“Hey, J.”

“J.”

“YO.”

When a black man, who was about thirty, appeared on the street with a white cloth strip on his head, a group of people sitting or leaning against the benches on the street greeted him. J, who was wearing a baseball shirt with a white turban on his head, and a baseball cap, was the person who had a boxing with Christina on the street a few days ago, and the person in charge of the street.

The culture of the American black-gang is completely different from that of the country. Neither black or white, nor Mexicans give black-gang leaders a title. They do not call "Big Brother" and call their names or nicknames, but their status is clear. The leader of the black-gang-gang team who does not have the title of "Big Brother" often calls his subordinates "MY-MAN, MY-GUY, MY-BOY". However, this is just the name that the eldest brother calls his younger brother when he talks with outsiders. A kind person will also call him "Brother".

After J met his subordinates on the street, countless American black blacks - black blacks - played by helping movies - gang etiquettes appeared, such as holding the other person's thumb with one hand, simple high-fives, and fists. The only thing that did not appear was the increasingly declining blacks - hugging and kissing cheek etiquettes of the hands-party-family-clans - hugging and kissing cheek etiquettes of the hands-party-family-clans, which do not belong to blacks.

Immediately afterwards, J took out a kraft paper bag from the shoulder of his baseball shirt. The next second, he threw the food bag into the trash can.

This is their little secret. In order to prevent the police from suddenly sieging them regardless of J's identity as an informant, if the police suddenly arrived and arrested them all, then "J" was just throwing a large bag of banned drugs into the trash can. The source of these drugs is probably J had already dealt with, and it might even be to help one of his relatives avoid drug addiction. However, as far as the current evidence is concerned, there is no transaction component here, and the trash can is definitely not their "warehouse", even if there is no garbage in this trash can.

In other words, even if it was captured by street surveillance, J and the people around him were not enough to be convicted.

...

On the other side of the street, under the wall in front of a house, he held up his cell phone to record all this on the weekend and said to himself: "It's not too stupid."

"What are you doing for these things? These things cannot be convicted at all." After Christina finished speaking, a very interesting scene appeared in the phone camera on the weekend. That was, the youngest of this group of people was responsible for taking out the medicine from the trash can and handing it to the buyer. The child was only 12 or 13 years old, and the man who had a shoulder-to-shoulder gift with J was responsible for collecting the money. The buyer and the seller had no communication during the entire transaction process, and the process was extremely proficient.

At this moment, I turned back to Christina on the weekend and said, "Are you going to get them convicted? That's not the way to play now."

Christina looked at the weekend with no understanding, and she began to wonder if she believed that she could pry J's mouth on the weekend was a waste of time.

"Kerry, you have to cooperate with me later..."

I will close my phone that has recorded all the pictures on the weekend and tell me your plans and discs.

He decided to help each other with Christina. The sooner the investigation of the Ministry of Internal Affairs will be lifted, the faster he will be able to return to China. He has put all his attention on returning to China over the weekend, so this matter is imperative.

For people like J, who have long-term criminal police experience, you are very confident in asking everything he knows. If you give him enough time, it would be okay to beat J in a variety of ways.

"J is gone," Christina reminded.

Looking at J walking alone to the side over the weekend, he looked at the figure with some pity and said, "SHOW-TIME."

...

On the street on the other street in Area C, J was walking idle. He put his hands in his pockets. He did not move any extra while walking, and he strided towards a goal exactly the same as an ordinary pedestrian.

Buzz.

At this time, the roar of the car motor came from the corner of the street. Just as J had just left his street and turned into another block that his brothers could not see at all, the police car rushed to J like a running beast. After a sudden brake, he rode wildly on the curb and blocked J's way directly against the wall.

J was startled. His first reaction was to look up, and his next reaction was to reach out and touch it back until he saw clearly that the car in front of him was a police car and the police were sitting in the car, and the hand that touched his waist was slowly let go.

One second of the weekend was stunned. He thought he was facing a gang-leader who had been famous for many years. His self-protection awareness after being frightened and his calmness when seeing a police car should not be a mixed-owner who only has one block. But when he recalled the clumsy trading contraband skills learned from movies on his mobile phone, he felt that he was thinking too much.

"WHAT'S-UP-MAN?" A typical dissatisfaction came from J's mouth, and then he said with complaints: "Is the police department's rookie training now is to drive to intercept a legal citizen? Congratulations, you have completed the mission."

The idea of ​​paying attention to J just now was swept away after this sentence. This kid was too ignorant of the current affairs. A police car suddenly stopped an American with a legal identity not to check his ID card. In this case, he also used the attitude just now. What else can he get except to anger your opponent and beat you up to death?

bump.

I opened the car door on the weekend and didn't even take a gun to grab J's arm. I twisted it up and pushed it forward and pressed J on the front cover of the police car. At this time, I put the gun on J's waist down and said, "J, you've been arrested. I really don't know why you gave me such a nickname. Is this the one that looks the most similar to the thing in the crotch of all the letters?"

"FUCK-MAN!" J did not resist, but said dissatisfiedly: "Why arrest me? Did I break the law?"

Slowly raised J's arm, pressed his body down on the weekend and said in J's ear: "The official statement is to resell illegal drugs and possess illegal weapons. You must not buy a gun from the store with a social security number, right? The reason for a private gift is that you protect people you shouldn't have protected."

"As for the evidence, I took a picture of the paper food bag you just threw into the trash can. If you ask support to search the trash can, guess if I can find some **, tranquilizers and other things?"

"Hey, hey, relax, that's just the medicine I threw away to prevent my grandma from getting addicted to drugs. These are my grandma's medicines, and every box has a doctor's prescription." J's head was already sweating, and it was obvious that he was a little nervous.

"Your grandma will have to be seventy at least, right? You are not afraid of letting your wife choke to death when she is cheating on her?" She took off her handcuffs and brought them with her on the weekend, and then let go of suppression: "It's okay to give you a chance. Tell me, who did the two theft cases in Area C?"

J suddenly changed from the sluggishness just now to another state, with her skin tightened with her face full of defense. After getting up, she faced the weekend, she did not escape his eyes: "I don't know."

"Guess what? I believe it! Your people are more dedicated than the employees of the supermarkets in 7-11. They start construction almost 24 hours a day in the neighborhood. Now you tell me that the theft happened in this neighborhood. You don't know at all?" I got close to J on the weekend, and almost pushed the tip of my nose against the tip of my nose. I threatened with kissing without any effort: "It has nothing to do with black people this time. We are going to find a few white people. Are you sure you want to keep your mouth shut for them?"

J, who probably didn't get over this matter soon, made a request: "I want to see Christina."

"There is no door either. She asked you for news four days ago, but the phone has not rang until now."

The drama has come to this point, and I don’t talk nonsense on the weekend: “Listen, if you don’t give me any information, I will take you directly to the black area. The Miguel family seems to have a few black girls to solve the perverts’ problems, right? There is a big plant in the backyard of Martin’s house. At that time, do you think these guys hate you more or hate me more?”

J felt the situation serious and said fiercely: "Don't think you can fool me with the set in the movie. You have to play big things, I will accompany you. As long as you frame me, I will immediately hit your taillight until you force you to send me to the hospital. Don't think I dare not!"

"You try."
Chapter completed!