Chapter 2595: Whistling Down (Fifty-Three)

Chapter 2569: Down the Storm (Fifty-three)

"What the hell, what's the commotion in the middle of the night?... Ah, Chief, you're here."

The originally serious tall police officer immediately smiled, but Gordon didn't have time to play with him. He crossed the cordon and walked inside, asking: "What's going on? How could a large-scale fight break out? What do your people do?"

The tall police officer showed a bitter face and said: "Who knows what these bastards are crazy about?! They don't sleep in the middle of the night and come here to fight."

"What are the casualties?"

"Two dead and more than a dozen injured. Now the two sides are in a ceasefire. Our negotiation experts are persuading both sides, but there is no effect for the time being."

Gordon glanced at him impatiently, and the tall subordinate immediately felt frightened.

The sheriff who had gone through the darkest years of Gotham was no longer a pebble that would rise and fall with the waves, but a reef that had stood on the coastline for millions of years, tall, silent, resolute, unshakable, and indestructible.

The amazing power he carried was like the fossilized footprints of a giant beast that had been discovered, allowing people to glimpse the footprints of the turbulent era across the long river of history.

Gordon stopped, turned around and looked at his subordinates behind him and said, "Find a local who knows."

Everyone immediately dispersed, preferring to deal with the ruffians rather than say a word to Gordon who was furious.

Soon a man was brought over, he was a little trembling, but still showed a bright smile to Gordon.

Gordon looked him up and down, and the tall police officer who was holding him said, "Black Martin, people here say he is a know-it-all."

"Hello, sheriff, hello." Black Martin nodded and bowed, and even took out a cigarette to light it for Gordon.

Gordon waved his hand, refused his cigarette and said, "I don't have time to joke with you. Tell me the truth. What happened to this? How could it be like this?"

Martin also showed a bitter face, scratched his head and said, "I also find it strange, Sheriff. It was fine during the day, but it became like this after I delivered a batch of goods."

"It was fine during the day?" Gordon obviously did not agree with this statement, and said, "What about yesterday and the day before yesterday?"

Martin immediately showed a hesitant expression.

Gordon sighed and said, "I can tell you, if this continues, this market will not be open. I will close it for as long as they fight. Let's see who dies first or you can't pay the rent first."

"No, no, no, don't, Sheriff, you are a good man, you can't do this!!" Martin immediately raised his voice and said, "There are so many vendors in this market, we can't let them all starve to death."

"You also know they don't want to starve to death, so tell me quickly, what's going on with those two idiots?"

Martin sighed and said, "If you trace it back so long ago, there is indeed a problem, probably a few months ago..."

"A few months ago?!"

"Two or three months." Martin took a puff of cigarette and cleared his throat He spat to the side, tapped the ground with his toes and said, "Two and a half months ago, yes, two and a half months... a group of strangers appeared around here, I mean Mexicans."

"I grew up in this area, I know all the Mexicans here, some were former gang thugs, some were illegal immigrants like me who came here in the past two years, but in short, they are all acquaintances."

"But two and a half months ago, a group of guys with unknown origins came here. They looked quite rich. They bought up the stalls on a street and drove away all the vendors who came near."

"Unknown origins?"

"Yes, I'm sure they didn't come here illegally." Martin took a breath and said, "You also know that most of the smugglers who do illegal immigration to the United States are Mexicans. Brother, the demand over there is so strong that I deliberately made good contacts with them when I came here. I can’t say that I have opened up all the connections, but I have gotten to know a lot of them. ”

“After that group of people came, I immediately called the people on the border and they all said they had never seen them. Could it be that they still use sea transportation these days?”

“I don’t know, so I didn’t provoke them. But the locals are not so easy to bully. They took up the territory right away and didn’t pay homage to the dock. Who can tolerate them?”

“The locals have been looking for trouble several times. At the beginning, the two sides were evenly matched. Later, for some reason, the younger brother of a boss here disappeared. They have always suspected that it was done by that group of people, but there is no evidence. ”

“If you ask me how the two sides Why did they suddenly fight? I think it might be the strangers who came later who did it, and the locals found evidence. They have tolerated these people for a long time, and they might use this as an excuse to drive them out. "

Gordon did not interrogate the time, place, cause, process, result, etc. like a normal policeman, but took a breath and said: "There is a reason why these people dare to be so arrogant, right? Who is their backer?"

Martin immediately smiled and made a money gesture with his hand. Gordon snorted coldly, took out a roll of US dollars from his pocket, stuffed it into Martin's hand, and said with a curled lip: "Don't complain about the small amount, everyone's life is not easy now."

"How can it be, you are magnanimous, I promise to explain this matter to you clearly. "

Martin simply squatted on the ground, which was his most comfortable position. While counting the bills in his hand, he said: "The locals can't figure out where these rich and extremely arrogant guys come from, but I can see it." Click on the door.”

"Nowadays, all walks of life are not making money, and rich people are saving their money. Not many people are generous, but these people spend money without any scruples, as if they have a grudge against money and want to get rid of it as soon as possible. The money is spent.”

"According to my many years of experience, this shows that their money is not coming from the right way and needs to be replaced with objects as soon as possible, otherwise they may be dragged into the water."

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"Ordinary people would suspect them of money laundering, but this group of people doesn't look like it. To put it bluntly, I feel like they can't even count. It's impossible for whose black gloves it is."

"Then there is only one possibility left. The only criminals who can still make money these days are drug dealers."

Gordon folded his arms and sighed. He had to admit that Martin was right. It is difficult to work in all walks of life now, and it is also difficult in the criminal industry. You can't get money by robbing, and you can't get good things by stealing.

Among large-scale organized crimes, the most profitable is smuggling, followed by drug trafficking. In addition, everyone is under great pressure and is in a bad mental state. Many people want to find some fun to relieve stress. Drugs are the cheapest. Planted.

New Jersey's anti-drug law is not strict, but it has not reached the point of legalization. After Gordon took office, he severely cracked down on organized crime. Local drug dealers were basically in bad luck, but there was still an influx of drugs.

Gordon also knew that there was no way to completely ban this stuff, so just leave it open, as long as it didn't cause large-scale chaos, otherwise the crazy drug addicts would cause even greater trouble.

This can explain why these newly arrived Mexicans are rich and arrogant, but they feel sneaky. They are an emerging drug trafficking group that can dominate most people, but at the same time they are not sure that they can. Only if you can beat the Gotham Police Department will you be in such a state.

"Where did the drugs come in?" Gordon asked.

Martin quickly waved his hand and said: "I don't know, Sheriff, you can't ask me this question, and I can't answer it, otherwise we will both be in trouble."

Seeing his attitude, Gordon couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. He said: "Forget it, you still have to make a living here. It's normal to be afraid of their revenge, but you tell me, you won't Do you think I’m afraid of some little drug dealers?”

"That's not true...but this group of people...how should I put it...they have a big backer, otherwise you'd better not ask."

The more Martin said this, the more doubtful Gordon became. He waved to his subordinate and took out a roll of dollars from his pants pocket, which was much thicker than what he had just taken out.

In the end, Martin still waved his hands repeatedly, saying that the money can be earned or spent.

Seeing that something was wrong, Gordon took Martin directly to the car. Martin said with a bitter face: "It's useless for you to bring me here. Everyone knows that you want to ask me. What if you drive directly tomorrow?" If I get shot, I will die without a burial place.”

"Don't worry, since you said it's a big backer, I won't be so impulsive and alert the enemy. I know that it just involves some people who you think are impossible to deal with."

"But after all, I am the chief of the Gotham Police Department. I have connections you can't imagine. If I really want to take action, I won't give them a chance to react."

Martin seemed to have been fighting with heaven and man for a long time. He stared at Gordon sitting in the front seat through the rearview mirror of the car and said very sincerely: "Of course I believe you will fight evil to the end, because you have done this before. That’s why I can stand here and talk to you.”

"We people here think like this. It's not easy to make a living here, and we can make a living because if someone comes to snatch our bowl, we can even call the police to file a complaint like human beings, instead of just like A dog was beaten to death and thrown into the sewer.”

"But it's not that simple, Sheriff, I'm from Guadalajara."

As soon as the last word came out, Gordon's brows knitted into a straight line, and he immediately realized what Martin was talking about.

"Are you related to the rebels?"

Martin did not continue to talk about this topic, but said: "In my hometown, drug dealers are more powerful than God. In the past, we had to plant whatever they asked us to plant. Anyone who dared to disobey would be set on fire and everyone would be killed." Burned."

"It is precisely because I grew up in this environment that I know that their current sneaky state is not because of their conscience, but because someone makes them afraid."

"Since you know they are afraid of me, why are you so secretive?" Gordon asked.

"Of course it's because I don't want you to get involved in these things. Since you know the Revolutionary Army, you know the weight of this struggle. Once you get involved, you will never be able to get away."

Martin put his hand on the seat in front of him, looked at Gordon's eyes in the rearview mirror with his bright eyes, and said: "You can treat this matter as a simple fire and deal with it, instead of having to go." Pay attention to the identity of one of them, right?"

Martin's hint couldn't be more obvious, and Gordon completely understood what he meant. The appearance of this group of drug dealers in Gotham must be related to the situation in Mexico. So far, the situation in Mexico is still a quagmire that even major powers dare not openly intervene.

Gordon has reached the end of his career in Gotham's police system, and he has become the smelliest and hardest rock.

But throwing this tall reef on the coast into the entire universe is still an insignificant grain of sand. The danger of this matter is far beyond the scope of justice that Gordon can preside over. Martin does not want him to participate in it. He hopes that he will continue to protect the peace of the area as usual.

What will Gordon choose?

What else can this stubborn rock choose?

Gordon paused for a second, stood up and took out a pack of cigarettes from the door grid, adjusted his sitting posture, and leaned back in a relaxed manner. When the aroma of good cigarettes spread inside the car, Martin sniffed.

Gordon bit the cigarette in his mouth with one side of his canine teeth, passed the remaining unsmoked cigarette to Martin across the seat, and took out the cigarette in his mouth with his rough fingers, exhaled a puff of smoke and said:

"No one's life is easy now, that's all, tell me."