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

There was a sudden gunshot.

Not only did it make the gang members who were getting closer and closer, they immediately stopped and became much more alert.

Some members even made preparations to flee, obviously reacting greatly to the sound of gunshots.

After all, in a place like the United States, subconsciously avoiding gunshots is a reaction engraved in the bones of many people.

A free and beautiful country with shootings every day.

The sound of the gunshot shocked Werther, and he subconsciously raised the submachine gun at his waist. As an experienced police officer, he would definitely not fire a warning shot in this situation.

Because once it is not handled properly, it is likely to become a large-scale shooting.

Just when the atmosphere was tense for a moment.

An impatient shout came from the crowd on the left.

"Hey, Bro, give in."

"I want to see...which idiot dares to be the first to break into our lame gang's base camp."

As soon as these words came out.

The members of the Crip Gang who were originally gathered together on the left moved away to both sides, revealing a path in the middle.

In the sight of Liu Yang and others, they could clearly see...a bald, muscular man with many tattoos on his face, standing in front of a tent at the end of the stadium.

He pulled up his jeans with one hand, and the pistol held high in his hand was still smoking.

And behind this bald, muscular man, a black girl who was probably just a member of the group showed her head in the tent, covering her chest with her hands and her naked body, pouting in dissatisfaction.

It is clear.

When everyone just entered the indoor basketball court, this bald, muscular man was engaging in some kind of pleasant exercise with the black girl who had her head exposed.

Judging from the expression of the black girl, it seems that she did not have much fun in this exercise.

There were so many members in the indoor basketball court, but this bald, muscular man was able to do that kind of thing in the tent, and no member who had yet to get drunk dared to disturb him.

His status in the gang is already obvious.

Looking at the bald man, Werther immediately raised the submachine gun in his hand and said with cold eyes.

"Horford."

"Throw your damn pistol on the ground."

"You know... just based on your act of shooting just now, I can arrest you and put you in the New York Police Department and let you stay there for a few days."

Hear this.

Horford didn't have any fear on his face. Instead, he showed a mocking expression, and he didn't throw the pistol to the ground.

He put his little finger through the trigger of the pistol, raised his palm and put it in front of himself, widened his eyes and showed a deliberately horrified expression, and said quickly while slowly approaching the crowd.

"Oh, Officer Witte, I'm really scared."

"Come and catch me, hurry up and take me to the New York Police Department."

"I think you have forgotten our American laws? You came to the headquarters of our Crip Gang for no reason. Even if I kill you now, it doesn't seem to be a big deal, right?"

"For no reason?" Although Werther's expression did not give in at all, the submachine gun he had raised now was enough to see the tension in his heart, and he continued to say sternly.

"We suspect that your Crip Gang is related to a murder."

"This is with Sheriff Walker's permission, let us come here to understand relevant matters, I warn you... Cooperation is the only option, don't let things get too ugly."

Although the tone was very strong and cold.

But it can be clearly felt that... Werther lacks confidence, coming to the base camp of such a large underground gang, facing so many members who have just flown over the leaves.

If a member of the hierarchy takes the lead, the situation may escalate quickly.

For these gang members, even if they do something extreme, they will just spend the rest of their lives in prison. Without the death penalty, there is nothing to fear.

Hear the word homicide.

Horford seemed to be interested. He walked to the front of the many gang members on the left, clasped his ear with the hand that was not holding the pistol, and said disdainfully.

"Homicide case?"

"It seems that your NYPD is quite well informed."

"To find out so quickly that that idiot Deco is dead, I thought... with the usual laziness of your New York Police Department, it would take at least a month to know the news."

"Because Deco is dead, although Officer Witte, you just said something that made me very unhappy..."

Speaking of it.

Horford suddenly took two steps forward very excitedly, close to the distance between him and Witt, and roared and spitted wildly.

"I am not the second in command of FUCK now, but the leader of the Crip Gang."

"Deco is dead and has nothing to do with our Crip Gang, so now...while I can still control myself, take your people and get out of here."

"Even if I killed Deco, what does it have to do with your New York Police Department? This is our underground gang's usual method of preying on the weak. Do you have the right to point a gun at me here?"

"If you, son of a bitch, have been away from the Blood Gang for too long, you have forgotten the rules of our underground gangs."

"Then I don't mind teaching you a lesson, so that you know what respect means, and what it means that you, a member of the Blood Gang, should not come to our Lame Gang's place."

"While I can still control myself, get out of here right away!"

This series of roaring roars.

Full of underground gangs and violent black people.

But after the roar, the underground gang members who had stopped because of the gunfire began to slowly move forward.

The pressure of having nearly a hundred people close to him made Officer Witte have beads of sweat streaming down his forehead.

He could only hold the submachine gun in his hand, make a gesture as if he was about to shoot, and continue to warn.

"Horford."

"I'm warning you one last time, immediately cooperate with our NYPD investigation and ask all members to stop."

"Don't make simple things complicated or you will definitely regret it."

Although Werther was still warning, his tone was obviously a little weaker and he lacked the confidence he had before.

As a black man who bullies the weak and fears the strong, Horford couldn't see how nervous Werther was. Not only did he not give in, but he even played with the pistol in his hand, saying with disdain.

"Officer Witt."

"It's not that I'm making things complicated, it's that after you put on these bitch clothes, you can't tell whose territory this is."

"Get off the basketball court right now and everything will become easier."

The words fell.

The underground gang members who kept getting closer even began to roar in the same way, shouting for everyone to get out of the indoor stadium.

Some members who were addicted even took out pistols from their pockets, but they obviously still maintained some sense and did not open the safety or load the gun first.

Saw this scene.

Liu Yang has clearly judged...Witt alone will definitely not be able to control this situation. The deterrence of the New York Police Department will have no effect on these Crip Gang members.

Of course, the most important thing is...the bald Horford, the leader, has just become the current leader of the Crip Gang, so he needs to establish his prestige on this occasion.

If some time passes, it may be possible to have a good discussion.

But time is running out, and clues must be dug out today, but he can't wait until the bald man in front of him consolidates his position.

Think of this.

Liu Yang no longer hesitated and immediately took a step forward, stood in front of Werther, and spoke.

"If you don't want to provoke the Morgan consortium, you'd better cooperate with our investigation."

"We are here this time because of the murder of little Morgan, not the so-called boss of your lame gang, Deco."

"Remember...I'm talking about the Morgan Consortium..."