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Chapter 57: Chaos of Various Groups (Please Read!!)
The intersection of Brant Avenue and Sadler Street.

More than a dozen NYPD police cars without warning lights and sirens were lined up on both sides of the street.

Six or seven more police cars arrived one after another.

Night patrol police cars from other police stations under the Brooklyn Branch were arranged to go directly to 348 Brant Street for support due to the long distance.

In situations like this where they know that the other party is armed with guns and there are five or six of them, the police station will mobilize almost all of the police force it can.

In the United States, it is common for a gangster to drive a car on the highway with fifty or sixty police cars chasing him. The police will even use air power, such as police helicopters.

That was just one person.

And at this moment...

There were five or six unidentified armed men with guns in the warehouse.

Seeing that the troops were almost assembled, Captain Richard gave an order:
"GO! GO! GO!"

A convoy of 40 police cars and 348 patrol officers drove quickly towards Warehouse with warning lights and sirens turned off...

at the same time.

Diagonally opposite the abandoned warehouse, across the street, about fifty meters away, there is a window on the third floor of an old building built in the 1980s. There is an inconspicuous gap between the closed curtains, and in the gap there is a night vision goggles lens aimed at the abandoned warehouse.

Standing in the darkness behind the camera is a black man in a black suit. One of his eyes is pressed against the eyepiece of the night vision goggles, observing the situation in the abandoned warehouse.

Sitting on the sofa behind him were four white men in suits. On the table next to him was a complete set of remote monitoring receiving equipment. A huge recording tape was slowly turning, and a middle-aged white man wearing a headset was monitoring the contents inside.

"Sir, what's going on?"

"They are inspecting the goods inside."

"Do we need to notify the special tactical team on standby to come and arrest him now?"

The 'Special Tactics Team' this person is referring to is the New York Police Department's (NYPD) very own SWAT team.

Of course, the FBI also has its own SWAT team.

The people in this secret room belong to the Special Investigations Division of the New York Police Department's Bureau of Investigation. At this moment, they are monitoring the drug trafficking of the criminal group in the warehouse.

An investigative bureau under the New York Police Department, not the FBI.

Responsible for the investigation, detection and prevention of crime, and its duties often overlap with the work of police officers in various branches.

The Bureau of Investigation is composed of the following divisions: Regional Investigative Commands, Special Victims Division, Forensic Investigations Division, Special Investigations Division, Organized Crime Division, Fugitive Investigation Division, Immediate Crime Center, District Attorneys' Group, Grand Theft Division, Gun Violence Prevention Division, and Major Crimes Division.

The man who was monitoring lit a cigarette:

"Dubin didn't come this time. Let me think about it..."

The Dobin the man was referring to was named Dobin Robert, the boss of the Dobin drug cartel. The three cars that had driven into the abandoned warehouse were the cars of the Dobin drug cartel.

This drug trafficking group is not large in scale. It is a small-to-medium-sized drug trafficking group that has only emerged in recent years. Although its scale is not large, the power behind it is somewhat terrifying.

tonight,

The person they were trading with was none other than Hector from the motorcycle gang.

suddenly,

The black police officer in charge of lookout shouted in a low and urgent voice:

"Sir, something big has happened!"

Hearing this, the eavesdropper suddenly stood up from his seat, his face darkened, and he quickly walked to the black police officer and asked:
"What's going on? What happened?"

The black police officer immediately gave up his position and said:
"Sir, there are more than 20 police cars heading towards the warehouse. It looks like they are heading for the warehouse."

"What???"

The eavesdropper lifted the curtain and took a look.

“Fucker!!”

Sure enough, there were more than twenty police cars driving towards this side.

"It looks like a patrol car from the Brooklyn police station," said the black police officer.

"Fuck, why are they here? Quick! Notify them immediately and tell them to leave quickly!!" The eavesdropper gave orders to the person behind him.

"It's too late, sir!" said the black police officer.

The surveillance man put his eyes close to the eyepiece of the night vision goggles and took a look.

The motorcycle gang's guard on the perimeter was rushing into the warehouse. "Damn patrolman!!"

The surveillance man slammed the glass.

"My layout... Damn it, why are they here?"

"Sir, what should we do?"

"What else can we do? Immediately notify the special tactical team to enter the scene. The credit for arresting the Doberman Group must not be given to the Brooklyn Branch. It's just... Damn, we alerted the enemy. The damn Doberman Robert didn't come."

Police officers: “…”

"You stay here to protect the recording. Everyone else, follow me!"

The eavesdropper ran downstairs with several of his men:

"Notify the leading police officer on the scene later. We have an undercover agent inside. Tell them not to cause any casualties."

"Yes, sir!"

Two kilometers away...

The FBI's black Chevrolet convoy ran through several red lights and was speeding towards the warehouse. Following the Chevrolet SUV convoy were five Chevrolet Suburbans and a semi-black armored bulletproof vehicle, inside which sat the fully armed FBI-SWAT special tactical team wearing all-black special combat uniforms, black helmets, and their faces covered.

Ma Hong, the leader of the team, was very anxious. He kept urging:
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

When running a red light through an intersection, Mahone pointed out the window and yelled angrily: "Mother Fucker, are you blind?!"

……

Roy's small call to the police caused extreme chaos among two units and three departments. They gathered hastily without any plan or arrangement. Ma Hong and the surveillance man were both confused.

Being caught off guard is not enough to describe the current situation.

……

five minutes ago…

Inside a warehouse filled with various waste items.

Hector Marquez, wearing jeans, cowboy boots, a chain belt, a leather jacket, with a face full of flesh and scars all over the left side of his face, stood on a cargo container, fiddling with the revolver in his hand, looking down at the group of men in suits below.

Hector's men were scattered around the warehouse, some standing on forklifts, some standing behind the second-floor iron fence, some standing on oil drums, and some standing on waste.

Inside the warehouse, in addition to the three cars that had just driven in, there were dozens of Harley motorcycles parked.

"Welcome to my home..."

As he said this, Hector jumped onto the oil barrel in a nonchalant manner, stepped on the shoulders of his men who were half-crouching on the ground, and jumped to the ground.

The leader of the Dobin Group is a Korean man who looks very cool.

He stepped forward and said:

"As you requested, the goods have been delivered. Where is the money?"

Hector licked the muzzle of the silver revolver and said:
"I need to inspect the goods first!"

The Korean man waved his hand, and the younger brother behind him brought up a black suitcase. After taking the black suitcase, the Korean man put it on the hood of the car.

Kaka-

Open the lock.

Open the suitcase lid.

Bags of white powder appeared in Hector's field of vision.

He walked up to the suitcase, stabbed open one of the bags with his dagger, and licked the food with his tongue. After a moment, he smiled strangely:
"Very pure, I like it very much..."

"Where's the money?" asked the Korean man.

"Money? Oh, here..."

Hector waved his hand, and the two younger brothers on the second floor each carried a black suitcase and walked down the stairs towards Hector.

Just then, Hector's little brother suddenly rushed into the garage.

He shouted in horror:
"Police...Police, there are dozens of police cars outside..."

(End of this chapter)