The two showed their IDs, temporarily deposited their belongings at the front desk of the New York Police Department headquarters, and then asked about the office location of the Organized Crime Control Bureau, and the two found it.
After running for dozens of minutes in the largest local police agency in the United States, Elsa and Luke finally found the matchmaker this time - Belit Joel, a team leader of the Organized Crime Control Bureau.
This Belit's police rank is only a sheriff, just one rank higher than Luke and the other two.
The Los Angeles West District Police Department attaches great importance to this case because a popular star in the area died, and the influence is easy to spread.
For the New York Police Department, Sergey Mazanov is just one of the countless black gangs in New York, with the most powerful third-rate gangs, and it's no big deal at all.
Belit was sent to deal with this case because Sergey was among the gangs he was in charge of tracking.
Facing his two counterparts in Los Angeles, his complexion was not very good.
To use Elsa's words when they had dinner with Luke at night, it was like a flying lump. Obviously, Belit didn't like Luke and Luke coming to intervene in his case.
Looking at the slightly bulging armpits of the two, Belit just said coldly: "I want to remind you two that you have no law enforcement authority here. You'd better not use your guns, otherwise it will be very troublesome."
Elsa's complexion was as usual, and she was considered an old fritter. It was not the first time she came out to handle a case, and she had long been used to various complexions.
Luke didn't care either.
Without the right to enforce the law, the most is that you can't take the initiative to fire a gun.
When it really comes to a critical moment, will he just stand there stupidly? 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 action start?"
Belit frowned: "Confidential operation, no comment."
Elsa didn't like him: "Excuse me, are you going to solve the case alone?"
Belit choked.
If he dared to say yes, he would definitely drop the talk.
The Los Angeles West District Police Department sent Luke and the two to jointly handle the case, and it paid a price.
The specific price is unknown, but if Belit dares to completely exclude Luke from the case, he will be in bad luck.
Belit was silent for a moment before saying: "You can find an empty desk here, and I will notify you if there is a situation."
Elsa nodded.
She just needs to be sure that Belit will not be stupid, and leave the two of them alone to catch Sergey.
The two were about to leave, and Belit added later: "The arrest operation will take at least three to five days to plan, and you can rest for a few days."
The two nodded to show that they understood, and then they went out and sat down at an empty desk in the hall outside.
Elsa looked at Luke: "How do you feel? Will you be very angry?"
Luke shook his head: "If they went to our place, they would receive the same treatment. There is nothing to be angry about."
Elsa smiled and nodded: "Yes, come out to do business, that's it. Anyway, we don't care about this case, just wait with peace of mind."
Luke shrugged, his eyes rolled: "I'll find a place to stay first, and take your luggage there by the way."
Elsa of course agrees.
If other newcomers followed, they would definitely have to do these things, but Luke's performance on the plane surprised her, so she didn't say anything.
Now that Luke took the initiative to propose, of course she would not object.
Luke came out, took their luggage, found out the phone number of the black female driver, Bell, and called: "Hello, Bell? I'm the Luke who took your car just now. Yes, I want to find a A cheap and comfortable hotel for a few days, close to the New York Police Department headquarters, do you have any good suggestions? Oh, yes. As long as it is suitable, I am willing to tip you a hundred dollars in addition to the fare."
Soon, that Bell came over.
Apparently, she was nearby.
Greeting Luke warmly, Luke got into the co-pilot, which is not treated like an ordinary person, and the taxi driver is also very afraid of being robbed.
He smiled and gave her a high-five: "Hey, you are indeed a racing driver, why are you here so quickly?"
Bell was delighted.
Generally speaking, white people don't treat her like a black female driver very well.
Luke was a young man, barely handsome in appearance, with a gentle and pleasant attitude. Bell liked him very much.
Along the way, Luke chatted with Bell.
Bell is indeed a local snake. In her own words, she knows almost every place in the New York City area very well.
It's just that the most familiar ones are Brooklyn and Queens, and Manhattan is slightly worse.
Luke understood.
The Brooklyn area she is familiar with is a black area, Queens is not much better, let alone Manhattan, a place with a lot of rich people, there must not be many people calling her taxi, let alone order her to deliver The cheap takeaway.
Luke had a small plan in mind, and now he was chatting with Bell, so he turned the topic to the businessman.
Bell is obviously an outlier among black people. She works hard and works hard. Her only somewhat illegal hobby is racing, but compared with traffickers and violent crimes, it is undoubtedly a child's play.
The black man spoke fast, without much effort, and blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Luke almost couldn't remember.
How many of these are there? Twenty-seven or thirty-one gangs of traffickers
And that's just the traffickers in Brooklyn, Bell hasn't had time to talk about Queens yet.
Luke sighed in his heart: Sure enough, if the city is big, there will be many fat sheep.
Suddenly, his ears moved.
"In the past few years, it is said that someone has specifically dealt with them and killed many traffickers. Although it is not the big gangs, it is said that many small gangs with more than ten people were killed overnight." Bell's face was full of excitement.
Luke snorted, "Aren't you angry?" There must be the most African-American gangs in Brooklyn.
The proportion of non-criminal people among African-Americans in Brooklyn is a bit low. Is it really good for Bell to talk about this kind of thing so happily
Bell glared at him dissatisfied: "Hey! You have to understand, those are all evil scum. Besides, there are many Eastern European gangs and Hispanic gangs who have been killed. Anyway, as long as they sell illegal drugs, they have all been killed. .This group of people doesn’t care what race the traffickers are from.”
Luke raised his hand to apologize: "I'm sorry, it's my fault." But he became curious in his heart, who would dare to do this? Actually bloodbathed the gang of dealers more than once
Bell snorted twice in response to his apology, and added another piece of inside information: "I heard that this group of people may also be traffickers, because they eat black people. Every time they wiped out the goods and money of those gangs. "
Luke was thoughtful, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: This... why is it a bit like my idea
He had long thought of looting the gang of traffickers.
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