The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2569: Xiao Xiao Down (Fifty-three)

"What the hell, what's the commotion in the middle of the night? Ah, Chief, you're here."

The originally serious tall police officer immediately smiled, but Gordon didn't have time to joke with him. He walked inside across the cordon and asked, "What's going on? Why did a large-scale fight break out? What do your people do?"

The tall police officer showed a bitter face and said, "Who knows what these bastards are doing?! They are not sleeping in the middle of the night and come here to fight."

"What about the casualties?"

"Two people died and more than a dozen were injured. Now the two sides are in a ceasefire. Our negotiation experts are trying to persuade both sides, but there has been no success so far."

Gordon glanced at him impatiently, and the tall subordinate immediately felt frightened.

This sheriff who has gone through Gotham's darkest years is no longer a pebble that floats up and down with the waves, but a reef that has stood on the coastline for millions of years, tall, silent, resolute, unshakable and indestructible.

The astonishing power he carries is like the fossilized footprints of a giant beast that have been unearthed, allowing people to glimpse the footprints of the turbulent era in which hundreds of boats competed across the long river of history.

Gordon stopped, turned around and looked at his subordinates following him and said, "Find a local who understands."

Everyone immediately dispersed, preferring to deal with thugs rather than say a word to the furious Gordon.

Soon a man was brought over. He seemed a little nervous, but still gave Gordon a bright smile.

Gordon looked him up and down, and the tall officer who was holding him said, "Black Martin, they say he's a know-it-all here."

"Hello, Sheriff. Hello." Black Martin nodded and bowed, and took out a cigarette to light it for Gordon.

Gordon waved his hand, refused his cigarette and said, "I don't have time to joke with you. Tell me the truth, what's going on here? How can it be like this?"

Martin also showed a bitter face, scratched his head and said: "I also find it strange, Sheriff, it was fine during the day, but it became like this when I came back after delivering a batch of goods."

"It was fine during the day?" Gordon obviously disagreed with this statement and asked, "What about yesterday and the day before yesterday?"

Martin immediately showed a hesitant expression.

Gordon sighed and said, "I can tell you, if this continues, this market will never open again. I will keep this place closed for as long as they fight. Let's see who dies first, or you fail to pay the rent first."

"No, no, no, please don't do that, Sheriff. You're a good man, you can't do that!" Martin immediately raised his voice and said, "There are so many vendors in this market, we can't let them all starve to death."

"You also know that they don't want to starve to death, so tell me quickly, what's going on with those two idiots?"

Martin sighed and said, "If you trace it back that far, there is indeed a problem. It was probably a few months ago..."

"months ago?!"

"About two or three months." Martin took a puff of his cigarette, cleared his throat, spat to the side, tapped the ground with his toes and said, "Two and a half months ago, yes, two and a half months... a group of strangers appeared around here. I mean Mexicans."

"I grew up in this area, and I know all the Mexicans here. Some of them were former gang thugs, and some were illegal immigrants like me who came here in the past two years. But in short, they are all acquaintances."

"But two and a half months ago, a group of unknown guys came here. They looked quite wealthy. They bought up the stalls on the entire street and drove away all the vendors who approached."

"Unknown origin?"

"Yes, I'm sure they didn't come here illegally." Martin took a deep breath and said, "As you know, most of the smugglers who smuggle people to the United States are Mexicans. The demand is so great over there that I deliberately made good friends with them when I came here. I can't say that I have all their connections, but I have gotten to know a lot of them."

"After the group arrived, I immediately called the people at the border and they all said they had never seen anything. Could it be that they still ship by sea these days?"

"I don't understand, so I didn't provoke them. But the locals are not so easy to bully. They took up the territory right away and didn't bow down. Who can tolerate them?"

"Local people came to cause trouble several times. At first, the two sides were evenly matched. Later, for some reason, the brother of a boss disappeared. They have always suspected that it was done by that gang, but they have no evidence."

"If you ask me why the two sides suddenly started fighting, I think it might be the strangers who came later who did it, and the locals found evidence. They had tolerated these people for a long time, so they might use this as an excuse to drive them out."

Gordon didn't question the time, place, cause, process, result, etc. like a normal policeman. Instead, he took a breath and said, "There must be a reason why these people dare to be so arrogant, right? Who is their backer?"

Martin immediately smiled and made a money gesture with his hand. Gordon snorted coldly, took out a roll of dollars from his pocket, stuffed it into Martin's hand, curled his lips and said, "Don't complain about the small amount. Everyone is having a hard time now."

"No way, you are so magnanimous. I promise to explain this to you clearly."

Martin simply squatted on the ground, which was his most comfortable position. He counted the money in his hand and said, "The locals don't understand where these wealthy and arrogant guys came from, but I have figured out something."

"Nowadays, all walks of life are not making money, and the rich are also saving money. There are not many people who are generous, but this group of people spend money without any scruples, as if they have a grudge against money and can't wait to spend all the money."

"Based on my years of experience, this shows that their money came from an illegal source and needs to be exchanged for something as soon as possible, otherwise they may be dragged down."

"For ordinary people, I would suspect that they are money laundering, but this group of people doesn't look like that. To put it bluntly, I feel that they can't even count the money, so it's impossible for them to be someone's black gloves."

"Then there is only one possibility left. The only criminals who can still make money these days are drug dealers."

Gordon crossed his arms and sighed. He had to admit that what Martin said was right. It was difficult to work in any industry now, including the criminal industry. You couldn't get money by robbing, and you couldn't steal anything good by stealing.

Among large-scale organized crimes, the most profitable is smuggling, followed by drug trafficking. In addition, everyone is under a lot of pressure and in a bad mental state nowadays, so many people want to find some fun to relieve stress, and drugs are the cheapest way to do it.

New Jersey's anti-drug laws are not strict, but they have not reached the point of legalization. After Gordon took office, he cracked down on organized crime, and local drug dealers were basically in trouble, but drugs still flowed in.

Gordon also knew that this thing could not be banned completely, so he just left a loophole as long as it didn't cause large-scale chaos. Otherwise, those crazy drug addicts would cause even bigger trouble.

This would explain why these new Mexicans are rich and arrogant, yet seem sneaky; they are an emerging drug trafficking group that can bully most people, but at the same time they are not sure they can beat the Gotham Police Department, which is why they are in this state.

"Where do the drugs come from?" Gordon asked.

Martin waved his hand and said, "I don't know, Sheriff. You can't ask me this question, and I can't answer it. Otherwise, both of us will be in trouble."

Seeing his attitude, Gordon couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He said, "Forget about you. After all, you still have to make a living here. It's normal to be afraid of their revenge. But you said me, you don't think I'm afraid of a few small drug dealers, right?!"

"That's not the case, but this group of people... how should I put it... they have a powerful backer, so why don't you just stop asking."

The more Martin said this, the more suspicious Gordon became. He waved to his subordinate and took out a roll of US dollars from his trouser pocket. This roll was much thicker than the one he had just taken out.

In the end, Martin kept waving his hands, muttering that he had the chance to earn money but not the chance to spend it.

Gordon saw that the situation was not right, so he took Martin to the car. Martin said with a bitter face: "It's useless to bring me here. Everyone knows that you are here to question me. If you shoot me tomorrow, I will die without a burial place."

"Don't worry. Since you said that he is a powerful backer, I won't be so impulsive as to alert the enemy. I know that it is nothing more than involving some people who you think are impossible to deal with."

"But I am the chief of the Gotham Police Department after all. I have connections that you can't even imagine. If I really want to take action, I won't give them a chance to react."

Martin seemed to be struggling with himself for a long time. He stared at Gordon sitting in the front seat through the rearview mirror of the car and said sincerely: "Of course I believe you will fight against evil to the end, because you did so before. That's why I can stand here and talk to you."

"People here think this way. It's not easy to make a living here, but we can make a living because if someone comes to steal our jobs, we can even call the police to redress our grievances like human beings, instead of being beaten to death and thrown into the sewer like dogs."

"But it's not that simple, Sheriff. I'm from Guadalajara."

As soon as the last word came out, Gordon's brows twisted into a line, and he immediately realized what Martin was talking about.

"Are you related to the rebels?"

Martin did not continue to talk about this topic, but said: "In my hometown, drug dealers are more powerful than God. In the past, we had to plant whatever they told us to plant. If anyone dared to disobey, they would burn him and his family together."

"It is precisely because I grew up in this environment that I know that their current sneaky state is not because they have a change of heart, but because someone makes them afraid."

"Since you know they are afraid of me, why are you hiding it?" Gordon asked.

"Of course it's because I don't want you to get involved in these things. Since you know the Revolutionary Army, you know the weight of this struggle. Once you get involved, you will never be able to get out of it."

Martin put his hands on the front seat, looked into Gordon's eyes in the rearview mirror with his bright eyes and said, "You can just treat this as a simple fight instead of paying attention to the identity of one of the parties, right?"

Martin's hint was obvious, and Gordon completely understood what he meant. The appearance of this group of drug dealers in Gotham must be related to the situation in Mexico. So far, the situation in Mexico is still a quagmire that even major powers dare not blatantly interfere in.

Gordon has done his best in Gotham's police system and has become the stinkiest, hardest rock.

But throwing this tall reef on the coast into the entire universe is still just an insignificant grain of sand. The danger of this matter is far beyond the scope of justice that Gordon can preside over. Martin doesn't want him to get involved. He hopes that he will continue to protect the peace as usual.

What will Gordon choose?

How else can this stubborn stone be chosen?

Gordon paused for a second, stood up and took out a pack of cigarettes from the door grid, then adjusted his sitting posture and leaned back in relaxation. When the aroma of good cigarettes filled the interior of the car, Martin sniffed.

Gordon bit the cigarette in his mouth with one of his canine teeth, passed the remaining cigarette to Martin across the seat, took the cigarette out of his mouth with his rough fingers, exhaled a puff of smoke and said:

"Everyone's life is hard right now. That's all. Tell me about it."