The little tattoos on the necks and arms of the pair in the Toyota sedan are enough to show that they are not very good things.
Tattoos are not uncommon. Anyone from a young girl to an old man in his fifties or sixties will probably get one when he is in a good mood.
For those who are more interested, there are also many tattoos on the arm and half of the body.
But the two tattoos are different.
In Los Angeles, no one dares to get a tattoo like this.
Some people dare to tattoo randomly, and the technicians in general tattoo parlors dare not randomly tattoo these patterns with special meaning on people.
The number of crosses on the church steeple pattern represents their seniority, the subtle difference of the crown on the cross represents their division of labor in the gang, and the number of black blood droplets dripping from the crown represents the people they have killed.
In Los Angeles, where there are a lot of dead young people, there are really people who dare to scribble patterns, crosses, and blood drops, but such idiots generally don't survive a week.
With this kind of tattoo, when walking in certain blocks, the car may suddenly stop on the side, and someone on it will ask: "Where are you from?"
Don't think that this is a normal strike-up. Accompanied by this seemingly ordinary question, it is likely that a black hole is aimed at the person being asked and opened fire crazily.
Because since the tattoo proves that this person has a high status and kills a lot, but he swaggers into the territory of the tattooed opponent, then the opponent will definitely kill him with extremely vicious means to show his determination to maintain the territory.
The two ambushers were also quite careful.
They were all wearing long-sleeved shirts, and the cuffs and collar buttons were still used, except for the faint edges of tattoos on the neck and wrist.
It's a pity that Luke's self-made small program quickly compared the corner of the tattoo with the gang's tattoo in the database, and the matching rate with the tattoo of a certain gang was as high as 80%.
Moreover, considering the appearance and temperament of these two, why did they stay outside the dea building all the time
Although the United States claims to be free and democratic, in fact, people who should not appear in a certain area really rarely appear in a certain area.
Even if they appear, they should be passing by, and those who linger will basically have problems.
This is not China, you can stay where you want if you don't break the law.
In areas with a good public security environment, whoever dares to dress like a homeless wanderer will be checked by a patrol car if they see it, and there is no need to find anyone who has violated the law.
Taxpayers and poor people are two kinds of existence.
Therefore, the safety of taxpayers must be guaranteed, and the unstable factors of the poor should be wisely removed from good places.
This situation can be referred to Rambo in the first blood.
Of course Luke wouldn't help the patrol, he just leaned his head and watched the surveillance screen with Selena.
"Compare it with the information in the database, and check the gang members in Latin America first." He said.
Selena hummed, and her hands were already moving.
In less than five minutes, she let out a chuckle: "These two guys are really not clean."
In the two photos obviously taken in prison, there are two people in the Toyota car over there.
Now that Luke has the support from top to bottom of the police station, he has long thought of a way to copy some information from the police station.
Of course, this behavior must be against the rules, and he did not have permission.
These things, he set up a small database in the car, mainly for various sensitive people in the local area, the content is mainly gang members, and he did not dare to put other materials in the car.
In case of being suspected, if he finds the gang member information, he can still say that he collected it himself, and it will be difficult to explain the information of those powerful people.
On the tablet, the names of the two people are impressive: Domingo Torres, Palladia Mendoza.
These two hardcore members of a certain gang not only have criminal records, but also have several serious injury records. They are now on parole, but they have not contacted the parole officer for several months.
In other words, it would be no problem for Luke and the two to go forward and arrest the two of them directly.
Of course Luke wouldn't be so wasteful. The two of them are at best absconded by jumping bail now, and they will only spend a few more years in prison if they are caught.
Or interrupt them when you want them to start the action.
Killing a police officer is a felony.
Even if it fails, most lawyers will not be willing to take on this kind of work. They will be blacklisted by the police system, and it will be difficult to gain connections in the police system in the future.
The strength of a lawyer depends largely on the close relationship with the local police and judges, and most of the local prosecutors responsible for prosecution are transferred by the police system.
Being on the blacklist of the police station is tantamount to breaking up with the local prosecutor, which is definitely not conducive to the long-term business of lawyers.
After Luke said a few words to Selena, she picked up the phone and dialed Palmer's number: "Palmer, it's me, Selena. Are you off work? Hurry up. We have something to do I want to talk to you, how about going to have dinner together, don't bother you? Okay, we will wait for you at the exit of the parking lot."
After hanging up the phone, Selena made a two-handed gesture: "It's done, she said she will come out in twenty minutes."
Luke smiled and nodded: "I'll leave the car to you, and pass on information about the surroundings 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 of the car.
Selena moved to the driver's seat, and while watching the surveillance screen, she drove the car towards the exit of the dea parking lot.
After getting off the car, Luke leisurely walked towards Dea's office building.
While walking, he glanced around casually, looking like a middle-school boy with excess energy, wandering the street.
A young Caucasian woman in tight sportswear, with a white towel around her neck, a pedometer on her wrist, and a headphone cable flicking in the deep groove of her chest ran up from behind him, overtook him, and continued to move forward.
The healthy light wheat-colored skin, the beating arc, is full of youthful and healthy breath.
Luke blew a short whistle and paid attention.
The beautiful woman who was running couldn't hear her at all, and continued her jogging journey.
Luke also followed with a smile and ran.
He didn't get close either, and from five meters away, his eyes fell on the tight sweatpants of the running beauty from time to time.
Well, it sure is strong! He muttered in his heart.
Following the running beauty, Luke moved forward all the way, and finally stopped reluctantly at a street corner.
Watching the big and round part gradually move away, he walked slowly to the side of the road with a regretful look, fumbled out two coins, sat down on the steps, opened the tab, and took a big gulp.
Hiccupping comfortably, he hummed "baby-got-bak" softly.
"ilike big butts sandian notlie
youotherbrotheantdeny
thathenagirllksinithanittybittyaist
and around things in your fae…”
At this time, a running beauty passed in front of him again.
Hispanic ancestry, a backless sports bra and a round figure under shorts, and... Well, the standard hot personality: "Hooligan!"
Luke: ⊙o⊙
The beauty also turned her head to look at him, her eyes fluttering, and she chuckled twice.