West Coast American Iai

Chapter 8 How about becoming an informant?
"What's in this thing?"

Luo Su, who walked out of the Long Beach Police Station and returned to the police car, took out the cell phone wrapped in an envelope from his trouser pocket, wondering what was inside.

However, Luo Su did not open it. After all, there were some things that it was better not to look at.

"07:30?"

Luo Su took out his cell phone and took a look. It was only 07:30 in the evening, which was still an hour and a half before he usually got off work at nine o'clock.

Working until nine o'clock in the evening every day can earn a little perfect attendance for a week. Luo Su has been working full time for six days, so he can't let it go to waste today.

"That's right, that guy."

Just when Luo Su was thinking about where he should go and wander around again, he suddenly remembered the black man lying on the bench at noon.

"You should have left already, right?"

Luo Su didn't think that guy would stay where he was and wait for him to go back, even though he did say so at the time.

"Let's go and have a look."

Anyway, it was idle, so Luo Su started the police car and drove towards the wealthy area at noon.

When Luo Su drove to the previous area, before he even got close, he saw a person who seemed to be lying on the bench.

It's just that the other person is a black man. It's almost eight o'clock in the evening, so it's really hard to see clearly.

But judging from the silhouette and attire, the other person seemed to be the black man Luo Su met at noon.

"Crack."

Luo Su opened the door and got out of the car, put his right hand on his waist, and walked slowly towards the black man.

"Yah, why are you here again?"

The black man with dreadlocks didn't seem to be waiting for Luo Su's arrival. When he heard the noise and opened his eyes to look at Luo Su, he realized that the policeman seemed to be here again.

"Are you really ready to live here?" Luo Su knew that he had been a little pretentious just now, and it seemed that the other party just didn't take his words seriously at all.

The black man with dreadlocks lying on the bench sighed and sat up from the bench, "Sir, I'll just sleep on the bench, okay?"

After saying that, the black man raised his right hand, revealing an electronic watch with a damaged screen that he picked up somewhere, and said, "It's already eight o'clock, aren't you getting off work yet?"

"Tomorrow, when those damn guys from the Crip Gang leave my house, I will go back."

"How about you just take me in?"

Having said this, the black man immediately lay down on the bench.

"Crip Gang?"

When Luo Su heard the words lame gang, he immediately became energetic.The $100 million mission he just took over today was related to the Crip Gang and the Blood Gang.

In California, the Crip Gang, also known as the Crip gang, is a gang that emerged in the Los Angeles area.

They are one of the most influential gangs on the West Coast, alongside the Bloods and the Mexican Gang.

The Crips' history dates back to the 1970s, when it was formed by a group of teenagers in Los Angeles.These people formed a close bond through music, fashion, and culture and eventually formed the Crip Gang.

The logo of the Crip Gang is blue and green. In the culture of the Crip Gang, blue and green represent loyalty and family honor. These two concepts also make their organization very strict and are one of the reasons why the Crip Gang can exist for a long time. .

And with this unusually united structure, they have become one of the most troublesome organizations in the Los Angeles Police Department.

Even in 2023, the Crip Gang is still an influential and large-scale organization in the Los Angeles area.

However, in recent years, due to the impact of the Bloods and Mexican gangs, they have gradually lost control of the local community.

And many gang members have entered old age, and the new generation of members does not appear to be as committed to the ideals of the Crip as their predecessors.

"What's your relationship with the Crip Gang?" From the other party's words, it seemed that the Crip Gang people were looking for trouble for him.It seems that the other party is either a member of a rival gang or a traitor to the Crips.

"What do I have to do with the Crips? Those old guys."

"Bah, I'll quit tomorrow."

Obviously, the black man didn't have a good impression of the old man.

"It seems that you have a lot of resentment against the Crip Gang." At this time, Luo Su seemed to have an idea, and lowered his right hand that had been resting on his waist, "Since you look down on the Crip Gang so much, do you have any ideas? ?”

The black man looked at Luo Su's hand hanging down and said, "What do you think?"

"For example, be an informant?" If Luo Su wanted to grasp the movements of the Crip Gang, it seemed to be a very easy and trouble-free way to arrange an informant.

"Den."

The black man with dreadlocks suddenly jumped up, glared at Luo Su, and said: "You damn thing"

"Crack."

Before the black man could finish the two words of the note, Luo Su pulled out the pistol from his waist with a speed that the black man with dreadlocks had never seen before, and pressed it firmly against his forehead.

"Two hundred dollars." Luo Su held the gun against the opponent with his right hand, and took out a few U.S. dollars from his shirt pocket with his left hand. "I need help with all the movements in Long Beach City next month."

"Can you do it?"

Although the black man was sweating on his forehead at this time, his eyes still moved from Luo Su's right hand to the stack of dollars.

"$200 for all the moves, isn't it?"

"despair."

Luo Su opened the Colt's safety with his right thumb and said, "Can it be done, or can't it be done?"

"Can, can."

Luo Su's strength made the black man with dreadlocks dare not guess whether the other party dared to shoot. After all, he just needed to pull the trigger, but he lost his life.

"As long as you continue to provide information within the next month, I will give you another $200. Of course, that is if you can get the information."

"This is my phone number. Contact me in two days. If you want to take the money and run away, don't blame me."

"Snapped."

Luo Su pulled the trigger with his right hand, and the revolver turned. After a soft sound, the black man who subconsciously closed his eyes felt that his soul was about to float out of his body.

No bullets?

The black man, whose heart was beating wildly, opened his eyes again and saw that Luo Su had put away the pistol and walked back to the police car.

I'm not dead
Although there are no words in the minds of black people that if they survive a catastrophe, they will be lucky in the future, they still have the feeling of surviving a catastrophe.

This was the first time he had faced such a powerful police officer like Luo Su, especially the speed with which he drew his gun and the contemptuous look in his eyes when he pulled the trigger. Even though Luo Su had left, the black man still felt a little confused when he recalled it. fear.

"Remember, in two days."

Luo Su, who had restarted the police car, opened the window, pointed his left index finger at the black man, and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the car sped out suddenly without giving the other party a chance to reply.

"Go to hell, Cop."

After the black man was sure that Luo Su had really left, he raised his right hand and raised his middle finger in the direction where the police car disappeared.

(End of this chapter)