The two men showed their IDs and temporarily deposited their belongings at the front desk of the New York Police Department headquarters. Then they asked about the office location of the Organized Crime Control Bureau before going there.
After running around the largest local police agency in the United States for dozens of minutes, Elsa and Luke finally found their contact person, Belit Joel, a team leader of the Organized Crime Control Bureau.
This Belit's police rank was only a police captain, just one level higher than Luke and the others.
The West District Police Department in Los Angeles attaches great importance to this case because the death of a popular young star in the area could easily spread the impact.
But to the New York Police Department, Sergei Mazanov is just one of the countless black gangs in New York. His strength is at most third-rate and nothing big.
Belit was sent to take charge of this case because Sergei was among the gang he was responsible for targeting.
Facing his two Los Angeles colleagues, he didn't look very good.
To use the words Elsa used when she was having dinner with Luke that night, it was like a pile of shit. It was obvious that this Belit was not happy about Luke and the other two coming to interfere in his case.
Looking at the two men's slightly bulging armpits, Belit said coldly: "I want to remind you two that you have no law enforcement authority here. It's best not to use your guns, otherwise it will be very troublesome."
Elsa looked calm. She was considered an old hand and this was not her first time handling a case. She was used to seeing all kinds of faces.
Luke didn't care.
Without law enforcement powers, the most you can do is not to use guns on your own initiative.
If the situation really came to a head, would he just stand there like an idiot? As long as the other party pointed a gun at him, he, as an ordinary citizen, also had the right to resist.
Then the two were sent away, but Elsa asked, "Excuse me, when will the operation begin?"
Belit frowned. "This is a confidential operation. I have no comment."
Elsa didn't buy his trick: "Excuse me, are you going to solve the case alone?"
Belit choked.
If he dared to say yes, he would definitely be criticized.
The West Los Angeles Police Department sent Luke and the other man over to jointly investigate the case, but that came at a price.
The exact price was unknown, but if Belit dared to exclude Luke and the other two from the case completely, he would be in trouble.
Belit was silent for a moment before saying, "You can find an empty desk here. I'll let you know if anything happens."
Elsa nodded.
She just had to make sure that Belit wouldn't be stupid enough to leave the two of them alone and capture Sergei.
As the two were about to leave, Belit added, "The arrest operation will take at least three to five days to plan. You can take a rest for a few days."
The two nodded to show that they understood, then went out to the hall and found an empty desk to sit down.
Elsa looked at Luke: "How do you feel? Are you angry?"
Luke shook his head: "If they go to our place, they will be treated the same way. There is nothing to be angry about."
Elsa smiled and nodded: "Yes, I'm here to do the work, that's it. Anyway, we don't have the final say in this case, so just wait patiently."
Luke shrugged, rolling his eyes. “I’ll go find a place to stay and take your luggage with me.”
Of course Elsa agreed.
If any other newcomer had come along, they would have definitely done the same things, but Luke's performance on the plane shocked her, so she didn't say anything.
Now that Luke had taken the initiative to propose it, she certainly wouldn't object.
Luke came out, took their luggage, and found the phone number of the black female driver, Bell, and called her: "Hello, Bell? I'm the Luke who took your car just now. Yes, I want to find a cheap and comfortable hotel to stay for a few days, close to the New York Police Department headquarters. Do you have any good suggestions? Oh, okay. As long as it's suitable, I'm willing to give you a tip of $100 in addition to the fare."
Soon, the Bell came over.
Apparently, she was nearby.
He greeted Luke warmly and Luke got on the passenger seat. This treatment was not available to ordinary people and taxi drivers were also very afraid of being robbed.
He smiled and high-fived her: "Hey, you really are a racer, how come you're here so quickly."
Bell was very happy.
Generally speaking, white people don't treat black female drivers like her in a good manner.
Luke was a young man who was barely handsome in appearance and had a gentle and likable attitude. Bell liked him very much.
Along the way, Luke started chatting with Bell.
Bell is indeed a local expert. In her own words, she is familiar with almost every place in New York City.
But the most familiar ones are Brooklyn and Queens, while Manhattan is slightly worse.
Luke understood.
The Brooklyn area that she was familiar with was a black area, and Queens was not much better, not to mention Manhattan, which was a place full of rich people. There were definitely not many people who would call her taxi, and even fewer would order the cheap takeout she had delivered before.
Luke had his own plan in mind, and while chatting with Bell, he changed the subject to the traffickers.
Bell is obviously an outlier among black people. She is diligent and hardworking, and works seriously. The only slightly illegal hobby she has is racing, but compared with traffickers and violent crimes, this is undoubtedly child's play.
The black man spoke quickly and without much scheming, and he blurted out a lot of information about the traffickers.
Luke could barely remember.
How many of them are there? Twenty-seven or thirty-one gangs of traffickers
This is just the trafficking gang in Brooklyn, Bell hasn't even had time to talk about the ones in Queens.
Luke sighed in his heart: As expected, the bigger the city, the more fat sheep there are.
Suddenly, his ears moved.
"In recent years, it is said that someone has been specifically targeting them and has killed many traffickers. Although they are not those big gangs, many small gangs of more than ten people were heard to be killed overnight." Bell's face was full of excitement.
Luke exclaimed, "Aren't you angry?" African Americans are definitely the largest group in Brooklyn gangs.
The percentage of African Americans who haven't committed crimes in Brooklyn is a bit low. Is it really a good thing that Bell talks about this so happily
Bell glared at him in dissatisfaction. "Hey! You have to understand that they are all scum who do all kinds of evil. Besides, many Eastern European and Latin American gangs have been killed. Anyway, anyone who sells illegal drugs has been killed. This group of people doesn't care what race the dealer is from."
Luke raised his hand to apologize: "Sorry, my bad." But he was curious. Who dared to do this? How could he massacre a gang of traffickers more than once
Bell snorted at his apology and added an insider tip: "I heard that this group of people might also be traffickers, because they rob other gangs. Every time they take away all the goods and money of those gangs."
Luke was thoughtful and couldn't help muttering in his heart: This... is a bit like what I was thinking
He had long thought about robbing the gang of traffickers.
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