Chapter 108 Find the target
At this point in time, patrol officers will basically check the situation inside the car when they stop the vehicle.

Because the suspect's car often contains contraband, such as guns, drugs, etc.

The important thing is that there are only a few places to hide, and it would be too difficult to hide it from the patrol police.

From this point of view, York could tell that this man and woman were probably just ordinary people, and at the very least they were charged with drug possession.

York came to the side of the pickup truck, but did not get close. He shone the flashlight on the door and moved it up and down a few times to ask the man in the driver's seat to get out.

The man looked very thin, his skin was pale and bloodless under the light of the car lights, his hair was messy, and his clothes were a bit worn out, and it was unknown how long it had been since he had cleaned them.

At the same time, his eyes were blurred and empty.

York has seen this kind of image that fits the xi drug too many times. Seeing the man get off the car obediently, he said calmly:

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Uh, officer, I just came out to relax."

Seeing York's muscular figure, the man smiled guiltily.

"Come out to relax at two in the morning?" Yorks raised his eyebrows slightly and shone the light at the driveway.

"Have you seen anyone out to relax now?"

At this time, there was no car in the lane at all, only car lights and lights from buildings in the distance.

The man smiled and said, "Maybe because I like it."

"OK, I approve of your hobby, but do you have a driver's license, sir?"

Yorks moved the flashlight and shone it on the woman who was still dragging her feet.

The woman was dressed up in a flashy way, with hard lines on her face. If it weren't for her long hair, she might be mistaken for a man.

"Ma'am, what the hell are you throwing? Can you come over here for a moment?"

Motioning for the woman to come over, Yorks gave Kino a look.

Jino nodded, crossed paths with the woman as she passed by, and headed towards where she had just been standing.

At this moment, Yorks saw that the woman's eyes drifted a little, but he didn't care and just continued to speak to the man.

"Do you have a driver's license?"

"Yes, officer." Hearing this, the man sensibly fumbled around his body, took out a card and handed it over.

"But it's expired, and I'm trying to find time to re-apply."

York took it. He wanted the driver's license but actually he wanted to check the guy's identity. He took a glance and then picked up the intercom to report and verify the guy's identity.

The dispatch center responded that there was no problem with the identity and no criminal record, but the driver's license had expired.

This is consistent with what the man named Darkman said.

Duckman spread his hands and said, "Officer, I can guarantee that I have not done anything illegal."

York ignored her. Many people always say this before being detained. He was almost getting hairy after hearing it. He just glanced at the woman who seemed a little anxious, returned the driver's license to Duckman, and asked him to stand still.

"Ma'am, what is your name?"

The woman was wearing super short denim shorts, a sweater, and sky-high heels. The overall look was very exaggerated.

Woman: "Jeanne."

York: "So, Jeana, what were you doing just now?"

The woman's eyes began to drift again: "I didn't do anything, I was just taking something."

"OK, turn around in front of the rear of the car." York said calmly.

Jeanna frowned: "Officer, I haven't done anything illegal."

"No, I clearly saw you throwing something, and most importantly, I smelled marijuana. You can't hide it from my nose."

York pointed to the rear of the car and asked Jeanna to turn around and face the rear of the pickup truck.

"So I have the right to do this. If you have any objections, you can complain to me later."

Having said that, Jeanna had no choice but to turn around and face the rear of the car.

York motioned for Duckman to step away, took out a pair of handcuffs from his tactical belt and handcuffed Jeanna's hands, saying as he did so.

"Do you have anything with you?"

Jeanne: “No.”

Yorks raised his eyebrows, took a look at her ultra-short jeans, and finally decided to give up the search.

"OK, just lean against the police car and don't move."

York pulled Jeana and let her lean against the front of the police car and continued walking towards Duckman.

"So, is there anything bad about you?"

Darkman shook his head. “No, officer.”

Yorks raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Duckman's guilty expression: "Then turn around, let me search it."

At the moment this sentence fell, Darkman suddenly changed: "Officer, actually yes, I have some drugs in my pocket."

Seeing Darkman's rapid transformation, York felt amused and asked him to take it out.

“Is it in a bag?”

"Yes." Darkman shrugged and could only obediently take out two small plastic bags from his crowded trouser pockets.

Under the light of car lights and flashlights, it was clear that there was marijuana inside.

"Okay, a small bag of drugs, put it here." Seeing that Duckman was about to hand it over, York pointed the flashlight at the pedal at the rear of the pickup truck.

What York didn't expect was that Duckman took out some more things one after another.

A cigarette, a lighter, two banknotes, and a small packet of pills. It was impossible to tell what they were, but York knew from experience that they were probably psychotropic drugs or some kind of stimulants.

Most importantly, there is a syringe.

"OK, face the rear of the car."

York gave instructions and handcuffed Duckman first, then made him sit on the ground and wait, while he put on gloves and checked these things.

York felt uncomfortable thinking about stuffing so many things into his small trouser pocket.

At the same time, Kino's search also yielded results: two plastic bags containing marijuana, which were what Jeana had just secretly thrown away.

Now, there is more reason to search the car.

After just saying something to Duckman to prove that he had the right to search the car under the current circumstances, Yorks let Kino stick his head in and start searching.

With his guidance, Kino found more things under the passenger seat and under the back seat.

A spoon, more syringes, a syringe with heroin, a marijuana straw.

With so many things being found, Darkman and Jeanne have become increasingly silent.

York asked Kino to deal with these things and pulled Duckman, who was sitting on the ground, towards the back seat of the police car.

"Do you know what these things are?" York asked. Dakman subconsciously looked back in Jeana's direction and sighed, "Officer, these things are all mine. I brought all the drugs."

"So those marijuana straws, stimulants, and heroin under the seats are all yours?" York opened the door and pushed Duckman in.

Duckman leaned back in the back seat and could tell he was already in a bad mood. "Yes, officer. You look like an old patrolman. You know a lot of people take drugs in their cars."

York looked at him. "Your guess is correct. I have been a patrolman for a long time, but most people will stay away from drugs. You know, they know the consequences."

Duckman was stunned for a moment, then met York's gaze and said, "I think this is unlikely."

York shook his head and said seriously: "No, most people would do that. Drugs will ruin your life. Look at how decadent and self-exiled you are now. You even put the wrong license plate on your car and forgot to deal with your driver's license."

According to the dispatch center's notification, this guy has two cars in his name. In addition, these drugs cost a lot of money, so York knew that Duckman was unlikely to be short of money.

Maybe it was York's tone and the regretful look on his face, Duckman's eyes looked a little lost for some reason: "This is crazy, really, it sounds crazy."

"Next time you go out, take a good look around and you will know that those people who take drugs in their cars are a minority after all. The vast majority of families are working hard to make a living.

And you will now be detained for illegal possession of drugs and driving with an expired license." York said seriously, closing the car door under Duckman's gaze, and then walked towards Jeanna.

"He said all the things are his. Is that true?" York said, standing next to Jeanne.

Hearing this, Jeanna was silent for a moment: "No, the two bags of marijuana I threw away were indeed mine."

"Okay, you are an honest man, and he is a responsible man." York gestured for Jeanna to turn around and lead her to the other side.

"So you are a couple?"

"No, I'm married." Jeanne's voice sounded, and she said seriously.

"Officer, I know I shouldn't, but I love him because the person I married has been hurting me, and it was Darkman who reached out and pulled me out of this hellish life, so I love him!"

York was stunned for a moment, but didn't say anything. He continued to send Jeanna to the other side of the back seat of the police car and sat with Duckman.

However, the two men sat there, making eye contact with each other.

Seeing this, York pursed his lips and walked towards Kino. He was too lazy to investigate the situation inside. After all, everyone has different values. Some people rely on drugs to stay away from this real hell, while others rely on drugs to numb themselves.

There are all kinds of reasons. He doesn't care why the two people take drugs or why they fall in love. He only knows that the two people are breaking the law now.

After collecting the incriminating evidence with Gino, York explained the situation to the reporting center and asked someone to come and deal with the pickup truck.
Then he took Dackman and Jeanne, who were still making eye contact in the back seat of the police car and whom he believed to be high, back to the police station for registration.
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West Canyon Police Department.

Break time.

Yorks threw all the things into Kino's hands, under the pretext of giving him training.

In the quiet corridor, he stopped at the water fountain, filled a disposable cup with water, and walked towards the bench a few meters away.

As he sat down, York took out his personal cell phone and took a quick look at it.

The good thing is that there is nothing much going on, just basically daily life stuff.

Due to the time, Yorks looked at the private messages from friends and family and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​replying.

But he kept the information from Gregory of the Detective Bureau in mind.

The previous speculation that a new squadron might be added due to the recent frequent homicide cases has now become true.

The police department's committee just held a meeting yesterday and passed a resolution to add a new squadron to the Detective Bureau.

York grabbed his phone and took a sip of water, distracted for a moment. To be honest, this was a good opportunity for him.

Not only does the new squadron have acquaintances, but it also allows him to personally handle cases and put forward his own ideas to control the direction, while also providing him with the opportunity to quickly climb up the ladder.

"Since the patrol department can no longer keep me, then joining this new squadron must be my best choice." Yorks leaned back in the back chair with his head against the wall, and subconsciously glanced at the familiar aisle.

York knew that he didn't have much time left here. All his feelings, plus his current five senses, were telling him that he would soon leave here and enter a new workplace.

At this moment, before Yorks could think further, the sudden vibration of the mobile phone in his right hand attracted all his attention.

"This is."

At this moment, what flashed through York's mind was: There is news about Ulisse.

I looked up and saw an unfamiliar number and message on the phone screen.

But even so, Yorks knew that the message was sent by Ulisse.

Putting the cup on the chair, Yorks clicked it. The text message did not contain any nonsense, only an address.

"1978 Sanica Street."

When York saw the address, he knew which neighborhood it was in.

"Sure enough, this is one of the neighborhoods where gangs are active. We caught you."

York shook his head, put away his phone, stood up with the cup of water, drank it all in one gulp, threw it into the trash can next to the water fountain, and continued walking forward.

After Keno's registration was completed, he was taken back to the Explorer patrol car.

"Do you know where Manny is?" Kino, who had just learned about this, couldn't help but ask curiously.

"How did you know?"

How do you know about the wanted criminal when you are still in the police station?
All Kino could think of was that York had someone outside.

York didn't say anything and didn't bother to pay attention. He stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the entrance.

"Oh! Shit! Could you have reminded me?" Kino was pushed on the back and quickly grabbed the door handle, unable to help complaining.

"I am your nanny?" York's calm voice sounded:
"Once you get on the bus, you should do all the preparations in advance."

He slowly pressed down the accelerator, and the Explorer patrol car roared and sped away in the silent lane.

It didn't take long to arrive at the area where the address was located.

Sannica Street.

This is also a residential area that looks very peaceful, but at this time, there are still some young people moving around in some of the low houses on both sides of the street, including in the open spaces outside. They just watch the police cars passing by with expressionless faces.

The looks from these people made Jino alert.

"Don't worry, this is an area where street gangs often operate."

York looked ahead and said calmly, "But as long as you don't come here and don't provoke them, they won't attack you.
Of course, it’s better not to come here, after all, some people don’t seem to be very smart, so it’s hard to explain the situation.”

Hearing this, Kino nodded and tried not to look at the young people whose gazes were quite concerning.

"I know that I will never come here in my life during off-duty hours," he said.

"That's good."

After comforting Kino, York drove deeper into the forest and finally stopped in front of a house that was surrounded by an iron fence and had its own warehouse and a large yard. It looked like several low houses connected together. Under the light of the car lights, he looked at the cars parked outside.

One of them attracted their full attention.

The eighth generation Impala, California license plate, license plate number 5jwf985, is Manny's car.

York and Gino looked at each other, then picked up the intercom and spoke calmly.

"10-A-11, calling Dispatch, wanted criminal Manny Heisenberg's vehicle spotted at 1978 Sanica Street in Orlac, Code 6-Z (On Scene, Suspect May Be in the Area), requesting backup."

Dispatch Center: “Received!”

(End of this chapter)