Chapter 115 Turn a blind eye
outside the store.

Yorks held a coffee can in his left hand and a bottle of mineral water worth $3 in his right hand, and glanced at the two younger brothers who were waiting for Ulisse.

The rebellious look seen before had disappeared, and under his gaze, the two chose to avoid him.

Just by looking at this situation, Yorks knew that Ulisse had spoken ill of him to his brothers again.

"I'm a good person."

Yorks muttered to himself and walked straight towards the Explorer patrol car.

Sitting in the driver's seat, York placed the coffee can casually in the center console slot, opened the mineral water, and stretched out his right hand towards the police computer while drinking.

There were some snapping sounds.

In fact, he understood what Ulisse meant.

It was nothing more than asking him not to worry about the big thing they were about to do.

As for the big things done by gangs, they are essentially killing people.

In modern society, the weapon that kills the most people is nothing more than guns.

When it comes to firearms, it is naturally a shooting incident.

So, there will definitely be a gunfight between gangs tonight.

Thinking of this, York was typing on the keyboard of the police computer.

No matter what era it is, gangs really do remain the same.

Entering the route he was about to patrol on the police computer.

York glanced in the direction of the convenience store and picked up the intercom.

"10-L-11, calling dispatch, resuming patrol."

Dispatch Center: “Received!”

At this time, a relevant map appeared on the police computer, with the icon of the police car he was driving and a specially marked route.

"Just turn a blind eye. There will be many opportunities for cooperation in the future." York smiled indifferently, pushed the lever and stepped on the accelerator to control the police car forward.

In fact, there are many gunfights between gangs in the Free State.

Every year's shooting report includes gun battles between gangs.

According to the most reliable data, there are nearly a thousand mass shootings in the free country every year.

This large-scale shooting generally refers to a shooting incident in which the death toll is more than five.

This is equivalent to saying that all shootings with less than five deaths are small Karami.

Taking this as a benchmark, it is enough to show that shootings are really commonplace in free countries.

To the extent that even now, for journalists, if the death toll falls below a certain baseline, it is no longer considered big news but normal reporting.

"Why else would I be so hardworking?" York opened the car window and controlled the speed of the police car to patrol along the established patrol route, driving in the wind.

"In fact, this is just the data of ordinary people. In this parallel world, in this country that seems to be exactly the same as the America in the previous life, gang fights are completely ignored."

Yorks thought, who would have known that the death toll in a gang shootout could sometimes reach more than ten people.

But these are only reported in one sentence in the news: at a certain time, two gangs fought each other and a certain number of people died.

This seems to have formed a rule: gang fights are just a daily routine, and being able to report such a statement is considered a favor to you.

So it was normal for him to turn a blind eye to the situation. He took a look at the terrain shown on the map.

York glanced out the window and said, "We're almost there."

The patrol route he planned was actually the area where Ulisse and his gang took action.

In this way, if someone calls the police, the information will naturally fall into his hands.

In fact, judging from what is displayed on police computers alone, all patrol units mostly avoid these dangerous neighborhoods and choose safer routes.

This is why people in free countries say that public security is divided into neighborhoods. There is a saying that goes: when there is a shooting in a gangster neighborhood, even the police are too lazy to take care of it.

It is no wonder that the residents there keep dogs and buy guns for self-protection.

Fortunately, gangs also have their own rules and generally will not attack ordinary people because they also know the consequences.

Earlier, he had heard about a story from Aqido of the Anti-gang and Anti-narcotics Bureau. Two of his colleagues had taken a shortcut, but were provoked by more than 20 gang members nearby. After they got out of the car to question them, they were ambushed and killed.

Ultimately, the gang was destroyed and uprooted in just one day, and all members involved in the incident were beaten every day in prison, living a life worse than death.

This made the gangs in Los Angeles begin to re-understand the police station and their own position on that day.

But... no matter what, Ulisse came over specially to report it, which was considered quite respectful to a small patrolman like him. Of course, he was probably also a little afraid that he didn't know what was going on and suddenly intervened after receiving the police report and accidentally injured friendly forces.

"I have to say, this guy really knows how to have fun." Yorks eyes narrowed slightly as he thought of Ulisse's style of doing things.

"With him here, the Blood Wolf Gang will have no worries about growing bigger."

After thinking about it seriously, York shook his head and chose to ignore it and see how this gang would develop.

No matter how big the gang is, it still needs to follow the police and act according to the rules. Ulisse is different from the others. Instead, he will restrain his subordinates.

York turned on the right turn signal and steered the wheel to the right lane.

Today he planned to just circle around the area where Ulisse was suspected of taking action.

"Since I don't care about this matter, it means that Ulisse owes me a favor again."

Looking at the silence, with a few sneaky people appearing occasionally and even homeless people wandering the streets, York muttered to himself.

"Although if it were another colleague, they might not care and would just wait until they finished playing before coming back."

But thinking about it, York couldn't help but laugh. He took his eyes off those guys who were sneaking around, seemed homeless or were dealing drugs, and continued patrolling at a normal speed.

He was now only in the outer range, the patrol unit closest to the neighborhoods where the frequent gun battles occurred.

"But I don't know if it's an illusion, why are these guys who have always been patrolling close to me suddenly moving away now?"

York glanced at the police computer out of habit. On the map above, the icon that had been moving close to him was now gradually moving away.

Today’s police computers are very advanced, and basically this thing is like an all-in-one app.

It can query relevant information about license plates and other things, just like Baidu.

Even in the case of a shooting, it can show where the shooting took place and how many shots were fired.

In addition, the icons of nearby patrol units can naturally be displayed so that they can provide timely support.

"You guys are awesome. It's not like I want to do anything unknown."

After a brief thought, York understood what Ante and the others were thinking. He was a little speechless and reached out to shrink the map.

(End of this chapter)