"Damn it, what's all the fuss about at night?...Ah, Director, you're here."
The originally serious tall police officer immediately put a smile on his face, but Gordon had no time to smile playfully with him. As he crossed the cordon and walked inside, he asked: "What's going on? Why did a large-scale fire break out? Your people are all here."
What are you doing for food?”
The tall police officer showed a bitter look on his face and said: "Who knows what these bastards are crazy about? They stay up in the middle of the night and come here to fight."
"What about the casualties?"
"Two were killed and more than a dozen were injured. The two parties are now in a ceasefire. Our negotiators are trying to persuade both sides, but there is no result yet."
Gordon glanced at him impatiently, and the tall subordinate immediately felt frightened.
The police chief who has gone through the darkest years of Gotham is no longer a pebble that keeps rising and falling with the rise and fall of the waves, but a rock that has stood firm on the coastline for millions of years, tall, silent, resolute, and inexhaustible.
Shakeable, indestructible.
The astonishing power he carries is like the unearthed fossil footprints of a giant beast, allowing people to glimpse across the long river of history the claws of hundreds of rivals competing in the snow and mud of that turbulent era.
Gordon stopped, turned around, looked back at his subordinates who were following him, and said, "Find a local who understands this."
Everyone immediately dispersed, preferring to deal with the gangsters rather than say another word to the furious Gordon.
Soon a man was brought over. He looked a little nervous, but he still showed a bright smile to Gordon.
Gordon looked him up and down, and the tall police officer carrying him said, "Black Martin, people here say he's a jack of all trades."
"Hello, Sheriff, hello." Black Martin nodded and bowed, and took out a cigarette to light it for Gordon.
Gordon waved his hand, rejected his cigarette and said: "I don't have time to fight with you. Haha, tell me honestly, what is going on here? How can it be like this?"
Martin also showed a bitter look on his face, scratched his head vigorously and said: "I feel strange too, Sheriff, it was fine during the day, but it was like this when I came back after delivering an order."
"It was fine during the day?" Gordon obviously did not agree with this statement, and said: "What about the day yesterday, and what about the day before yesterday?"
Martin immediately showed a hesitant expression.
Gordon sighed and said: "I can tell you, if this continues, this market will never open. I will seal this place as long as they fight. We will see whether they die first or you can't pay the rent first."
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"No, no, no, no, Sheriff, you are a good man, you can't do this!!" Martin immediately raised his voice and said: "There are so many vendors in this market, we can't let them all starve to death.
Bar."
"You also know that they don't want to starve to death, so tell me quickly, what is going on with those two idiots?"
Martin sighed and said: "If it goes back so long, there is indeed something wrong, probably a few months ago..."
"months ago?!"
"Two or three months ago." Martin took a puff of cigarette, cleared his throat, spat to the side, tapped his toes on the ground and said: "Two and a half months ago, yes, two and a half months...around here
A bunch of strangers showed up, I mean Mexicans."
"I grew up in this area, and I know all the Mexicans here. Some are former gangsters, and some are stowaways like me who have been here in the past two years, but in short, they are all acquaintances."
"But two and a half months ago, a group of guys with unknown origins came over. They seemed to be quite wealthy. They bought a street of stalls and drove away the vendors who came near."
"Unknown origin?"
"Yes, I'm pretty sure they didn't come here smuggled in." Martin took a breath and said, "As you know, most of the smugglers who smuggle people into the United States are Mexicans. The demand over there is so strong that when I came over,
I went out of my way to get in touch with them, and I can’t say that I have opened up all the connections, but I’ve also gotten to know a lot of them.”
"After the group arrived, I immediately called people at the border and asked, and they all said they had never seen them. Is it possible that there are still people traveling by sea these days?"
"I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't provoke them, but the locals are not that easy to bully. They occupied the territory as soon as they came up, and they didn't worship the pier. Who can tolerate them?"
"The locals went looking for trouble several times one after another. At first, the two sides were evenly matched, but then for some reason, the brother of a boss here disappeared. They have always suspected that it was that group of people who did it, but there is no evidence."
"If I were to tell you why the two parties suddenly started fighting, I think it might be that the strangers who came later had done something wrong, and the locals found the evidence. They have tolerated these people for a long time, and they may have used this as an excuse.
Drive them out."
Gordon did not interrogate the time, place, cause, process, result, etc. like a normal policeman. Instead, he took a breath and said: "There is no reason why these people dare to be so arrogant, right? Who is their backer?"
Martin immediately showed a smile and made a money gesture with his hand. Gordon snorted coldly, took out a roll of dollars from his pocket, stuffed it into Martin's hand, curled his lips and said: "Don't be too little, now everyone has more money."
Life is hard."
"How can I? It's because you are magnanimous. I promise to explain this matter to you clearly."
Martin simply squatted on the ground, which was his most comfortable position. While counting the bills in his hand, he said: "The locals can't figure out where these rich and extremely arrogant guys come from, but I can see it."
Click the door."
"Nowadays, all walks of life are not making money, and rich people are saving their money. Not many people are generous, but these people spend money without any scruples, as if they have a grudge against money and want to get rid of it as soon as possible.
The money is spent.”
"According to my many years of experience, this shows that their money came from a bad source and needs to be replaced with objects as soon as possible, otherwise they may be dragged into the water."
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"Ordinary people would suspect them of money laundering, but this group of people doesn't look like it. To put it bluntly, I feel like they can't even count. It's impossible for someone's black gloves to belong to someone else."
"Then there is only one possibility left. The only criminals who can still make money these days are drug dealers."
Gordon folded his arms and sighed. He had to admit that what Martin said was right. It is difficult to work in all walks of life now, and it is also difficult in the criminal industry. You can't get money by robbing, and you can't get good things by stealing.
In large-scale organized crime, the most profitable thing is smuggling, followed by drug trafficking. In addition, now everyone is under great pressure and their mental state is not good. Many people will want to find some fun to relieve stress. Drugs are the cheapest.
Planted.
New Jersey's anti-drug law is not strict, but it has not reached the point of legalization. After Gordon took office, he severely cracked down on organized crime. Local drug dealers were basically in bad luck, but there was still an influx of drugs.
Gordon also knew that there was no way to completely ban this stuff, so just leave it open, as long as it didn't cause large-scale chaos, otherwise the crazy drug addicts would cause even greater trouble.
This can explain why these newly arrived Mexicans are rich and arrogant, but they feel sneaky. They are an emerging drug trafficking group that can dominate most people, but at the same time they are not sure they can.
Only if you can defeat the Gotham Police Department will you be in such a state.
"Where did the drugs come in?" Gordon asked.
Martin quickly waved his hand and said: "I don't know, Sheriff, you can't ask me this question, and I can't answer it, otherwise we will both be in trouble."
Seeing his attitude, Gordon couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. He said: "Forget it, you still have to make a living here. It's normal to be afraid of their revenge, but you tell me, you won't
Do you think I’m afraid of a few little drug dealers?!”
"This... not really, but this group of people... how should I put it... they have a big backer, otherwise you'd better not ask."
The more Martin said this, the more doubtful Gordon became. He waved to his subordinate and took out a roll of dollars from his trouser pocket, which was much thicker than what he had just taken out.
In the end, Martin still waved his hands repeatedly, saying that this money can be earned or spent.
Seeing that something was wrong, Gordon took Martin directly to the car. Martin said with a bitter face: "It's useless for you to bring me here. Everyone knows that you want to ask me. What if you drive directly tomorrow?"
If I get shot, I will die without a burial place."
"Don't worry, since you said it's a big backer, I won't be so impulsive and alert the enemy. I know that it just involves some people who you think are impossible to deal with."
"But after all, I am the chief of the Gotham Police Department, and I have connections you can't imagine. If I really want to take action, I won't give them a chance to react."
Martin seemed to have been fighting with heaven for a long time. He stared at Gordon sitting in the front seat through the rearview mirror of the car and said very sincerely: "Of course I believe you will fight evil to the end, because you have done this before.
That’s why I can stand here and talk to you.”
"We people here all think like this. It's not easy to make a living here, and we can make a living because if someone comes to snatch our bowl, we can even call the police to file a complaint like human beings, instead of just like
A dog was beaten to death and thrown into the sewer."
"But it's not that simple, Sheriff, I'm from Guadalajara."
As soon as the last word came out, Gordon's brows knitted into a straight line, and he immediately realized what Martin was talking about.
"Are you related to the rebels?"
Martin did not continue to talk about this topic, but said: "In my hometown, drug dealers are more powerful than God. In the past, we had to plant whatever they asked us to plant. Anyone who dared to disobey would be set on fire and all the people would be killed."
Burned."
"It is precisely because I grew up in this environment that I know that their current sneaky state is not because of their conscience, but because someone makes them afraid."
"Since you know they are afraid of me, why are you so secretive?" Gordon asked.
"Of course it's because I don't want you to get involved in these things. Since you know the Revolutionary Army, you know the weight of this struggle. Once you get involved, you will never be able to get away."
Martin put his hand on the seat in front of him, looked at Gordon's eyes in the rearview mirror with his bright eyes, and said: "You can treat this matter as a simple fire and deal with it, instead of having to go."
Pay attention to the identity of one of the parties, right?"
Martin's hint couldn't be more obvious, and Gordon completely understood what he meant. The appearance of this group of drug dealers in Gotham must be related to the situation in Mexico. So far, the situation in Mexico is still a quagmire that even major powers dare not openly intervene.
Gordon has reached the end of his career in Gotham's police system, and he has become the stiniest and hardest rock.
But throwing this tall rock on the coast into the entire universe is still an insignificant grain of sand. The danger of this matter is far beyond the scope of justice that Gordon can administer. Martin does not want him to participate, hoping that he will still
Just keep one party safe as usual.
What would Gordon choose?
How else to choose this stubborn stone?
Gordon paused for a second, stood up and took out a pack of cigarettes from the car door grille, adjusted his sitting position again, and relaxed on the back of the chair. When the aroma of good cigarettes filled the interior of the car, Martin sniffed.
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Gordon bit the cigarette in his mouth with the tiger teeth on one side, crossed the seat and handed the remaining unsmoked towards Martin, then took out the cigarette from his mouth with his rough fingers, exhaled a puff of smoke and said:
"Everyone's life is difficult now, that's all, let's talk about it."
