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

Looking at the thin black man being thrown to the ground

Bai Yu couldn't help but frown, and had a clearer understanding of the Cripple Gang.

But judging from criminal investigation techniques and drug performance, the condition of this thin black man is definitely not due to too many flying leaves.

It is a typical state of being in a state where the bladder has atrophied due to excessive intake of high-purity drugs, and the mind has been completely corroded, making him completely unable to control his excrement and urine.

From this point, it has been confirmed again... that the Crip Gang is definitely related to the poker organization.

Otherwise, this so-called Crip Gang alone would definitely not have that many dollars to buy such a large amount of high-purity drugs that any member could smoke.

Then without any hesitation, he hurriedly gave a signal.

"You can get out of the car now. We are in the right place this time."

"If nothing happens, we will definitely be able to dig out clues about the murder of little Morgan here."

"Hurry up, Officer Witt."

Hear this.

Witte, who was waiting for the command of several people, immediately sounded the horn of the police car.

They just left the members who had oversmoked and were about to go in to continue having fun. They didn't notice the two black members who had three police cars in front of them. They were immediately frightened by the sound of horns.

Then they glared ahead with wide eyes, and their enlarged nostrils showed that they were very angry.

But after discovering that it was a New York Police Department police car, the anger that first appeared on his face turned into confusion.

In their impression, even those from the New York Police Department should try their best to avoid visiting the core neighborhood base camp of this underground gang.

Even if a murder occurs, as long as the situation is not amplified by online media, underground gangs will be left to solve the problem themselves or hand over a scapegoat.

Just when the two members were confused, Witte had already unbuckled his seat belt and touched the submachine gun slung around his waist. After it seemed to give him a sense of security, he opened the car door and walked out.

Looking at the two black men in front of the stadium, before he could say anything, one of the black men shouted in a bad tone.

"Werther."

"This is the base camp of the Cripple Gang. What are you, a member of the Blood Gang, doing here? Are you looking for death?"

"Don't think that by becoming a police officer, you can use this status to come to our Crip Gang to cause trouble. Get out of here."

As can be seen.

The two Crip Gang members in front of them didn't take Werther seriously at all.

In other words... he thought he was going to use his identity as a police officer to drive a police car over to help the Blood Gang members regain their place.

The Crips Gang and the Bloods Gang, as the two largest underground gangs in New York City, have experienced a lot of friction and bloodshed during this period. Even before, Witt had used his special status to imprison several small leaders of the Crips Gang. I went to the NYPD for several days.

Of course, when Witt did these things, he was not in the core neighborhood of the Crip Gang, let alone in front of the base camp.

Witte was used to the threats from these gang members and did not get angry because of it. He just patted the submachine gun at his waist and said coldly.

"Get out of here, you idiot."

"This time has nothing to do with the Blood Gang. As a New York Police Department officer, I came to this basketball court to learn about a certain murder case."

"I only give you three seconds to either open the door or go to see God."

Done.

Werther patted the submachine gun on his waist again, indicating that he was not here just to joke.

At the same time, Liu Yang and others, as well as the police officers in the other two police cars, also got out of the car.

Seeing so many people coming, including even yellow people, the police were different from when they were on duty. They even brought submachine guns, obviously they were well prepared.

The two sturdy Crip Gang members turned to look at each other and nodded in unison.

Then one person pulled aside and opened the two iron doors of the indoor basketball court.

Because the iron door had not been maintained for an unknown period of time, it made an extremely harsh squeaking sound when it was pulled open with force.

This sound instantly attracted other members in the basketball court, and they all looked at the door with some doubts.

Werther knew that he could not escape, and he believed that if he tried his best, he might still get a good evaluation, and he would not be implicated even if the murderer was not found.

After nodding to everyone, he took the lead and walked slowly towards the indoor basketball court.

......

As everyone walked to the basketball court.

Liu Yang just took a brief breath and smelled the extremely pungent smell of drugs, mixed with the unbearable smell of sweat, foot odor, body odor, etc.

Look around the entire indoor basketball court at the same time.

Just like what Witt said before, this can no longer be regarded as a basketball court.

Both baskets have been dismantled, leaving only half of the base on the ground. The venue is filled with various gambling tables, pool tables, tools specially used for drug abuse, and even a simple one is surrounded in the middle of the venue. Boxing ring.

The floor of the ring was covered with dried blood, and it was obvious that a lot of boxing matches had been held in this ring.

On both sides of the basketball court, it was roughly estimated that there were more than ten people standing on each side. Altogether... there were nearly a hundred gang members in this indoor basketball court alone.

Many of them had bulging bags on their waists, and they obviously carried pistols with them.

This is only the members at the base camp, and does not include those who go out or are in the neighborhood, but it is enough to show the scale of the Crip Gang.

I have to admit that these black people at the bottom of the slums in the United States are indeed somewhat talented in holding together for warmth.

At least with so many people gathered together, even the New York Police Department would probably be a little wary.

But it also further illustrates... It is absolutely impossible for so many members to have food without the factors of a poker organization.

After continuing to walk into the basketball court and standing next to the boxing ring, Witt looked around at the Crip Gang members on the left and right, who had evil expressions on their faces, and shouted.

"I'm not here to look for trouble, but to get clues about a murder case."

"So I don't want to waste time. Where is Horford, the second-in-command of your Crip Gang? Ask him to come out immediately and cooperate with our police investigation."

The words fell.

The Crip Gang members present did not make any move, but still stared at Werther with unkind eyes.

There were even some members who were obviously addicted and were slowly approaching the crowd.

next second.

"boom!!!"

A sharp gunshot suddenly sounded throughout the indoor basketball stadium...