Chapter 409 A Gang Member with a Bad Look in His Eyes, a Gunshot Breaks the Silence

Looking at the thin black man thrown on the ground

Bai Yu couldn't help but frowned, and had a clearer understanding of the Crips Gang in his heart.

But according to criminal investigation technology and drug performance, the state of this thin black man is definitely not due to too many flying leaves.

It is a typical state of completely losing control of feces and urine due to excessive intake of high-purity drugs, which leads to bladder atrophy, coupled with the complete corrosion of the spirit.

From this point, it has been confirmed again... The Crips Gang is definitely related to the poker organization.

Otherwise, this so-called Crips Gang alone definitely does not have so many US dollars to buy such a large amount of high-purity drugs that any member can absorb to this extent.

Then there was no hesitation at all, and he quickly signaled.

"You can get off the car, we are in the right place this time."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we can definitely dig out clues about the murder of Morgan Jr. here."

"Hurry up, Officer Witt."

Hearing this.

Witt, who was waiting for the command of several people, immediately honked the horn of the police car.

The two black members who had just dropped the members who had smoked too much and were about to go in to have fun, but didn't notice that there were three police cars in front of them, and were immediately frightened by the horn.

Then they stared at the front with wide eyes, and their enlarged nostrils showed that they were very angry.

But after finding out that it was a police car from the New York Police Department, the anger that had just appeared on their faces turned into confusion.

In their impression, even those people from the New York Police Department should try their best to avoid coming to the core block base of such underground gangs.

Even if a murder occurred, as long as the situation was not magnified by the online media, the underground gangs would solve it themselves or hand over a scapegoat.

Just when the two members were confused, Witt had already unbuckled his seat belt, touched the submachine gun slung across his waist, and seemed to give him a little sense of security, and then he pushed open the car door and walked out.

Looking at the two black people in front of the gymnasium, before he could say anything, one of the black people shouted in a bad tone.

"Witt."

"This is the Crips' headquarters. What are you, a Bloods member, doing here? Are you looking for death?"

"Don't f*cking think that just because you're a policeman, you can use this identity to come and pick a fight with our Crips. Get out of here."

It can be seen.

The two Crips members in front of him didn't take Witt seriously at all.

Or... they thought he was going to use his police identity to drive a police car here to get back the Bloods.

The Crips and Bloods, as the two largest underground gangs in New York City, have had a lot of friction and bloody fights over this period of time. Witt even used his special identity to detain several small leaders of the Crips in the New York Police Department for several days.

Of course, when Witt did these things, he was not in the core neighborhood of the Crips, let alone in front of the headquarters.

Witt had long been accustomed to the threats from these gang members, and he didn't get angry because of it. He just patted the submachine gun at his waist and said coldly.

"Get out of here, idiot."

"This time it has nothing to do with the Blood Gang. I came to this basketball court as a police officer of the New York Police Department to understand a murder case."

"I only give you three seconds. Either open the door or go to see God."

After saying that.

Witt patted the submachine gun on his waist again, indicating that he was not here to joke.

At the same time, Liu Yang and others and the police officers in the other two police cars had already got off the car.

Seeing so many people coming, even yellow people, those policemen were different from their usual duty. They also brought submachine guns, obviously coming prepared.

The two sturdy members of the Cripple Gang turned their heads and looked at each other, and nodded at the same time.

Then one of them pulled one side and pulled open the two iron doors of the indoor basketball court directly.

Because the iron door had not been maintained for a long time, it made an extremely harsh squeak when it was pulled open.

This sound instantly attracted other members in the basketball court, and they all looked at the door with some confusion.

Witt knew he couldn't escape, and he thought that if he tried his best, he might get a good evaluation, and if he didn't find the murderer, he wouldn't be implicated.

After nodding to everyone, he took the lead and walked slowly towards the indoor basketball court.

......

As everyone walked into the basketball court.

Liu Yang just took a breath and smelled the extremely pungent smell of drugs, mixed with unbearable sweat, foot odor, body odor, etc.

At the same time, he looked around the entire indoor basketball court.

Just as Witt said before, this can no longer be considered a basketball court.

Both baskets have been dismantled, leaving only half of the base on the ground. The venue is filled with various gambling tables, billiard tables, tools specifically used for drug use, and even a simple boxing ring in the middle of the venue.

The floor of the ring is full of dried blood, and it is obvious that there are many boxing matches in this ring.

On both sides of the basketball court, it is roughly estimated that there are more than 40 people standing on each side, and a total of... There are nearly 100 gang members in this indoor basketball court alone.

Many of them had bulges on their waists, obviously carrying pistols.

These were only the members in the base camp, not including those who were out or in the streets, but it was enough to show the size of the Crips.

It has to be admitted that these black people in the slums at the bottom of the United States are indeed gifted in banding together for warmth.

At least bringing so many people together would make even the New York Police Department a little wary.

But it also further illustrates... it is absolutely impossible to get so many members to eat without the existence of the poker organization.

Continuing to walk into the basketball court and standing next to the boxing ring, Witt looked around at the Crips on both sides with unfriendly expressions and shouted.

"I'm not here to cause trouble this time, but to get clues to a homicide."

"So I don't want to waste time. Where is Horford, the second in command of your Crips? Ask him to come out immediately to cooperate with our police investigation."

The voice fell.

The Crips present did not make any move, but continued to stare at Witt with unfriendly eyes.

There were even some members who were obviously intoxicated and were slowly approaching the crowd.

The next second.

"Bang!!!"

A sharp gunshot suddenly rang out in the entire indoor basketball hall...