West Coast American Iai

Chapter 26 Long Beach, who has the final say?
"That gang of cops went to the Mexican gang again?"

Crip Gang, Cannella, who was debugging a semi-automatic rifle, said with some confusion after hearing Mike's report.

In Cannella's opinion, Naluosu should go to the Blood Gang or come to him to coordinate. Why did he find Mexico, who had just had a conflict with him?
"Then what happens?"

Cannella unloaded the AR-15 magazine with one hand and asked Mike in front of the bar of the tavern without looking back.

"The man came out about half an hour after he went in. As for where he went, I don't know."

Mike's mission for the past two days was to keep an eye on Besley, who had been identified as a traitor to the Crip Gang. Therefore, after Luo Su left, he did not follow him immediately. Instead, he continued to stay outside the Mexican Gang bar and watch Besley's whereabouts. .

"But the direction they were walking in was not the direction of Third Street, but the direction of the Long Beach Police Department."

Although Mike didn't see the specific place Luo Su was going to, he could still roughly guess Luo Su's destination based on the other party's driving route.

"Crack."

After checking the rifle, Cannella put the magazine back in, picked it up with one hand, put his shoulder on the butt of the gun, and took aim.

However, due to the lack of one hand, Cannella's aim is much more troublesome than ordinary people. If he really fires, the stability will be very poor.

But even so, Cannella still likes rifles and shotguns. Compared with short pistols, he feels that these are the weapons that men should use.

"It seems that Officer Luosu doesn't use common sense."

After playing with the AR-15 rifle for a while, Cannella handed it to Mike, then stood up and walked around the bar towards the wine table.

"Arturo Santos was also very strange this time. He didn't leave the note. Wasn't he shot? It's strange."

Cannella also didn't understand Arturo Santos's operation.According to his past experience, Arturo Santos is the most easily angered and the most thoughtless in his actions.

And such a person actually let go of a guy who broke into his base camp three times. This really made Cannella a little confused.

"Ismail?"

"If it were him, it would make sense."

Cannella has fought with the Mexican Gang and the Bloods Gang in Long Beach for many years, and of course he knows the core members of these two gangs.

However, Arturo Santos's younger brother Ismael Santos has only been here in Long Beach for less than 2 months, and Cannella is not too familiar with him, but even with just a few simple contacts, Cannella I also know that this guy is definitely not comparable to Arturo Santos.

"In this case, that cop is going to unite with the Mexican gang? This is rare."

"But, who will their target be? Us? Or the Blood Gang?"

Cannella sat at the wine table, thinking to herself.

"Hey, boss, I think Besley is determined to be the informant for that piece of work, so why don't we let him go first?" Mike walked to the round table with the AR-15 handed to him by Cannella in his hand. Next to him, he whispered.

"Don't you understand what I said yesterday?"

Cannella turned back sharply, staring straight at Mike with a pair of pupils that seemed to reveal murderous intent.

"Yes Yes"

Mike was frightened by Cannella's sudden look, and nodded repeatedly.

"Don't touch him this month, just let him keep an eye on the Mexican gang. As for other things, don't leave it to him."

Cannella seemed to have some thoughts about Nabesley, but Mike really couldn't understand the intention and could only nod mechanically.After explaining what happened with Besley, Cannella continued to say to Mike: "Pay more attention to the Mexican gang and the police. We are probably one of their targets."

"Go."

"Yes."

Mike nodded, placed the AR-15 rifle on the round table, turned around and walked towards the door of the pub.

When Mike walked out of the tavern, Cannella pulled the AR-15 rifle in front of him and tapped the butt of the rifle with his fingers, "Haha, I want to see who has the final say in Long Beach."

“Of course we have the final say in the city of Long Beach.”

At the rendezvous point of the Long Beach Police Department's special operations team, on the roadside in front of Luo Su's house, Luo Su was holding a bottle of Pepsi and said to Selina beside him.

"How could it be that we have the final say?" Selina curled her lips and didn't care.

Although Selina had not thought about this issue before, even if she didn't think about it, she still knew that Long Beach City was either controlled by the consortium or the mayor. How could it be their turn? A patrolman sunbathing on the street?

"Don't believe it, we have the final say whether Long Beach City is in chaos or not."

Luo Su drank the Coke in one gulp and threw the bottle into the cargo box of the pickup truck. He pointed to the other end of the street and said, "Mobley is here, ready to go to the third district."

"So early? Didn't you tell the two guys from Mexico that it would be seven o'clock in the evening?" Although Selena obediently opened the car door, she was still very confused inside.

"I asked them to go there at [-]pm, but who said we should go there at [-]pm too?"

After Luo Su finished speaking with a smile, he picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Don't stop the car, go directly to the third block."

"receive."

"clear."

Under Luo Su's command, the five police cars that had just arrived roared past the pickup truck without making any stops.

"Follow me, let's go see the quality of the Blood Gang first." Luo Su pulled up his seat belt and gave up the driving seat to Selina.

"I said, can you please stop moving your seat every time you drive?"

Selina complained while adjusting the driver's seat.

But complaints are complaints, and Selina's hands were not idle. As soon as the seats were adjusted, the pickup truck sped out in an instant, chasing after Mobley and the others.

"Are you going to take action later? We don't have a spear."

Since the two were driving a pickup truck, they did not have regular rifles or submachine guns in the vehicle. The only weapons they had with them were the pistols at their waists.

"No need, why do you do anything during the day?" Luo Su waved his hand and said.

"And even if you do it, it's enough."

As Luo Su spoke, he reached out and patted the two Colt revolvers on his waist.Although he was not equipped with four Colts today, these 12 bullets were completely able to suppress the situation.

After all, today is not just Luo Su alone, but also other members of the special operations team.Under the escort of five police cars, the Blood Gang did not dare to attack them openly during the day.

(End of this chapter)