The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 160 The Most United Gang (Please Subscribe and Vote)
Looking at Eric, Ray shook his head, looking embarrassed. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

Despite the swirling smoke, Ray finally spoke: "You remember Jim, don't you, Eric?"

Upon hearing the name, Eric picked up his fork, speared a jalapeno pepper from his lunchbox, and popped it into his mouth along with the other food, chewing as he calmly said.

"Of course I remember, so?"

Jim is Ray's partner, a true partner. After working together for ten years, their relationship is no different from that of brothers.

Just as he knew Ray, he naturally knew Jim.

Most importantly, the main reason he was demoted was to avenge Jim, after chasing him for over a hundred kilometers and killing four bandits.

As for Lei, he was fighting with three thugs who hadn't had time to escape at the convenience store.
Ray sighed and said, "I just met with Tracy."

Eric nodded slightly. He naturally knew Tracy, Jim's wife, a very gentle woman.

"I only recently found out that she was using drugs, and she's really addicted."

Upon hearing this, Eric couldn't help but curse, "Fuck!"

In his mind, once someone is addicted to drugs, there's really no hope for them.

If this were in another country, there might be a sliver of hope for saving it.

But in this country, once you're infected, there's basically no way to get rid of it.

Because America is a chemical superpower, heaven knows what's added to that tiny packet of white powder.

He will always remember one sentence: "Drug addicts and gamblers are beyond saving."

Ray took a deep breath, a look of worry in his eyes. Although he tried to hide it well, Eric still noticed.

In a situation like this, Lei must be the one who feels the worst.

"What happened?"

Eric looked at Rado. He hadn't forgotten Jim's daughter, Mia, who, if he remembered correctly, was about seven years old.

Where is Miva?

Eric couldn't imagine how a poisoner could take care of a little girl, and judging from Ray's expression, he knew that something must have happened to Mia.

“She left Mia with someone,” Ray said.

Upon hearing this, Eric knew exactly what had happened.

It's nothing more than those mundane, commonplace things.

Sure enough, Ray's next sentence confirmed his suspicions.

"Have you heard of the 187 Gang?"

"Have not heard."

Eric shook his head, saying that he had never cared about the affairs of this place, except that he was familiar with the West Coast Wolf Clan, a group of bikers, because he had some connection with the West Coast Wolf Clan's leader, Gek.

"It must be another street gang from somewhere?"

There are too many gangs in Los Angeles, a real mixed bag, and they are impossible to count.

"I guess?" Lei replied.

"The 187 gang produced a batch of top-quality goods, which they call 'Red Label,' and I heard they're several times better than the stuff the Mexicans in East Los Angeles sell."

Hearing this, Eric nodded, ignoring what followed, and calmly said:
"So Miva is in their hands?"

“Perhaps, seventy percent,” Ray said.

Eric gave a helpless smile; seventy percent was already one hundred percent.

“I heard some things, and they use children to smuggle and distribute drugs because they think no one will suspect the children.”

Lei said, smoking a cigarette.

"I don't know the specifics yet. These people don't want anyone to figure out a pattern; they often rotate the children and mix in a few illegal immigrants."

After they've used these people, they'll lock them up in vans and move them around to different locations.

"That's it?" Eric asked.

"That's all." Lei tossed away his cigarette.

“I might need your help later, because I heard that the 187 gang is within the West Canyon Police Department’s jurisdiction.” “OK!” Eric said, without refusing.

"Let me know when the time comes."

As mentioned before, the most cohesive group within the Los Angeles Police Department is the street patrol officers.

Mutual help and assistance is the main theme.

Lei replied, "It will be soon. I'm going to find a few informants to ask around."

Upon hearing this, Eric nodded. In fact, every senior patrol officer has a few informants.
This informant might be a gigolo, a prostitute, or a gang member.

It's similar to his relationship with Gök, though only similar, of course.

Although the informant's identity is somewhat questionable, don't forget that he's just Ray's informant. If Ray were to enlist the help of other experienced patrol officers, the power of this intelligence network would be quite astonishing.

Because each senior patrol officer is like a point, if the strength of all senior patrol officers can be combined, it will form a large network that can cover the entire city of Los Angeles, and each point in this network is an intelligence center.

Like Lei now, people not only ask him for help, but also ask other senior patrol officers for help.

This is why some veteran patrol officers do not aspire to become detectives, nor do they need to fear any detective.

They dare to confront even their superiors.

Seeing Eric deep in thought, Ray glanced at the remaining food in the lunchbox, finished his last puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his foot, and said.

"I'll go there first."

Eric snapped out of his daze and nodded, "Okay."

Ray immediately stood up and slowly walked towards Holland, the student he was in charge of.

Eric glanced at it, picked up his fork and ate the last bite of his lunchbox, then stood up as well.

But before getting up, he subconsciously glanced at the cigarette butts on the ground. In just one meal, Ray had smoked more than a dozen cigarettes. Eric shook his head and walked toward the food cart.

"Emilio, did you get it?"

"Here you go, Officer Eric."

"You didn't bring any money. Same as always, put it on your tab, and we'll give it to you all at once later."

"Good Le!"

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Eric, carrying the packing bag, walked towards his police car, responding to the greetings of some patrol officers along the way, before glancing at Ray, who had just finished talking to the rookie and gotten into the police car.

He sighed. It had to be said that Jim's family was actually just a burden to Ray.

"Luckily, I don't have a partner I've worked with for this long," Eric muttered to himself, opening the door to get into the police car and casually putting the packing bag aside.

He started the engine, but without immediately notifying the dispatch center, Eric stepped on the gas and drove the car onto the main road outside.

Just then, Lei drove up, and they crossed paths side by side before coming to a stop together.

Eric was about to say something when he suddenly noticed a flash in his rearview mirror. A silver sedan suddenly drove up and smoothly squeezed into the gap between their two cars before coming to a stop.

A rather exaggerated voice rang out.

“Look, who do I see? Eric? Ray?”

Eric looked at the two people inside the car and shook his head inwardly.

The madman has arrived.

Jack and Stock were two detectives from the Anti-Drug Division, among the few detectives he knew and occasionally interacted with.

Because both of these people were promoted from senior patrol officers.

What troubled him was that while the two guys were alright and loyal, Jack's mental state was worrying, perhaps due to excessive pressure or PTSD from his past experiences on the battlefield.

Or rather, years of high-pressure work on the streets have distorted his spirit.

It is said that Jack is still taking lithium carbonate tablets to treat bipolar disorder, while Stock is relatively normal and has always insisted on partnering with him.

Therefore, he had some understanding of the two of them and occasionally kept in touch with them.

However, these two are extremely hostile towards those they don't approve of, and their behavior is truly eccentric and arrogant.

(End of this chapter)