the public find out about the case that year. The Internet was full of remarks supporting Riley's revenge, and many people were calling LAPD a waste.
What's the matter with LAPD? It was obviously the judge and the local magistrate who collected the black money, so the Director was very angry about this matter. Well, Director has been very angry recently, and Los Angeles has not stopped.
"I said before that Riley North stole a gun shop with a Level 3 license and stole a lot of attack weapons, which of course is our responsibility." Lisa Inman looked at Carmichael with a bad face.
"These two obviously have nothing to do with each other. Those weapons are completely different from those in the previous case, and why do you now believe that this is done by Riley North."
Beltran felt that the two of them were about to start arguing, so he stopped them and pulled their partner aside. "You go to the Anti-Black Drug Enforcement Department to inquire about the locations of some of Garcia's strongholds. We can install a few surveillance cameras to try."
Carmichael nodded and planned to find an acquaintance, but Beltran continued to instruct him, "You have to think clearly about what questions you can ask, who should I ask..."
"Come on, why are you starting again?" It seems that his partner has said these words many times.
"Hey, it's really easy for them to kill a policeman, I'll just remind you." If these DU Bees know that someone is monitoring their stronghold, it will be a lot of trouble. This is not without precedent.
"Okay, I get it."
...
Back in the slum, Riley North was standing speechlessly on the side of the road. In front of her small truck that was both a warehouse and a room, there was an Asian young man standing, holding drinks and cakes to the children here.
The scene was really harmonious, but it would be even better if he didn't block his car door, Ms. Riley thought so.
After waiting for at least half an hour, the crowd on the opposite side gradually dissipated. Riley North then walked over. Just as he was about to open the car door, he suddenly found a note stuck in the car window.
She quickly became alert and looked around and carefully took off the note. Of course, what was written on it was not a ticket for illegal parking, but a line of words.
‘The drug manufacturing factory is a trap. We raided Garcia’s residence at night. If you are interested, you can go together. The location is as follows’ is an address below the note.
Riley North looked up and looked around again. The note in his hand meant that his whereabouts were completely exposed. ‘Who is it? Did that Asian before? How did he find out I was here?’
She opened the door and got into the car, wrote down the address on the note, then tore it apart and stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed it.
Chapter completed!