The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 334 An Unexpected Riot

On the fourth day, everyone began to feel irritable. Even the faces of Hotchner and Rossi, who had always been calm, became very ugly.

Everyone knows that the murderer will not be able to hide for long, but as long as he is not found out for a day, there may be a few more corpses in the street at any time, and this burning feeling on the cheeks tortures the nerves of every policeman.

Not only the BAU or Boyette and his intelligence team, but also the patrol officers of the 21st Precinct, their eyes were red when they went out on patrol in the past two days, and everyone looked like a suspect.

Everyone knows that this kind of emotion is dangerous, and everyone's nerves are tense. At this time, it is very easy to have a misfire. Well, in this country, it is usually called excessive law enforcement.

Jack and Red were still studying the information on the previous cases, turning over and over again to find any omissions, but it seemed as if there was an invisible membrane between them, and they couldn't find that flash of inspiration.

Emily said that her legs were too thin, which Jack and Red both scorned. She and Jiejie were both women who could spend a day shopping on Rodeo Drive, the most upscale shopping street in Los Angeles. That was what Lian Garcia recalled. It was a terrifying experience even when I woke up.

The time came in the afternoon, and seeing another fruitless day, Jack looked around, wanting to find someone to ask where the police gym in the 21st Precinct was. He planned to find a treadmill for a run to refresh his mind. Fake.

Hotchner suddenly pushed open the door and entered, still holding the phone in his hand.

"Garcia discovered a post in a local online community in which someone encouraged a gathering near Hyde Park at 9pm tonight to smash up shops and burn cars."

"The post has had thousands of views, tons of teenagers have commented on it, and it's graduation season at the local high school, and we all know what that means."

Rhett was a little stunned, "Hyde Park is not in the murderer's habitual crime range. It is far away from the newly built community."

Rossi was also confused, "This doesn't seem like their style of doing things. The murderers will only deliver the pleasure of violence within them. This kind of riot has no meaning to them."

"It makes sense." Jack thought a lot, "Think about Jiejie's guidance to the media these days."

"The media coverage of their case in recent days has been tepid, no headlines, no in-depth follow-up coverage, well, it's been like scratching the soles of your feet through your shoes."

Jack's mind raced for several seconds before he could formulate the idiom "It's not enough."

"Once a riot occurs at night, the surrounding area will be filled with reporters and TV stations. This is not Los Angeles. We cannot suppress all the Chicago media. Just imagine the murderer's reaction when he sees the headlines in tomorrow's newspapers."

"They may have nothing to do with this riot, but they will definitely be stimulated. The next more tragic case is just around the corner."

"We have to find a way to catch them before they commit the crime." After hearing Jack's analysis, Hotchner frowned so hard that he could pinch a fly to death.

"So, we know when the case occurred and the general scope, but we can't find where the murderer is hiding?" Emily was a little discouraged.

"Ignore this for now, send this message to Detective Boyt and we will set off immediately." Hotchner said decisively.
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When everyone in the BAU rushed to the scene of the incident, the commotion had already begun. This was the first time Jack had seen a scene similar to "zero dollar shopping".

The scene was far from grand. It was just a gathering of four to five hundred Shabi teenagers, with some young people in their 20s mixed in.

But they obviously came well prepared, with umbrellas, motorcycle helmets and protective gear, and some even carried "shields" made from trash can lids.There was chaos along the street, with some shop windows smashed, cars and cardboard boxes set on fire everywhere, and glass bottles smashed all over the ground.

The Chicago police officers who confronted him were heavily armed and holding riot shields, blocking both ends of the street.

As soon as Jack got out of the car, he saw Detective Boyt wearing a bulletproof vest with his hands on his chest, sandwiched between the bulletproof vest and his body. He looked at the crowd in the center of the street with playful eyes as if he were watching a monkey show.

"How's the situation?" Hotchner asked as he got out of the car.

"As you can see, the on-site commander has called for reinforcements, and now we are waiting for the water cannon truck and cavalry to arrive." Boyette was very calm and asked about their case instead.

"Are you sure the murderer isn't among these things?"

There was no need for Rossi and Hotchner to speak. Elimie answered first, "The possibility is almost zero."

"Our suspects are good at committing crimes on a small scale. They will be older, can control victims quickly and effectively, and prefer to commit violence with their own hands."

"Now these? Totally two modes of violence."

"Yeah, look at these poor little guys, if those damn murderers are among them, then why are we so busy these days?"

Before Boyt finished speaking, the loudspeaker rang out, and a water cannon truck slowly entered the scene, followed by a neat line of mounted police.

Jack had never learned to ride a horse. He went to Texas once before and just bought a cowboy hat. It was not that he had not thought about it, but he really had no use for it. He was too busy with trivial matters at the time and had no time at all.

But at this time, he looked longingly at the team of mounted policemen riding tall horses. They were so handsome. He saw that they were all wearing "heavy armor" and holding extended batons, just like ancient armored cavalry. Xu Buji moved forward in formation.

The police officers were wearing full anti-riot gear, and even the police horses were covered with them. These tall horses with a shoulder height of over 1 meters all had protective gear tailored for them.

Not only are the fragile horses' legs covered with leggings, but even their eyes are equipped with special leather eye protection to prevent the horse from being frightened by fire or other hazards.

The Chicago police have considerable experience in dealing with street riots. As the police officers blocking the intersection made way for a gap, the water cannon truck took the lead in unleashing its power.

Umbrellas and "shields" made of trash can lids are completely vulnerable to the impact of high-pressure water cannons. With the sound of "advice" played continuously in the tweeter, the crowd at the front was instantly swept away. All in disarray.

As the water column from the water cannon truck extended to the back of the crowd, the mounted police were in front and the police officers holding anti-riot shields were behind, and they began to approach the center of the street step by step.

Jack always felt that there was something missing in this battle, and then he realized that it would be perfect if it could be matched with the rhythmic and threatening sound of the Maori haka.

Just when he was looking forward to seeing the next exciting scene, Jack's cell phone vibrated unexpectedly.

(End of this chapter)