Chapter 410: The New Leader of the Cripple Gang, an Underground Gang that Cannot Cooperate

There was a sudden gunshot.

Not only did the gang members who were getting closer and closer stopped immediately, they became sober in an instant.

Some members even made preparations to flee, obviously reacting greatly to the sound of gunshots.

After all, in a place like the United States, subconsciously avoiding gunshots is a reaction engraved in the bones of many people.

A free and beautiful country with shootings every day.

The sound of the gunshot shocked Werther, and he subconsciously raised the submachine gun at his waist. As an experienced police officer, he would definitely not fire a warning shot in this situation.

Because once it is not handled properly, it is likely to become a large-scale shooting.

Just when the atmosphere became tense for a moment.

An impatient shout came from the crowd on the left.

"Hey, Bro, give it a go."

"I want to see...which idiot dares to break into our lame gang's base camp."

As soon as these words came out.

The members of the Crip Gang who were originally gathered together on the left moved away to both sides, revealing a path in the middle.

In the sight of Liu Yang and others, they could already clearly see...a bald, muscular man with many tattoos on his face, standing in front of a tent at the end of the stadium.

He pulled up his jeans with one hand, and the pistol held high in his hand was still smoking.

And behind this bald, muscular man, a black girl who was probably just a member of the group showed her head in the tent, covering her chest with her hands and her naked body, pouting with dissatisfaction.

It's obvious.

When everyone just entered the indoor basketball court, this bald, muscular man was engaging in some kind of pleasant exercise with the black girl who had her head exposed.

Judging from the expression of the black girl, it seems that she did not have much fun in this exercise.

There were so many members in the indoor basketball court, but this bald, muscular man was able to do that kind of thing in the tent, and no members who had yet to get drunk dared to disturb him.

His status in the gang is already obvious.

Looking at the bald man, Werther immediately raised the submachine gun in his hand and said with cold eyes.

"Horford."

"Throw your damn pistol on the ground."

"You know... just based on your act of shooting just now, I can arrest you in the New York Police Department and let you stay there for a few days."

Hear this.

Horford didn't have any fear on his face. Instead, he showed a mocking expression, and he didn't throw the pistol to the ground.

He put his little finger through the trigger of the pistol, raised his palm and put it in front of himself, widened his eyes and showed a deliberately horrified expression, and said quickly while slowly approaching the crowd.

"Oh, Officer Witte, I'm really scared."

"Come and catch me, hurry up and take me to the New York Police Department."

"I think you have forgotten our American laws? You came to the headquarters of our Crip Gang for no reason. Even if I kill you now, it doesn't seem to be a big deal, right?"

"For no reason?" Although Werther's expression did not give in at all, the submachine gun he had raised now was enough to see the tension in his heart, and he continued to say sternly.

"We suspect that your Crip Gang is involved in a murder."

"This is with Sheriff Walker's permission, let us come here to understand relevant matters, I warn you... Cooperation is the only option, don't let things get too ugly."

Although the tone was very strong and cold.

But it can be clearly felt that... Werther lacks the confidence to come to the base camp of such a large underground gang and face so many members who have just flown over the leaves.

If a member of the hierarchy takes the lead, the situation may escalate quickly.

For these gang members, even if they do something extreme, they will just spend the rest of their lives in prison. Without the death penalty, there is nothing to fear.

Hear the word homicide.

Horford seemed to be interested and walked to the front of the many gang members on the left. He clasped his ear with the hand that was not holding the pistol and said disdainfully.

"Homicide?"

"It seems that your NYPD is quite well informed."

"To find out so quickly that that idiot Deco is dead, I thought... with the usual laziness of your New York Police Department, it would take at least a month to know the news."

"Because Deco is dead, although Officer Witte, you just said something that made me very unhappy..."

Speaking of which.

Horford suddenly took two steps forward very excitedly, got close to Witt, and roared with saliva.

"I am not the second in command of FUCK now, but the leader of the Crip Gang."

"Deco is dead and has nothing to do with our Crip Gang, so now... while I can still control myself, take your people and get out of here."

"Even if I killed Deco, what does it have to do with your New York Police Department? This is our underground gang's usual method of preying on the weak. Do you have the right to point a gun at me here?"

"If you, son of a bitch, have been away from the Blood Gang for too long, you have forgotten the rules of our underground gangs."

"Then I don't mind teaching you a lesson, so that you know what respect means, and what it means that you, a member of the Blood Gang, should not come to our Lame Gang's place."

"While I can still control myself, get out of here right away!"

This series of roaring roars.

Full of underground gangs and violent black people.

But after the roar, the underground gang members who had stopped because of the gunshots began to slowly move forward.

The pressure of nearly a hundred people approaching made Officer Witt sweat on his forehead.

He could only hold the submachine gun, make a gesture as if he was about to shoot, and continue to warn.

"Horford."

"I'm warning you one last time, cooperate with our New York Police Department investigation immediately, and let all members stop."

"Don't make simple things complicated, otherwise you will definitely regret it."

Although Witt was still warning, his tone was obviously weaker, without the previous confidence.

As a black man who bullies the weak and fears the strong, how could Horford not see Witt's current tension? Not only did he not give in, he played with the pistol in his hand and said with disdain.

"Officer Witt."

"It's not that I made things complicated, but after you put on this bitch's clothes, you can't tell whose territory this is."

"Get out of the basketball court now, and everything will be simple."

The voice fell.

The underground gang members who kept approaching even began to roar in the same way, shouting for everyone to get out of the indoor stadium.

Some members who were addicted even took out pistols from their pockets, but they obviously still maintained some rationality and did not open the safety or load the gun directly.

Seeing this scene.

Liu Yang has clearly judged that...Witt alone can't control this situation, and the deterrence of the New York Police Department has no effect on these Crips.

Of course, the most important thing is...the bald Horford, the leader, has just become the current leader of the Crips, so he needs to establish his prestige in this occasion.

If it's a while later, maybe there will be a possibility of a good discussion.

But time is urgent, we must dig out clues today, and we can't wait for the bald man in front of us to consolidate his position.

Thinking of this.

Liu Yang no longer hesitated, and immediately stepped forward, stood in front of Witt, and spoke.

"If you don't want to provoke the Morgan Consortium, you'd better cooperate with our investigation."

"We are here this time because of the murder of Little Morgan, not the so-called boss Deco of your Cripple Gang."

"Remember... I'm talking about the Morgan Consortium..."