Being carried onto an ambulance at the start? But this is America!

Several other figures in black hoods also rushed out from different directions. Li Ping, Li Fan, and Fletcher attacked simultaneously, their sticks flying everywhere.

By waiting patiently for the enemy to tire themselves out, while the clams fight, the fisherman profits.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three more muffled thuds followed, and the other people who were struggling to stay upright collapsed.

Li Fan went a little light, and the first target swayed but didn't fall. He then struck again, and the opponent finally collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, the only one left on the field who remained clear-headed was a stunned Lawrence.

Because he reacted the fastest and leaned against the abandoned vehicle, Li Ping and his team were unable to launch a sneak attack.

"Whose people are you?!"

Lawrence was shocked and furious, and tried to touch the stick on the ground.

"Don't move."

A cold voice sounded from his side and behind him.

Mike slowly emerged from the shadows, his pistol steadily pointed at Lawrence.

Lawrence froze, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Compared to well-known adversaries whose actions are predictable, this group of mysterious people who suddenly appeared, acted ruthlessly, and possessed real weapons are far more terrifying.

Who knows if they'll pull the trigger?

"Friends, don't be impulsive. What do you want? Territory? Money? I..." Lawrence tried to negotiate.

His response was a blunt object thrown from his blind spot.

"Bang!"

Lawrence's world also fell into darkness.

"Search them, tie them up."

Li Ping was the first to squat down and began skillfully feeling around in the pockets of the unconscious person.

Li Fan, Fletcher, and Devon then pulled out the prepared plastic straps and tightly bound the hands and feet of the people lying haphazardly on the ground together, tying them into a knot.

Mike held his gun, ready to defend himself.

Only heavy breathing and occasional groans remained in the room.

Li Ping pulled out a relatively clean cell phone, walked a little further away, cleared his throat, and dialed the police number in a muffled voice.

"Feed? In an abandoned parking lot..."

After hanging up, he used the same phone to call the emergency number again, repeating the address and details of his injuries.

"There are about ten wounded, some with gunshot wounds. We need more ambulances; we can afford it!"

He's such a good person; he not only prevented the gang fight from escalating, but also thoughtfully called the police and an ambulance for them.

After doing all this, he walked back and looked at the gang leaders who were tied up in a string on the ground.

The two guys who were shot in the legs were lucky; they managed to stop the bleeding with a belt.

While they were tying people up, an accident occurred when they tied up the first guy who had lay down.

He was a white man in his thirties, of average height and build, easily inconspicuous in a crowd, but Li Ping recognized him somewhat.

He was pretending to faint the whole time!

Unable to continue the act any longer, he didn't dare to run away, but instead slid down to his knees.

He burst into tears and wailed:

"Please, please spare my life! I can't get on the ambulance, and I can't be arrested!"

My daughter is only six years old. She's locked up at home alone. What will she do if I go in?!

Please, have mercy on me!

The cries were heart-wrenching and sincere, standing out starkly against the backdrop of the blood-soaked parking lot.

"Shut up! Keep your voice down!"

Li Ping frowned and kicked him in the shoulder.

The man was kicked and his body swayed, but he immediately scrambled back on his hands and feet, suppressing his sobs, his voice extremely low, yet even more humble and earnest.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I own a small grocery store on the street corner, and I still have some stock worth something. You can have it all! Just let me go, please!"

Li Ping looked at Fletcher, who immediately leaned close to Li Ping's ear and whispered in a very low voice.

"Boss, he's Franklin, Holden Holden's cousin."

He was tricked and lured to Los Angeles by that bastard cousin, who then took out a loan in his name to open a grocery store, which was actually a gang's hideout for selling stolen goods.

He tried to escape several times, but he was caught and beaten badly each time... He also has a daughter, which is quite pitiful.

He's been pretty good to the people under our bridge; sometimes he'll let them buy on credit.

Franklin?

Li Ping's heart skipped a beat; the sound was familiar, and his mind raced with calculations.

"So you're saying the grocery store's license and loans are all registered under this clean guy's name? He's drowning in debt and has a six-year-old daughter to support?"

Li Ping looked at Fletcher with a puzzled expression.

Fletcher paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, he's one of the few people in the Shield with a clean credit record and no criminal record, otherwise the bank wouldn't have given him a loan."

"Not bad, he's a talented person."

A slight smile played on Li Ping's lips. "Let him go."

"If he isn't arrested by the police tomorrow, our cooperative group might be able to gain another street corner stronghold."

He remembered.

On the night they arrived at Camp Roland, a white man brought an old soldier to consult Roland about legal issues; that man was Franklin.

The Shield's relatively polite attitude towards Camp Roland was largely due to Franklin's efforts to ease tensions.

Both morally and logically, this person deserves to be let off the hook.

"Boss, you're a genius!"

Fletcher's eyes suddenly lit up, and he slapped his thigh.

He had initially only felt a little sympathy for Xiao Fu, but after Li Ping's suggestion, his thinking suddenly opened up.

Controlling Franklin is tantamount to indirectly controlling an existing grocery store.

The goods inside, the distribution channels...

"Who is his cousin?" Li Ping asked again.

Fletcher gestured with his chin, pointing to a man on the ground who had been shot in the thigh; even if he recovered, he would be crippled.

"oh,"

Li Ping suddenly realized, then looked at him with sympathy and shook his head. "Fortunately, I've already called an ambulance for him. May God bless him."

Franklin was pardoned, and without even glancing at his cousin on the ground, he disappeared into the dark alley.

Li Ping and his men tied up the person, cleaned up the traces, and quietly withdrew.

Only ten gang members, tightly bound, remained on the spot.

Not long after, the sound of sirens pierced the night sky, growing louder as they approached, breaking the silence of the neighborhood.

Immediately afterwards, the sirens of ambulances joined in.

The scene was bustling with activity: police cordoned off the area, conducted investigations, and took photos, while paramedics carried the injured.

Tonight's operation has come to a successful conclusion.

After being taken back to the police station and questioned briefly, it was discovered that both sides involved in the shooting were present, and the last group of people to arrive were actually doing a good deed.

The police didn't interfere much.

The prisons are almost full these days, so they're too lazy to arrest more people.

......

Bai Ya, the leader of the Bai Ya gang, illegally possessed firearms, causing two people to become disabled. He faces a minimum of five years in prison, and with other crimes such as gang-related offenses, he could face at least ten years.

That's how it is on the streets. If you don't get arrested, you're fine, but if you do, all the old and new grievances will be settled at once.

Lawrence of the Shield was in an even worse situation; he led a group into someone's home, which was tantamount to burglary, and he was the mastermind behind it.

This single charge alone carries a minimum sentence of ten years.

The next morning, Li Ping and the others were overjoyed after hearing Roland's analysis.

Subsequent events proved that Roland's analysis was correct.

"How do you know so much? Were you involved too?"

After Roland finished his analysis, he looked at them suspiciously.

"Haha, how could that be? We heard it on the street." Li Ping remained calm.

Roland stared at him for two seconds, then shrugged. "It's best not to. When going through the SIJS process, it's best to avoid getting involved in violent incidents, understand?"

"Understood, Bro, don't worry." Li Ping nodded seriously.

With Roland's professional endorsement, the group felt much more at ease.

"Alright, let's divide the tasks."

Li Ping clapped his hands and got into the swing of things. "Li Fan and I are going to church for worship, and we'll take care of that moving job while we're at it."

Fletcher, Devon, you two go and approach Franklin. Be friendly and find out about his situation.

Let's find out what's going on in town and see if it's the right time for our cooperative to take over the recycling points.

"No problem, boss!"

Fletcher was eager to get started, and Devin nodded steadily.