Chapter 131

The two showed their documents, left their belongings temporarily at the front desk of the New York police headquarters, and then inquired about the office location of the organized crime control bureau. The two found it.

After running for dozens of minutes among the largest local police agencies in the United States, Elsa and Luke finally found a contact person, belite Joel, head of the organized crime control agency.

This belite's rank is just a sheriff, one level higher than Luke's.

Los Angeles West District police attaches great importance to this case, because a popular little star in the area is dead and the influence is easy to spread.

For the NYPD, Sergey mazanov is just one of the countless gangs in New York, with the highest strength of three ranks, which is not a big deal at all.

Belite was sent to deal with the case because Sergei was in charge of the gang he was following.

He didn't look very well in the face of two Los Angeles colleagues.

In the words of Elsa's dinner with Luke in the evening, it's like a flight. Obviously, belite is not willing to let Luke and his wife come and interfere in his case.

Looking at their slightly bulging armpits, belite said coldly: "I want to remind you that you have no law enforcement power here. You'd better not use your gun, or it will be very troublesome. "

Elsa's face is as usual. She's a veteran. She's not the first time to deal with a case. She's used to all kinds of faces.

Luke didn't care.

Without law enforcement power, we can't move guns at most.

When it comes to the critical moment, will he stand foolishly? As long as the other side has a gun against him, he has the right to revolt as a common people.

Then they were sent away, and Elsa asked, "excuse me, when will we start?"

Belite frowned. "Secret operation, no comment."

Elsa didn't take his advice: "excuse me, are you going to solve the case alone?"

Belite choked for a moment.

If he dare to say yes, he will definitely fall into the trap.

The west end Police Department of Losangeles sent two people to jointly handle the case, which paid a price.

It's not clear what the exact cost is, but belite would be unlucky if he dared to exclude Luke and his wife from the case.

"You can find an empty desk here, and I'll let you know if there's anything," said belite, after a moment's silence

Elsa nodded.

As long as she is sure, belite will not be stupid. Just throw them away and catch Sergei.

As the two men stepped forward, belite added, "the capture will take at least three to five days to plan. You can have a rest these days."

They nodded to show that they knew, and then they went out and sat down at an empty desk in the hall outside.

Elsa looked at Luke. "How do you feel? Would you be angry? "

Luke shook his head: "if they go to our place, it's the same treatment. There's nothing to be angry about."

Elsa smiled and nodded: "yes, come out and do business, that's it. Anyway, if we don't decide on this case, just wait for it. "

Luke shrugged and his eyes rolled. "I'll find a place to live and take your luggage with me."

Of course Elsa agrees.

Other newcomers must have done the same thing, but Luke's performance on the plane surprised her, so she didn't say a word.

Now Luke has offered, of course she won't object.

Luke came out, took their luggage, and found out the black driver Bell's phone number. "Hello, bell? I'm the Luke in your car just now. Yes, I'd like to find a cheap and comfortable hotel for a few days. It's near the headquarters of NYPD. What's your suggestion? Oh, yes. As long as it suits, I'd like to tip you another hundred dollars in addition to the fare. "

Soon, that bell came.

Obviously, she's nearby.

Warmly said hello to Luke. Luke got on the copilot. This treatment is not available to ordinary people. Taxi drivers are also afraid of being robbed.

He smiled and clapped with her: "Hey, you are really a racing driver. How can you come here soon?"

Bell is very happy.

Generally speaking, white people don't have a good attitude towards her black female driver.

Luke, a young man with a handsome appearance and a gentle and pleasant manner, was very agreeable to bell.

Along the way, Luke and bell began to talk.

Bell is really a local snake. In her own words, she is familiar with almost every part of New York City.

But the most familiar are Brooklyn and queens. Manhattan is a little bit worse.

Luke knows.

Brooklyn, which she is familiar with, is a black area. Queens is not much better. Manhattan will not mention it. Where there are a group of rich people, there must not be many people calling her taxi, and even fewer people will order the cheap take out she sent before.Luke had a little plan in his mind. Now he was chatting with bell, and he was going to talk about the traffickers.

Bell is obviously a different kind of black. She works hard and hard. The only illegal hobby is racing. But compared with traffickers and violent crimes, it's only a small child.

The Negro spoke fast and didn't have much intention. Balabalabaladi spewed out a lot of information about the traffickers.

Luke can hardly remember.

How many of them are there? Twenty seven or thirty-one gangs of traffickers?

It's just a Brooklyn gang. Bell hasn't been able to talk about queens yet.

Luke sighed in his heart: sure enough, the city is big, and there are many fat sheep.

Suddenly, his ears moved.

"In recent years, it is said that some people are dealing with them specially and have killed many traffickers. Although they are not big gangs, many small gangs with more than ten people have been killed overnight." Bell's face was full of excitement.

Luke said, "aren't you angry?" There must be the most African-American gangs in Brooklyn.

The percentage of African Americans in Brooklyn who don't commit crime is a little low. Is it really good that bell talks about it so cheerfully?

Bell gave him a disgruntled look: "Hey! You have to make sure that those are all scum. Besides, there are also many Eastern European and Hispanic gangs killed. Anyway, anyone who sells illegal drugs has been killed. These people don't care what race the traffickers are. "

Luke raised his hand to apologize. "I'm sorry, my mistake." In my heart, I'm curious. Who dares to do this? Actually, the gang of blood launderers, more than once?

Bell groaned at his apology, adding: "I heard that these people may also be traffickers, because they eat black. Every time I wipe out the goods and money of those gangs. "

Luke thought, and he couldn't help thinking: This Why is it a little like the idea I'm playing with?

He thought about sacking the gang of traffickers.

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