The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 640: Bejie Charity Association

A war of words between the brother and sister finally ended in Danny's disastrous defeat, and Nelson Zhou had to be released, but this was not the only thing that made him angry.

Because Erin secretly closed the snack box behind her back when she was talking to him, Danny didn't realize that his late-night snack had been stolen until after she left.

"I'll treat you to something delicious when the case is over. I've been hoarding some good ingredients recently." Jack, who was half an accomplice, comforted him with a smile and picked up a stack of copies from the table that he had just thrown there. file and read out the slogan above.

"What is this? Asian beauty, attentive escort, $250 per hour, at least two hours each time, all matters discussed. So, that Nelson Zhou is a chicken head?"

"It looks like this. He runs a website for buying sex. This is the only information about his small gang in the organized crime department." Danny opened the drawer and threw the advertising brochure in. It was obvious that he had just interrogated Nothing gained.

"I suspect that Mintai may be one of his call girls. Maybe she turned over less money, or she wanted to escape from his control, so she was threatened with a gun by him."

"Maybe." Jack looked noncommittal and stood up to leave, "Go back and have a good rest. Tomorrow morning I will go to the CSI laboratory to get the autopsy report of Grant Lee who was hit by a car, and then we will go find Yijun... Liu asked about the situation, maybe she is also working for this group of people.”
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Early the next morning, Jack made some beef siomai and sent it to Hannah who had been busy all night. Then he went to the CSI New York laboratory. After chatting with Mike Taylor for a few words, he received a call from Danny. .

To his surprise, or to everyone's surprise, the patrol found a body in Dongcheng District early this morning. It was Nelson Zhou who was released from the police station last night.

When Jack arrived, Danny was on the phone next to the blue Subaru Impreza WRX, "I told you, you should listen to your brother more, such as locking up that Nelson Zhou last night."

Jack took out his gloves and stepped forward to inspect the body, while Danny continued to taunt his sister on the phone, "I'm standing next to his body now. This guy had a hole in his head and was shot to death. It looks like a typical Gang style.”

“I was also confused, either the Organized Crime Branch had wrong intelligence on Nelson Chow’s small gang of less than ten people, or there was something else going on in this matter.

"Why?" Erin Regan on the other side of the phone was a little confused.

Even though Erin was speaking from her professional perspective, Jack still felt strange when he said this. What was going on with this strange feeling of regret?

"Yes, Jimmy's safety depends on whether this case can be solved as soon as possible. There is also a missing victim. You and Jack have to find a way, brother." Erin also realized this.

But no matter what, Jimmy (James' nickname) is in big trouble this time. These people are so ruthless in attacking their own people, and now Jimmy has become the only person involved. "

"Did his associates do it? In that case, the victim is missing and both suspects are dead, and the case is over."

"Because he's dead." When Danny saw Jack, he waved to the body in the cab, indicating that he could help himself.

"Thank you for reminding me, dear sister, goodbye." Danny hung up the phone and muttered, "Now that I finally know that I have a brother, why didn't you remember to leave a bite of the lobster for me last night?"

"Did you find anything?" He came to Jack's side.

"Although it was a close-range gunshot wound, I don't quite agree with your judgment that it was one of your own who committed the crime." As he spoke, Jack took out a leaflet from the deceased's pocket. "The person who killed him was passing information to the police." Jack pointed to the coagulated blood and brain matter on the corner of the flyer. "This thing was stuffed into his pocket. It was probably after death." ."

Danny didn't wear gloves. He waited for Jack to put the flyer into an evidence bag and then took it in his hand. He frowned and read the line on it, "Have you heard of the No Street Charity Association?"

"No." Jack took off his gloves and took out his mobile phone to search. "It looks like a community service center. It provides free English courses and legal consultation. Well... it even has outpatient medical services."

"So you think we met a vigilante?" Danny's brows twisted into a strange shape.

"To be more precise, it's a kind of cutting. Maybe you should call your father or grandfather. I guess they can ask something."

Jack had a suspicion in his mind. After learning about the history of the Chinese gangs in New York, especially the decline of the XX Gang, the Most likely an act of cutting between the old-school gangs of "Chinatown" and the emerging gangs.

An hour later, in an Irish cafe that looked quite historic, Frank Regan couldn't help but frown after listening to the two men's accounts, twisting his brows into the same strange shape as Danny.

"This is the autopsy report I got from the CSI lab before. Grant Lee, uh, the accomplice who attempted to kidnap Nelson Monday together, CSI found some fresh blood drops on his clothes that did not belong to him. .

These blood drops belonged to a woman, most likely the victim named Mintai. The blood test results showed that she was a pregnant woman and was about to give birth. "

After Jack finished speaking, he handed over the forensic report in his hand.

"If Mintai was once a call girl for Nelson Zhou, but she is pregnant and will definitely not be able to take clients, then why are you trying to kidnap her?"

Danny was a little confused. Even if the client had some special hobbies, he wouldn't attack a pregnant woman who was about to give birth, unless it was for...
Frank already had some calculations in his mind at this time, and his face returned to the boss's usual calm expression.

"Since someone has given hints, why don't you follow the clues, just like Danny you often say, you go to the Bejie Charity Association.

I will call a few 'old friends'. I haven't contacted them for many years. To be honest, I don't like dealing with Chinese people who talk in roundabout ways, especially those old guys. "
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Mott Street, also known as "Mott Street", is regarded as the main thoroughfare of New York's "Chinatown". Since its formation in 1890, the scope of "Chinatown" has once expanded to include Canal Street, Bayer Street, Disclosure Street, and Lafayette. Street, Bowery and East Broadway.

Nowadays, with the development of the times and the influx of new immigrants, Flushing, Queens, is gradually rising. This old "Chinatown" is gradually declining, just like the old-school Chinese gangsters who once entrenched here.

The Bejie Charity Association is located in an old office building here. The person who received the two people was the person in charge here, Nicholas Zheng, a middle-aged Chinese in his 40s with black hair. He seemed to be well-maintained, but his clothes were... Very simple and speaks fluent English.

"Nelson Zhou? I have never heard of this name, but we have indeed provided help to many people. Maybe he is one of them?" Nicholas Zheng seemed very enthusiastic when he heard that the two police officers were just here to ask someone.

(End of this chapter)