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

Chapter 83 West Eight!

There isn't much important information about this stick.

There are only a few short ones.

The number two figure in the Wild Dog Gang, one of the four major gangs in Seoul, South Korea.

The number two figure in the Graystone Alley Brothers Gang.

We are currently in an apartment building in Koreatown.

Although there were only a few pieces of information, they were quite important to Eric.

He frowned slightly, recalling the Koreans he had previously dealt with, including the ten Koreans who had invaded his home.

All of this combined made him wonder as he looked at Cui Dongjian's portrait.

"The operations were all carried out by South Koreans, even the people distributing the goods were. Plus, he's the number two in the Graystone Alley gang. How come it feels like this guy is the real boss behind the scenes?"

Thinking about this, Eric realized he had missed some information, so he read Will's text messages again and finally understood why he had such a feeling.

The meeting minutes Will sent were quite detailed, specifying that the raw materials used by the Greystone Alley gang to produce fentanyl were very likely brought from South Korea.

With that, it's obvious what role this guy plays in the Graystone Alley gang.

"No wonder they made their fortune in Koreatown."

Eric carefully noted down the address where Choi Dong-geon was located, then got up and left the coffee shop, which happened to be very close to his location.

Since they sent someone to his house, he should also personally go to their house to watch them go to hell.

It is impolite to give gifts without receiving them in return.

A high-rise apartment building.

A room on the second floor.

The atmosphere was heavy, so heavy that it was oppressive.

Cui Dongjian sat in front of the sofa, silent. In front of him, the coffee table was piled with empty cigarette butts, mixed with a still-smoking cigarette butt.

Eight Koreans stood around him, some leaning against the window staring out, others against the wall.

"Xiba!"

In this oppressive atmosphere, Cui Dongjian suddenly cursed, his face filled with a ferocious look as if he wanted to devour someone.

"That damned brat ruined my plans!"

With a ferocious expression, he grabbed a tablet from the coffee table and threw it violently against the wall.

With a snap, the tablet shattered and fell to the ground.

"You little bastard!!!"

A glint of ruthlessness and a hint of regret flashed in Cui Dongjian's eyes. He really regretted not checking the background of that patrolman.

After sending out ten gunmen and receiving no further feedback, he began to realize something was wrong.

It wasn't until he learned that police were going in and out of the target's house that the unease he felt turned into unease, and then he started to investigate.

With the help of a member of his clan who was working as a police officer at Wilshire Police Department, he finally managed to find out something.

It turns out that the damned patrolman was a legendary figure who had been through countless battles. During his two years as a patrolman, at least a third of his days were spent on leave due to major incidents.

Damn it, is that just an ordinary patrolman?
That wasn't all; what followed was the most unfortunate news the tribesman had ever brought.

That means the authorities have decided to take action against the Graystone Alley gang and have already begun preparations.

And he, the number two, is also among the important targets, so he needs to run fast.

"Xiba!!!"

Cui Dongjian clenched his fists and let out another suppressed curse. He knew the Los Angeles Police Department definitely had detailed information on the Greystone Alley gang. This was normal; everyone was at peace with each other.

So he didn't go too far, lest he attract too much attention and be targeted.

Unexpectedly, this incident involving patrol officers became the catalyst, as the Los Angeles Police Department ignored the implications and took action, and did so so quickly.

He couldn't quite understand the reason behind this. Was the Los Angeles Police Department really not afraid of the public opinion and the trouble that would follow? Was it worth it if there was no benefit at all?
Even if Cui Dongjian racked his brains, he could never have imagined that this was just a series of chain reactions.

"Boss!"

The henchman behind him spoke up: "There are people watching us outside. If we don't leave now, it will be too late."

Cui Dongjian took a deep breath, suppressing his violent emotions, and said coldly.

"What is that brat doing?"

There was no name mentioned, but the underling knew who his boss was asking about: "After we left, he sent men to arrest that lawyer last night and take him back to the warehouse. They're still torturing him."
"Boss, I think that guy's gone mad."

"Damn it! What an idiot! A brain-dead bastard!" Cui Dongjian said coldly.

"Ignore him, let him die! Pack your things, let's go!"

One of the underlings hesitated and asked, "What about the others?"

Many brothers have come here from South Korea in search of wealth and opportunity, so the Koreans here are not just these nine people.

"Damn it! If you want to die, stay here and draw our fire? Buy us some time!" Cui Dongjian stared intently at the underling who had spoken, silencing him with his gaze.

But the next second, something unexpected happened!

Another Korean man standing next to the underling suddenly moved behind him, wrapped his arms around his neck and choked him tightly. Then, under his terrified and surprised gaze, he took a small knife from his waist and stabbed it into his neck, piercing it all the way through.

With another swipe, it was pulled out, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

The underling who had asked the others for help collapsed, clutching his bleeding neck, his eyes wide open and staring intently at the silent Cui Dongjian. He wanted to say something, but because his vocal cords had been severed and blood was blocked, he couldn't utter a single word.

Under his gaze, everyone watched him coldly, then tacitly packed up all their belongings, including money and various firearms.

In the end, they all followed Choi Dong-geon as he stepped over his body and left the room, leaving him alone to slowly die on the spot.
……

"It should be right here."

Eric parked his car on the side of a street; to him, it was just an ordinary apartment complex.

The surrounding area is full of houses, and everyone walking around has the face of a Korean.

This is a very ordinary residential area, which reminded him of some urban villages in China from his previous life.

Eric stared at a tall apartment building on the side of the street, the location of his target, Choi Dong-geon.

Why not go after Quentin Gobert? He's relatively far away, and the puppet is a target of another branch office.

If there's anything that needs to be covered up, it's best to rely on your own people.

Of course, he was just watching the show, selectively filling in the gaps. He couldn't sleep at night unless he witnessed the enemy's demise.

He really has no sense of security at all.

Eric also noticed that there were several inconspicuous cars parked outside the apartment building.

Several others pretended to eat or stood on the street chatting with their accomplices.

"One, two, three, four, a total of five people."

Eric's lips curled into a slight smile. Although these people were well concealed, their skin color was still too conspicuous in this area where Koreans were concentrated, drawing attention.

Even these people's gazes would occasionally drift unintentionally over the apartment building.

(End of this chapter)