When he returned, he continued to drive in silence ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and finally stopped outside a police station in South City.
Staying quietly until four o'clock in the morning, Vic McGee and his three subordinates walked out of the police station and got together in the cold wind to smoke and chat, "I'll put the water." He said after smoking a cigarette.
"Don't be seen by the chief, Vic." His men smiled.
Vic McGee returned a middle finger, sorted out the body armor under his jacket, swaggered around to the back of the car, and unzipped the car tires.
Old Mike rolled his eyes and rolled down the car window. "He thinks something is wrong. Is there anything we don't know?"
"That kid's nose is really good."
Vic kept his eyes in the direction of the police station and chuckled dryly with a hoarse voice, "Just let him stay home obediently, no one will deal with him."
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 344: Joint law enforcement
In the dim corner of the garage, Song Ya kept frowning after learning the news from the old Mike who came back.
"You are safe." Old Mike waited for a long time to see that he didn't speak, so he could only speak first.
"Mike, you have done it in law enforcement units. When do you think they will do it?" Song Ya asked.
"Vick is wearing a body armor and his companion has an automatic weapon on his back, so there will be at most three hours before the morning rush hour of urban traffic."
Old Mike looked at his watch and said, "The front-line police team is lax. Since they are all ready to take action, they can't delay any longer. If the senior executives of law enforcement agencies really want to do real things. At least I was like this before."
"How big is the scale?" Song Ya asked.
"It's okay if you stay at home, kid." Old Mike narrowed his eyes. "Don't you want to inform anyone else?"
Song Ya didn't speak anymore. He really wanted Old Mike to bring a message to Old Joe. Now that it is too close to the police action time, it is a bit unrealistic. He also planned to call Old Joe directly, using the reason that the boy was shot dead at a time when the party was not suitable for another party, and by notifying the party to cancel the suggestion that he should be careful, but for a while, he could not think of any suggestion that Old Joe could understand. .
"It's almost five o'clock now. Go back to bed and get a good night's sleep. Did you not sleep all night?"
Old Mike pushed him upstairs, "I also need to rest, I'm getting older..."
"Obviously, according to the information that Kasidi hadn't intended to disclose, her father Vic had been notified of the big action very early, so the shooting of the little boy must be just a fuse. The police have planned for a long time..."
Song Ya knew very well in his heart, "Judging from the reactions of the donkey party people I know, at least this is a politically considered and prepared action, and the scale will never be small, and Vic is just a frontline police detective. He said I'm okay. I may not be okay. The FBI hasn't let go of the Harlem nightclub incident. The wanted GD gunman'Little Binny' is still there."
"Don't lie to yourself BOY, do you really think you will have something to do? Or do you want to inform friends with a gang background at this time? You can't take risks for them."
Old Mike stopped and said a big deal with emotion. "The violence in South City has become more frequent. Many innocent people like Tyron and the little boy yesterday have been killed. No matter what the politicians want to do, this The action itself must be a great thing, isn’t it? They are finally willing to do something, even if they can’t fundamentally reverse the security of Nancheng, even if the motive is not so simple!"
The public security in the United States shuts me down...
Forget it, "Old Mike, you are right."
Back in the bedroom, Fergie and Amy Adams were asleep. They had been busy with birthday parties for the past two days. They seemed to be exhausted. Song Ya could not sleep because of something in her heart, so she quietly quit and didn't disturb them.
Pushing open the door of the study room, there was no one inside. He closed the door, turned on the TV, turned down the volume, and lay on the sofa.
He has feelings for Old Joe, but that is not the most important thing. He is afraid that the police will pick out Kenneth.
Old Qiao doesn't live in a public housing estate, and he is not a central figure in the gang, so he should be fine. As for the big boss Kenneth... Indeed, as old Mike said, a drug dealer and a gang leader is nothing but worrying about such people.
But just because Big Kenneth is a real criminal, and he has met with him several times, and there is still a large group of people present, it is impossible to guarantee that there will be no traitors who confess to the police among his younger brothers...
Due to the existence of plea bargaining, many criminals strive for a light sentence in order to get a good confession agreement, and they want to recruit all those they know and don’t know. At the beginning, Amisia used this loophole to help her brother Tony get probation, but now this thing Children can be a bit disadvantageous to yourself.
Even if you are okay, the bad luck of the **** bobcat or the bad luck of GD will have a series of effects. Will the bragging father and Mary Blige still be as honest as they are now?
Maybe they will. After all, GD had killed too hard in the nightclubs in Harlem, and they didn't dare to bet their lives anymore.
But it may not be true. What these black singers from the bottom can say is not surprising, and they cannot be regarded as rational people...
GD can take out the Harlem nightclub case and brag about it, but the indiscriminate killing of children will definitely be spurned by Quanmi. This is a major blow to GD's image. In the future, he has to draw a clear line. Then the fake tiger will take advantage of it.
How to do crisis public relations?
He fell asleep in repeated struggles.
"Boss, boss?"
Dazed and pushed to wake up by Taraji, he raised his hand and lifted the thin layer covering his body. "What time is it?" His head was dizzy and he should have not slept for long.
"Six ten ten." Taraji raised the TV sound a bit.
"At the request of the Chicago Police, I have agreed to the Cook County County Police to enter the other's jurisdiction to coordinate this special operation in the public housing area, and also participate in the Illinois National Guard..."
On the screen, Cook County State Attorney Peter Flock was wearing a body armor, and surrounded by a large number of microphones, announcing the latest news with a serious expression, "Illinois law enforcement agencies will severely crack down on violence and drug crimes in this area. And handle ID cards for all legal residents..."
"Do documents such as ID cards violate people's freedom?" a reporter interrupted.
Peter Flock ignored him, "Illegal residents and guns will be thoroughly cleaned up, and I promise that this operation will completely reverse the security situation in Chicago, so that the people no longer need to live in fear..."
The picture was shown outside the public housing area. The joint operation involving the National Guard was very powerful. Military vehicles and police cars stretched out of sight. Police officers and soldiers in various uniforms appeared in the picture.
A heavily armed special police rushed into a large public house. Soon, a shirtless black guy jumped out of the window on the second floor and ran wildly, "Stop! Sir! Please cooperate with the police in the investigation! Stop! Otherwise we will drive. The gun! I'll warn again..."