The few tattoos on the necks and arms of the two men in the Toyota sedan were enough to show that they were not good people.
Tattoos are not uncommon. From young girls to old men in their fifties or sixties, anyone can get one if they are in a good mood.
Those who are more passionate about this have tattoos on their arms or half of their bodies.
But the tattoos of these two people are different.
In Los Angeles, no one dares to get this kind of tattoo.
Some people dare to tattoo randomly, but technicians in general tattoo shops do not dare to tattoo these patterns with special meanings on people at will.
The number of crosses on the church spire pattern represents their seniority, the subtle differences in the crowns on the crosses represent their division of labor within the gang, and the number of black blood drops dripping from the crowns represents the number of people they have killed.
Of course, in Los Angeles, where there are a lot of young people seeking death, there are people who dare to tattoo random patterns, crosses, and blood drops, but such idiots usually don't survive more than a week.
If you walk down certain streets with this tattoo, a car might suddenly stop and someone in the car might ask, "Where are you from?"
Don’t think this is a normal pick-up. This seemingly ordinary question may be accompanied by a black gun muzzle pointing at the person being asked and firing wildly.
Because since the tattoo proves that this person has a high status and has killed many people, but he swaggers into the territory of the tattooed enemy, the opponent will definitely use extremely brutal means to kill him to show his determination to protect his territory.
The two ambushers were quite careful.
They all wore long-sleeved shirts with buttons on their cuffs and collars, with only the edges of tattoos faintly visible on their necks and wrists.
Unfortunately, Luke's homemade applet quickly compared the edges of the tattoo with the gang tattoos in the database, and found that the tattoo matched that of a certain small gang by more than 80%.
Moreover, given their looks and temperament, why would they stay one street away from the DEA building
Although the United States claims to be a free and democratic country, in reality, people who should not be in a certain area rarely appear in that area.
Even if they appear, they should just be passing by. If they linger around, there basically is something wrong.
This is not China. As long as it is not against the law, you can stay wherever you want.
In areas with good public security, anyone who dares to dress like a homeless person and wanders around will be stopped and questioned by a patrol car, without having to find out who has committed any illegal act.
Taxpayers and the poor are two different entities.
Therefore, the safety of taxpayers must be guaranteed, and the destabilizing factor of the poor should be wisely eliminated from good places.
This situation can be referred to as Rambo in First Blood.
Of course Luke wouldn't help the patrolman. He just leaned over and watched the surveillance footage with Selina.
"Compare it with the information in the database and start by checking the Latin American gang members," he said.
Selina hummed and started moving her hands.
Less than five minutes later, she chuckled, "These two guys really have a dirty background."
The two photos that were obviously taken in prison show the two people in the Toyota over there.
Luke now has the support of the police department from top to bottom, and has long found a way to copy some of the police department's information.
Of course, this behavior is definitely against the rules, and he didn't get permission.
He made a small database of these things in the car, which was mainly aimed at various sensitive people in the local area and the content was mainly gang members. He did not dare to put other information in the car.
If he were to be suspected and the gang members' information was discovered, he could still say that he had collected it himself, but it would be difficult for him to explain the information on those powerful people.
On the tablet, two names were clearly visible: Domingo Torres and Paradia Mendoza.
These two core members of a certain gang not only have criminal records, but also have several cases of serious assault on their record. They are now on parole and have not contacted their parole officers for several months.
In other words, it would be no problem for Luke and the other man to just go up and arrest these two.
Of course Luke wouldn't waste it. The most they could do now is jump bail and if they were caught they would just have to spend a few more years in jail.
Or you should let them start to act before interrupting them.
Killing a police officer is a felony.
Even if the attempt fails, most lawyers would not be willing to take such a job, as it would put them on the police system's blacklist, and it would be difficult to use connections in the police system in the future.
A lawyer's power largely depends on how close his relationship with the local police and judges is, and the local prosecutors (DA) responsible for prosecution are mostly transferred from the police system.
Being on the police blacklist is equivalent to breaking up with the local prosecutor, which is definitely not conducive to a lawyer's long-term business.
Luke said a few words to Selina, and she picked up the phone and dialed Palmer's number: "Palmer, it's me, Selina. Are you off work? It's almost time. We have something we want to talk to you about. Why don't we go have dinner together and not disturb you? Okay, we'll meet you at the parking lot exit."
After hanging up the phone, Selina made a two sign and said, "Done. She said she'll be out in twenty minutes."
Luke smiled and nodded: "I'll leave the car to you. Please report the surrounding information to me at any time." As he spoke, he took out a wireless headset and put it on, then pushed the door and got out.
Selina moved to the driver's seat and drove the car to the exit of the DEA parking lot while watching the surveillance footage.
After getting off the car, Luke walked leisurely towards the DEA's office building.
As he walked, he glanced around casually, looking like a middle school boy with excess energy strolling on the street.
A young white woman wearing tight sportswear, a white towel around her neck, a pedometer on her wrist, and the wires of her earphones swinging in the cleavage of her chest ran up from behind him, passed him, and continued forward.
The healthy light wheat-colored skin and the dancing and joyful curves are full of youthful and healthy breath.
Luke blew a short whistle and saluted.
The beautiful lady who was running couldn't hear anything and continued her jogging.
Luke also followed with a smile and started running.
He didn't get closer, but stood five meters away, his eyes occasionally falling on the tight sweatpants of the jogging beauty.
Well, it must be very strong! He muttered to himself.
Following this beautiful running girl, Luke walked forward and finally stopped reluctantly at a street corner.
Watching the big, round part gradually moving away, he walked slowly to the side of the road with a look of regret, fumbled out two coins, and bought a can of Dr. Pepper from a vending machine. He sat down on the steps, opened the pull ring, and took a big gulp.
He burped comfortably and hummed "Baby-got-back" softly.
“i like big butts and i cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
that when a girl walkswithitty bitty waist
and a round thingyour face…”
At this time, a beautiful woman running passed by him again.
Hispanic ancestry, a toned and round body in a backless sports bra and shorts, and... well, a standard hot personality: "Ruffian!"
Luke: ⊙o⊙
The beautiful lady turned her head to look at him, her eyes flickering as she chuckled twice.