After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

This answer.

Vette, who was driving, was stunned. He was about to veer out of the lane before he realized what he was doing.

As an American policeman who just wants to get by, Witte never thinks that finding the murderer is more important than his own life.

Or.

Currently, basically all American police officers do not have such special ideas.

So what if the murderer is not found? It's just a few scoldings from the victim's family and some mild pressure from the superiors.

You only have one life.

If you risk your own life just to find clues, cutting your head is the stupidest thing to do.

Therefore.

When facing a criminal, even if there is a chance of being captured alive, once the criminal is seen wanting to attack the police, even if the criminal is just holding a wooden stick.

Most American police officers will not hesitate to take out their pistols and perform a series of special Miai attacks before emptying the magazine.

If it weren't for the current huge pressure on the Morgan consortium, and if it failed to resolve this matter, it might have been liquidated by the old Morgan.

The New York Police Department won't work so hard.

Just like the DNA results that usually cannot be produced in a week, now in less than a few hours, not only can they be completely produced, but the identity can also be determined through the database.

The most important thing is...if this sentence comes from Su Ming's mouth, Werther will definitely not be surprised.

Because, to be trusted so much by Old Morgan, Su Ming must have something special about him.

But now, the person next to me... has a noticeable beer belly. He is probably very pampered in the Longguo Police Station, and very few police officers on the front line say so.

Jean Werther is a little weird.

Can a police officer who was able to hook up with Walker in just a few hours really have such a high level of consciousness?

Is finding the murderer more important than your own life?

Think of this.

Witte only felt that his mood was getting heavier and heavier. According to the idea of ​​the police officer next to him, he was afraid that there would be big problems when he went to the core neighborhood of Lame Gang.

But Witt didn't dare to turn around and go back to the New York Police Department.

If he really did this, he would probably be liquidated by the Morgan consortium the next day and be sunk into New York Harbor like little Morgan.

With one free hand he touched the pistol at his waist, Werther felt a little more secure in his heart, and then he didn't dare to look at Liu Yang anymore, and continued speaking bravely.

"I understand what you mean, Officer Liu."

"In order to dig out the necessary clues, I should communicate first later. This will not only avoid a lot of conflicts, but also get the clues you want faster."

Hear this.

Liu Yang turned his head and looked at Werther who was driving seriously. Seeing that he was still driving with a serious look on his face, he stopped saying anything.

I started to close my eyes and rest my mind, thinking carefully about the questions I should ask later.

......

Half an hour later.

Three police cars have already arrived in the slum neighborhoods of Manhattan.

On both sides of the road.

You can already clearly see... there are many charities distributing breakfast, and many black homeless people are queuing up to check today's free breakfast, as if they can't wait.

Some homeless homeless people who are optimistic and cheerful and seem to enjoy this kind of life will even yell at the community staff who distribute the breakfast after receiving the free lunch.

God bless you!

Although many places in the United States are full of problems, we have to admit...even if you don't work and become a homeless person, you can basically survive without starving to death by begging for food in the United States.

You can even enjoy a cup of coffee from time to time, or a last-minute pizza from some well-known brands.

In addition to the homeless people queuing up for breakfast, you can also see a lot of drug addicts on the roadside, standing in various places with dull eyes and empty steps.

Some people even sucked out hallucinations, took off their pants and stood in the middle of the road.

If foreigners who don't understand American neighborhood culture see it, they will probably wonder...whether the United States is hiding the zombie outbreak.

After the car arrived in a slum neighborhood.

The speed is obviously much slower, and from time to time I have to avoid the drug addicts standing on both sides of the road, smoking their heads.

When the car drove to a dilapidated indoor basketball stadium.

Werther stepped on the brakes, looked sideways at Liu Yang beside him, and pointed forward to signal.

"Hey, Officer Liu."

"We have arrived at the core neighborhood of the Crip Gang and the base camp where they usually gather for gatherings."

As soon as these words came out.

Liu Yang and the three people in the back row looked at the dilapidated indoor basketball stadium in front of them.

The entire basketball stadium is full of traces of time. Most of the outer walls have fallen off. It is estimated that the entire wall of windows together cannot fit into a single piece of glass.

Various graffiti were painted on it, the most notable one being graffiti of male and female private parts.

And that's not the most exaggerated thing...the iron gate at the front entrance of the basketball stadium is full of various bullet holes, and even some of the punctured places were covered with white tape.

This is quite an impactful picture.

Even though Liu Yang, Bai Yu and Guo Ping have never studied in the United States, they still clearly feel how vulgar and inferior this so-called underground gang culture is.

Coming from a neighborhood like this, it's no wonder that the lyrics of famous black rappers are full of violence, pornography and drugs.

But as Liu Yang said before, the more chaotic the place, the more it means they are in the right place.

As long as you investigate thoroughly, there is definitely a high probability of digging up clues about the poker organization.

now.

Seeing that Liu Yang and others were not as surprised or nervous as he thought when they saw this basketball gym, Witte shrugged boringly and explained to himself.

"Back when the Crip Gang had not replaced its boss, this indoor basketball stadium was not like this."

"At least, there are famous stars like Blue in this basketball gym, and there are members who come to perform regular maintenance every once in a while."

"But now... I guess the basketball hoop inside is almost rusty. A group of people only care about flying leaves and having fun. How can they think about using gangs as a springboard to become the upper class elite."

"Just like now, I don't know what those people are doing inside. Maybe they're flying leaves, maybe they're gambling, or they're engaging in some kind of underground boxing match?"

"I don't know, it's not a good thing."

The words fell.

Bai Yu frowned slightly, then rubbed his chin and asked aloud.

"Officer Witt."

"You mean...many members of the Crip Gang are currently in this dilapidated and abandoned basketball court?"

"But it's so quiet outside, and there aren't even gang members guarding the door. This is completely different from the underground gang I imagined..."

Not finished yet.

The rotten iron door of the basketball stadium not far away was slowly pushed open.

Followed by.

In the sight of several people in the car, two burly black men with dreadlocks carried out a thin black man with dull eyes, dancing, and wet crotch pants.

Then after wandering for a few times, the black man was dropped at the door of the basketball court.

Werther pointed at the black man who was thrown on the ground and shrugged habitually.

"I guess he is another idiot who is so drunk that he can no longer control his peeing."

"Detective Bai, if it looks like this now, is it no different from the underground gang you originally thought of?"