Xu Chuan walked around the slums in the city center twice, and unexpectedly found that no one came to rob him. This was really a ghost.

Under normal circumstances, he can judge the security and arms circulation situation in the area based on the number, frequency and equipment of robbers. Currently, the worst security situation is in Mexico, where there are many illegal arms and most of the pistols used in robberies. However, zoning here in the United States is not a completely common phenomenon like in Mexico.

As for the Golden Triangle, damn, is there such a thing as security there?

However, there were no robbers in the slums of Los Angeles, which gave Master Xu no sense of accomplishment at all.

He is now standing in front of a giant billboard on the roadside. Of course, the original advertisement on it no longer exists, but has been replaced by a graffiti.

A woman with half her face hidden in a black hooded sweatshirt holds a gun in her right hand. In the center of the graffiti, two huge angel wings extend from behind to both sides, but the front ends of the wings are not feathers but a row of firearms, and even the feathers are sharp. The shape will remind people of cold weapons.

The halo around the head is blood red, and the background is an abstract city silhouette and people, or corpses.

"Tsk, tsk, it's very artistic," Xu Chuan sighed, but if combined with the tents and garbage all around, it would be a scene of the end of the world.

I took out my phone and took a photo of the graffiti in front of me. The painting was indeed quite good.

The homeless people around him were looking at him with indifferent eyes, and there were even children running around.

"The painting is good." Xu Chuan pointed at the graffiti and tried to talk to a passing homeless man.

The other person, wearing tattered clothes and pushing a supermarket trolley, glanced at him warily, then looked at the graffiti, "She is our guardian angel."

"Huh?" Xu Chuan looked at the old man's back with a blank expression, "You are so smart, right?"

This slum is dirty and messy, and there are occasional rice fields on the road. It's hard to imagine that this is Los Angeles. However, although the environment is very bad, the magic is that the security has not collapsed. Even on the surface, it is surprising enough. .

This shows that someone has re-written the rules. No matter how this person did it, it is a miracle that he did it.

There is a saying that no matter how bad order is, it is better than no order. This sentence can be debated by countless idle netizens for a long time. It is difficult to say whether it is right or wrong, but there is one thing Xu Chuan knows. No matter what kind of order it is, If you want to maintain it, you need the backing of strong force, and the basis for the formation of order is to kill those who want disorder.

Xu Chuan scanned this large block, so many people must have died here before.

He looked at the billboard again, now very sure that those abstract human figures must be corpses.

…

In Koreatown, the police are inspecting this burned-down pottery shop. Firefighters have moved seven or eight bodies out of it. Officer Beltran of the Central District Bureau and people from fbl are at the scene.

"34 years old, Asian male." Lisa Inman of fbl looked at the corpse in front of her and had already found out the identity of the corpse.

"All the witnesses have changed their stories, so the line is broken." Beltran's partner came over. Carmichael, a policeman who was no less decadent than Martin Riggs, had just finished asking people who were doing small business in the surrounding area. people.

Others are not surprised at all. Diego Garcia has a notorious reputation here. No one dares to cause trouble after knowing that he is related to him. Of course, they will not tell the police what they saw.

"Since when did Koreans start working as errand boys for Garcia?"

"Money laundering." Beltran picked up two burnt banknotes and shook them. "Garcia used their store to help him launder money. That guy must be furious now."

"It's Laili North again," the fbl agent made a direct judgment. Although there was no surveillance nearby, but according to people around him, the attacker should be a woman. "If we don't take action, it will only get worse later." It’s getting worse”

"There are already a lot of bad things, and this incident seems to have nothing to do with the case you are investigating." Carmichael felt that fbl was just meddling in other people's business.

fbl sent Laili North's information to the media, which made the public dig out the old news. The Internet was full of comments supporting Laili's revenge, and many people were cursing Lapd as a piece of trash.

What the hell does it have to do with lapd? It was obviously the judge and the district attorney who collected illegal money, so the director is very angry about this matter. Well, the director has been very angry recently, and there is no calm in Los Angeles.

"I said before that Lily North stole a gun store with a Level 3 license and stole a lot of assault weapons. Of course, this is under our control." Lisa Inman looked at Carmichael with a bad expression. .

"The two obviously have nothing to do with each other. Those weapons are completely different from those in the previous report. And why do you think that this place was made by Lee North?"

Beltran felt that the two were about to quarrel, so he quickly stopped them and pulled his partner aside, "You first go to the Anti-Narcotics and Narcotics Department to inquire about the locations of some of Garcia's strongholds. We can install a few surveillance cameras to try. "

Carmichael nodded and planned to find an acquaintance immediately, but Beltran continued to tell him, "You have to think clearly about what questions you can ask and who to ask..."

"Come on, why did you start again?" It seems that his partner has said these words many times.

"Hey, it's really easy for them to kill a policeman. I'm just reminding you." If these gangsters find out that someone is monitoring their stronghold, they will be in great trouble. This is not without precedent.

"Okay, I know."

…

After returning to the slums, Lily North was standing speechlessly on the side of the road. In front of her minivan, which was used as both a warehouse and a room, there was a young Asian man standing in front of her. He was handing out drinks and cakes. little child.

This scene is really harmonious, but it would be better if he didn't block his car door, Ms. Laili thought.

After waiting for at least half an hour, the crowd on the opposite side gradually dispersed, and then Larry North walked over. Just as he was about to open the car door, he suddenly found a note stuck on the car window.

She quickly became alert and looked around, then carefully took off the note. Of course, what was written on it was not a ticket for illegal parking, but a line of words.

'The drug manufacturing factory is a trap. We will raid Garcia's residence at night. Anyone who is interested can join us. The location is as follows.' Below the note is an address.

Laili North raised his head and looked around again. The note in his hand meant that his whereabouts were completely exposed, 'Who is it? The Asian one from before? How on earth did he find me here. '

She opened the door and got into the car, wrote down the address on the note, then tore it into pieces and stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed it.

She needs to make sure about the above things herself.