Three days later, in the public office area of ​​the Anti-Marcotics and Anti-Drug Department of the Police Department, Matthew, on the weekend, Pablo was sitting in a huge office with only three of them staring at an intercom until...

"Boss, are you there?" The moment the voice came, Pablo stood up as if he had been pressing a spring under his butt, picked up the intercom and said, "I'm here."

"We found that Zhou's method was very effective. We kept paying attention to group ordering in a nearby Mexican restaurant, and ruled out most companies, private groups, and religious groups one by one, and finally found clues in a residential building next to a commercial street in New Mexico. In the 301 building, we ordered a lot of Mexican food every day, but no one in the room had ever come out. After discovering this, I was in the opposite building.

I kept monitoring the room on the top. These three days were the longest three days in my career. However, I still found something. When they opened the curtains and opened the windows for ventilation, I clearly saw a Mexican bald man standing at the window, with a sea witch tattooed on his head. More importantly, I saw an m16 standing by the wall through the telescope, and there was an ammunition box behind him. I also saw a grenade, a military standard grenade!"

Nick was a little excited on the walkie-talkie. It was obvious that he was about to kill himself crazy under long-term surveillance.

"yes!" Pablo waved his fist hard in the air, the most exciting news in three days.

It has been three days since he personally told Matthew the news that the deputy director of the police station has been "unprofessional" almost every day, waiting for the result of this control. Although Matthew's patience and his double trust in the weekend have made him not raise any questions within three days, as time goes by Pablo, Pablo still can't sit still on the third day. Sometimes he even doubts in his heart whether the weekend method is effective. It is just that the weekend has been filled with the credibility accumulated over a long time, and the question that is about to blurt out.

In order to determine whether the information given by the CIA is accurate and to determine whether the group of Mexicans gathered in one place, the method of "one-point control and multi-line investigation" was started. A little-point control refers to laying observation points around the location given by CIA, and finding out the exact location of these people through long-term observation. Because No. 19 Valsé Street, Mexico District is not a house, but a building, and the entire building is No. 19; multi-line investigation refers to checking the identities of all bald people in this building.

, check which household of the residents has not come out for a long time, and which household has ordered a large amount of takeaway but has never been willing to open the curtains. Because the tattoo on the Mexican bald head is so conspicuous, they will definitely provide some protection for this. So when formulating these control plans on the weekend, in addition to finding the suspect's location based on takeaway delivery, this trick was learned from the black godfather in Montek Town, and each other trick was aimed at the appearance of those guys and all the protection measures that opponents could think of!

"Boss, can you believe it? The Mexicans had already grown hair on their heads. If we hadn't discovered it earlier, these guys would have disappeared silently in the city after their hair was enough to cover their tattoos. Now I know how the Mexicans we had fought with before, and I also know that these guys shaved their heads not only to be cool."

Matthew's face was not as excited as Pablo, but began to show concern. When he saw this scene, he said to Pablo: "Head, give me the intercom." He took the intercom and asked directly: "Nick, have you investigated that building? I want to know how many people there are, how many children, how many disabled people, how many people with inconvenient mobility, and how many pregnant women. This is a new task. Before dark, bring the news without disturbing any Mexican gangs." Pablo didn't care much about what was wrong when he issued an order to Nick on the weekend, but Matthew immediately turned his attention to the weekend, and his eyes revealed an incredible feeling.

On the weekend when I released the intercom, I glanced at Pablo and explained, "We can't do it without the residents in the building being evacuated."

He was right. After two wars of police and gangsters in New Mexico, the Los Angeles Police Department was no longer able to rush in and catch people after two wars of grenades in the mid-range residential area. Otherwise, as long as the stray bullets hurt even an innocent citizen, the police would become the target of public criticism by the media even if they caught the group of Mexicans. They are not the army, and the police have no right to sacrifice immediate interests for the sake of the country. Even if you get all the drug lords on the entire Mexican border, they will only pay one-tenth of their number. The Los Angeles people are not accepted.

The most important thing is, can you pass the level in your heart?

The first police and gangsters in New Mexico was because of underestimating the enemy, and the entire neighborhood was covered with bullet marks; the second time, the Mexican raid was caught off guard. This caused citizens in mid-range residential areas to turn their heads and look at each other from time to time when passing by the Lambert house. Could it be that the third time, when CIA's intelligence support was in place and the investigation was properly done, they could still watch bullets fly across the corridor full of residents? At this time, everyone would be happy.

When I was happy, I heard the sound of a mother crying in a room holding the body of a child. How could you tell the media that "there will always be sacrifices against crime. The police are dying every year. They are also humans. Why can't the people pay?', "The harm of stray bullets is the most unpredictable in the world. You should go to the Legislative Yuan to promote the National Gun Ban Act, or "We are really sorry, this is not the result we want, nor the result we hope for." It's too late.

"Boss, Mr. Deputy Director, we have to carry out a long evacuation plan. The Mexicans are located on separate evacuation households, so before taking compulsory measures, we must prepare sufficient preparations to prepare wheelchairs for elderly people with reduced mobility and disabled people, prepare legal documents for those who do not understand that they are in danger and want to ask everything clearly, and also prepare handcuffs for the possibility of ventilation and insurance on this floor. In this case, it is the New Mexico area where illegal immigrants gather, and it is more convenient to control the situation alone, and it will not attract attention."

"At the same time, the evacuation plans for the other floors must be prepared in advance, and must be carried out in extremely quiet conditions, and can only be carried out when all evacuation of Mexicans has been completed."

Matthew's brows soothed, and what he said over the weekend was exactly what he said: "I will apply for legal documents with the judge, and try to get them before dark; the evacuation personnel will be selected from the Special Operations Bureau, and four people will not wear police uniforms at a time, so that the target will be smaller."

"As for the round-up plan..." Matthew looked at the weekend and said: "When all the people responsible for on-site monitoring come back, I will formulate it. Now I will go to the court to apply for relevant legal documents and notify the Special Operations Bureau of the People here to come for a meeting. The Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department's personnel involved in the formulation of the plan are Shazannik, Sheriff Pablo... and the seconded detectives on weekends."

Seeing Matthew getting up and leaving after saying these words, Pablo stood up and said, "Boss, I applied to be responsible for making plans on the weekend and not participating in the action. His foot was injured."

Matthew finally released something and joked: "Don't worry, even if your baby's feet are not injured, I will not let him participate in the action. I only need his brain."

"Hey, is it that the label "The Los Angeles Police Department should not go to the battlefield" on my neck?" Seeing that the atmosphere eased over the weekend, I gradually relaxed.
Chapter completed!