Chapter 101 Tough
The moment the balance and atmosphere are broken is actually very obvious.

Yorks and his companions had no intention of hiding their presence and simply forced their way into an open space that was similar to a courtyard house layout. They started by forcing the crowd aside from the outside and creating space for them to move.

They were seen by many people.

"cops!"

"Cops! Here they come!"

Someone shouted like that, and even though the heavy music was still blaring, it caused a chain reaction in that instant.

Starting with the people York came into contact with, one after another stopped dancing and looked towards them.

Because of York's tall stature and his inherent aura, as well as the serious-looking patrolmen behind him, they consciously made room for him.

For a moment, this scene seemed like a source of infection, slowly spreading out.

The originally lively and happy scene came to an abrupt end in an instant, just like a goose having its life strangled by the throat.

Being stared at by so many young men and some flashy women around him, Yorks remained expressionless. He paused and glanced at the surrounding layout.

There were low buildings on both sides and in front, and some young people appeared on them one after another. Like the four people arrested outside, they were all wearing white vests and loose jeans, or ordinary pants.

These are all West Coast styles.

Obviously, the people who appeared on the upper floor of the low-rise building were all members of the gang that made him feel unfamiliar.

Taking his eyes off these unfriendly young men, Yorks' mind began to think of the new gang that had recently emerged that he had heard about from his colleagues.

The so-called West Coast Wolf Clan.

Thinking of this, York looked back at the building behind him that was taller than the low house, and glanced at Ulisse who was standing on the railing upstairs.

This guy was standing over there, looking over here, surrounded by his younger brothers.

When he looked over, he showed a very harmonious smile.

"This guy"

Maybe because of the added spirit points, Yorks instantly had too many associations.

But he really didn't bother to deal with these street gangs.

Because that is not his business now, but the business of Aqido from the Anti-gang and Anti-narcotics Bureau.

As far as he knows, many gangs or drug trafficking groups have undercover agents from the Anti-gang and Narcotics Bureau.

So don't worry about it.

What he should be concerned about now is what he should be concerned about, that is, receiving reports of noise nuisance and then solving them.

York ignored the gazes of the people around him and continued walking forward.

The people around him, including those in front of him, seemed to be avoiding something and retreated to make space and passage for York.

Among them, the senior patrolmen behind him, such as Ante, were all scattered on both sides of him, holding the handles of their guns with their right hands and extending their left hands to continue pushing to expand the space.

This is the difference of experience. If Keno were here, he would basically not have thought of this step.

Simply by expanding the space to ensure a wide field of vision, you can reduce the risk of being ambushed.

This is the quality of a senior patrolman who has been in the police force for many years. Although he is not as good as a professional, he is more experienced than ordinary people and knows how to deal with this kind of situation. "pig!"

Yorks stopped walking suddenly and looked in the direction of the sound. He took a few steps forward like a tiger rushing down a mountain and dived into the crowd on the right. When screams were heard, he forcibly pulled out the man who had spoken and raised his hand in an international gesture through the gap between the crowd.

The man who spoke instinctively wanted to resist, but he felt that the patrolman who grabbed his right hand was so strong that he could not resist at all and was pulled out by this damn patrolman.

After Yorks pulled the man out with a calm face, he used inertia to twist the man's right hand, then swept his right foot downwards to forcefully sweep both of his feet away, letting his upper and lower body fly sideways into the air and fall heavily to the ground, then he bent down and bent his knees to press on his neck.

The highlight of the whole process was that it was fast and accurate. After the crowd exclaimed and reacted one after another, York had already held down the man with a painful face, took out handcuffs from his tactical belt and spoke calmly.

"You are suspected of insulting a patrol officer. I will arrest you for insult and take you to the West Canyon Police Station for further processing. If you have any objections, you can hire a lawyer."

Although the word pig itself is a term used by gangs to belittle and insult police officers, it is not that serious if you take it too seriously. However, York first charged the man and then made the arrest.

As for the so-called lawyers, he is even less afraid of them because his family has a top-notch lawyer who runs a law firm.

No matter what, he cannot be weak in front of the gang. Once this man insults him, nothing will happen to him. Not only will the gangs here refuse to cooperate, leading to conflicts, but he will also not be able to get through this hurdle.

"What are you doing! Back off!"

"Back off!"

"Back off!"

At this moment, senior patrolmen such as Angte who were scattered around suddenly drew their guns and pointed them at the crowd that was suddenly making some movements and trying to surround them.

At this time, the young people mixed in the crowd looked a little excited, but in fact, they began to feel the herd effect.

This situation is actually quite dangerous for Angte and his men.

York narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled up the insulter who had just had a painful look on his face, and glanced around at the situation which had not been calmed down even when senior patrolmen such as Angte gave warnings. He then pulled out the Colt M1873 with one hand, pulled the hammer with his thumb, and fired a shot into the air.

The speed is still very fast!

boom!
The heavy music could not cover up the sound of gunfire! Everyone was startled and stopped in their tracks! Even the people upstairs and on the low roofs looked shocked.

"Do you want to challenge the police?"

Yorks, with an expressionless face, fired a shot into the air and then pointed the gun at the crowd in front of him who seemed to be awakened by the gunshot.

This finger instantly broke the risk of the herd effect and caused some of the people who were pointed at by the gun to retreat.

"If you want, you might as well give it a try."

The calm words, accompanied by the beats of drums, reached the ears of the crowd. They watched York's breathing gradually become heavier, but they did not dare to move, for fear that they would collapse directly under the pressure of this patrolman.

The situation calmed down instantly, but the situation became weaker.

Seeing this, York pulled the man in his hand to Ante's side, transferred the gun into his hand, turned the gun around and inserted the Colt M1873 into the holster.

The whole process was about confidence. Yorks looked at the crowd in front of him who were retreating to both sides.

With his height slightly taller than those around him, he saw a young man in his twenties pushing aside the people blocking his way in the crowd.

A typical Latino skin tone of dark chocolate.

He is tall and strong, also wearing a white vest and jeans, with a sinister and deep look on his face. The most eye-catching thing is that he has a golden necklace around his neck, like a dog leash, and it is not known whether it is real gold or gold-plated.

(End of this chapter)