Chapter 116 Close One Eye
Under the dim street lights, a brighter car light appeared from a distance, and then appeared in front of us. An Explorer patrol police car drove out of the quiet neighborhood and came to a brighter place.

"Even the brightness of the street lights is so different. Isn't it true that there is a gap between two worlds?" Thinking of the scenes he had seen along the way, York, who was sitting in the driver's seat, felt something and stopped at an intersection.

He then got out of the car and walked to the trunk, opened the tool bag inside and took out a tester, then returned to the driver's seat, leaned against the open window and used the speedometer to test passing vehicles.

After going around in a circle and nothing happened, you might as well squat at the traffic light at the intersection and watch for any unlucky guy who is speeding.

However, the time is now approaching 00: in the early morning, and there are not many vehicles at this intersection.

What’s important is that the vehicles passing by are quite law-abiding. They stop at red lights, go at green lights, and remember to brake and use turn signals when turning.

This made York quite regretful, as he had been planning to place one or two orders to amuse himself.

"But it's better than doing nothing." York thought to himself and continued to guard. Occasionally, he would put away the speedometer, sit in the car, open the can of coffee that someone had just treated him to, and take a sip.

I don't know how much time had passed, but when York felt that almost sixteen minutes had passed, he looked at the time on the police computer and the estimated time was exactly right.

After adding some points to his spirit, his thinking logic and control over time became stronger than before, and he often noticed details that he had not noticed before.

Everything that happened before proved that his brain had really evolved a little, so much so that it was now very obvious.

Even though York has had the system for many years, he still finds it amazing.

This didn't seem like a skill he had honed himself. It was more like some invisible deity had directly raised his evolution points.

"If I add my attribute points to fifty, can I achieve immortality? And become a real little superman?" Yorks looked at his personal panel, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"If this is the case, it is indeed more attractive than those so-called monetary enjoyments."

York shook his head and closed the personal panel in front of him. His thoughts became deeper. He was reincarnated and born into a wealthy family, but he finally chose to be a patrolman.

In essence, isn't this the ultimate goal?

York's thoughts were wandering unconsciously, but before he could think deeply, the voice of the dispatch center rang out in the car.

"10-L-11, 10-71 shooting, 1387 Fred Street, someone called the police to report hearing heavy gunfire."

Yorks raised his eyebrows. If he guessed correctly, Ulysse and the others should have taken action. As to the extent, he would have to see it with his own eyes.

The thought flashed through his mind, York picked up the intercom, pressed the relevant button, and said calmly.

"10-L-11, received, going to investigate."

After speaking calmly, York put down the walkie-talkie, pushed the lever, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the destination.

On the way, I only turned on the car lights.

As the distance got closer, Yorks controlled the speed slower and slower. According to the distance, it usually takes seven minutes to arrive, but he controlled it to twelve minutes.

When they actually arrived at a nearby intersection, Yorks turned off the car lights, parked the Explorer patrol car on the side of the street, and then picked up the walkie-talkie.

"10-L-11, Code 6 (Leave vehicle to investigate)."

Dispatch Center: “Received.”

After hearing the reply, York waited quietly, looking towards the intersection ahead. Through the dim street lights and the lights outside the residential buildings, his sight slowly shifted and finally stopped at a relatively tall building in the right lane of the intersection ahead.

Because of the other buildings there, he could only see the rooftop and the two floors below.

But he could hear the occasional gunshots, sometimes dense and concentrated, representing intensity, and sometimes quiet, representing calm.

It's not hard to imagine that there are street gangs fighting in this building.

"AR-18 automatic rifle, Colt M1911 pistol, TEC-9 submachine gun."

Listening to the gunshots, York estimated the type of firearms used by the other side.

It doesn't have to be very accurate, he just wants to develop the skill of being able to identify the gun by the sound of the gunshot through this operation.

After all, all the skills I have now were acquired this way.

Snap, snap, snap.

There were continuous gunshots coming from the building in front, mixed with screams.

There was an Explorer patrol car with no lights on. Yorks had a calm face as he put one hand on the window and glanced at the police computer.

What he could see was that two patrol units were slowly approaching him, and they were still Angte and his team. It was not difficult to imagine that they had all received notifications from the dispatch center.

After all, it was an incident involving a shooting.

"Five minutes at most."

York estimated the time he could give and continued to wait, waiting for the fighting between the gangs to end.

In fact, this is also what an old patrolman would do. Only in this way can he stay alive in the patrolman's post and live smoothly to retirement.

As mentioned before, no one cares about the lives of gangs.

Three minutes passed.

Because of the movement in front, York narrowed his eyes slightly, and two 4th generation Ford Transit cars appeared from the intersection in front.

A van like this, which is similar to the vans of the previous life, is one of the favorite vehicles of street gangs. It can accommodate a lot of people by squeezing in, and even more space can be squeezed in if the seats at the back are removed.

In addition to this, there is another point that gang members like most, that is, once the side door is opened, the people inside can open fire directly without getting out of the car.

If something goes wrong, they can just run away quickly.

Yorks followed the car with his eyes until they passed the intersection ahead.

York saw some gang members through the side window of the car. At this time, the gunfire that had stopped was no longer heard.

York watched the two cars go straight from the intersection ahead and disappear from his sight, then he glanced at the police computer.

"Five minutes are up, time is up."

Yorks muttered to himself as he turned on the lights, honked the horn, and then pushed the lever and stepped on the accelerator, driving the Explorer patrol car, which was flashing very fast, towards the intersection.

Turn on the turn signal and turn the steering wheel to the right lane.

As the distance got closer and the view widened, what came into view was three bodies lying in a pool of blood in the yard of the building.

When the car lights shone accurately, York saw a familiar face.

One of the three bodies was exactly one of the younger brothers behind Asuo that was seen that night.

Now he is deader than dead.

York parked the car in front of the building, put his right hand on the edge of his tactical belt and calmly got out of the car. He did not do anything immediately, but the first thing he did was to look at a car that suddenly made a big circle and turned back under the light of the police car's headlights.

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The person sitting in the back seat of the car was none other than Ulisse, who was worried about coming to supervise the scene in person.

There was a younger brother next to him, who was looking at the patrolman reflected in the rearview mirror and muttering to himself.

"Boss, we're not personally involved. Is there any need to be so afraid of a patrolman? You were planning to go straight out of this lane, but now you have to go around."

As soon as these words came out, Ulisse gritted his teeth, slapped his younger brother's head hard, and said with regret that he was not as good as he thought.

"Fuck you, am I afraid? I'm respecting his profession."

I felt a burning pain on my head from the powerful blow. I complained in my heart but didn't dare to refute.

Ulisse saw this and whispered:

"Who else said he was just a patrolman? For a tough guy like him, patrolman is not the end. Don't confuse him with the patrolmen you see.
If I can establish some connection with him now while he is still a patrolman, it will bring greater benefits in the future. You know nothing."

At this point, Ulisse yelled at the driver: "Drive faster, get out of here! What if this tough guy doesn't like you and comes to stop you? Will you handle it?"

Ulisse kept cursing, and his younger brother, who was responsible for driving, stammered and dared not answer. He could only step on the accelerator to speed up, then leaned back in the back seat, covered his forehead and looked out the window, secretly cursing the useless younger brothers from other cooperating gangs.

"F***! What a bunch of idiots! With so many people guarding there, a few trash can still escape!"

This is what makes him most angry right now. If he doesn't get rid of the root of the problem, it means that someone will target him in the future, which is too dangerous.

"Damn it, I'm not going out until this is resolved!"

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Watching the car leave quickly, York twitched the corner of his mouth, then looked at the building in front of him, but did not go in.

Because you can know what's inside without going in.

The fight between gangs is actually quite cruel. Once a fight breaks out, it's either you die or I live, and there is no chance of reconciliation at all.

It's all about profit in essence.

The West Coast Wolf Tribe has been wiped out, which means that everything in its territory will be taken over by the victor, including drug trafficking and other underground businesses.

York picked up the intercom hanging on his chest and pressed the relevant button, saying calmly.

"10-L-11, 1387 Frederick Street, Building 246, Code 18 (Shooting in Residential Area), 60 (Emergency), (Gang Related)"

Dispatch Center: “Received.”

"..."

Not long after the dispatch center responded, two police cars appeared and drove slowly from the intersection. It was Angte and his team.

After they got off the car, they came to York's side tacitly, and stood on the street together looking at the three bodies lying in a pool of blood in the yard.

“It looked like they had a pretty intense fight.”

Ant put his hands on the edge of his tactical belt, looking at the bodies inside and the bullet holes on the wall from the cars, and sighed.

From the constant reports from the dispatch center, Ante and his team already knew what had happened here.

The scene before them did not cause much emotional fluctuation for these experienced patrol officers.

Marcos of Unit 10-A-9 said, "Are these guys the members of the West Coast Wolf Tribe we saw the other night?"

"He was originally a member of the West Coast Wolf Tribe. Did you see the man with his eyes still wide open? I still remember him, but I didn't expect that he would die in just one day." Ant lamented the fickleness of fate and then looked at York.

"Yorks, didn't you see anyone when you came?"

York shook his head: "I just came here and everyone ran away."

Marcos on the side interjected: "Gang affairs have nothing to do with us anyway, so we should stay out of this kind of thing."

York said calmly, "Marcos is right. We really can't handle this matter. Let's go and maintain the scene until the Anti-Black Drug Enforcement Bureau comes to take over."

After that, Yorks turned around and went back to the car to get the tools for the maintenance.

Ante and others had no objection and followed York's footsteps.

Especially Marcos shrugged and said nonchalantly: "Guys, it looks like we can take another break."

(End of this chapter)