Chapter 2558: Rustling Down (53)

"Damn it, what's the fuss in the middle of the night?... Ah, Chief, you're here."

The originally serious tall police officer's face immediately piled up with a smile, but Gordon didn't have time to joke with him. While crossing the cordon and walking inside, he asked, "What's going on, how could a large-scale fire fight break out, what are your people doing?"

The tall police officer revealed a bitter face and said, "Who knows what crazy thing this group of bastards is doing?! Not sleeping in the middle of the night, running here to fight."

"How are the casualties?"

"Two dead, more than a dozen injured, now the two sides are in a ceasefire, our negotiation experts are persuading at both ends, but there is no result for the time being."

Gordon glanced at him impatiently, and the tall subordinate immediately felt terrified.

This police chief who walked through Cat Getan's darkest years was no longer a small stone that would constantly sink and float with the rise and fall of the waves, but the reef that stood tall for hundreds of millions of years on the coastline, tall, silent, firm, unshakable, and indestructible.

The astonishing power he carried was like the footprint fossil of a giant beast that had been excavated, making people able to glimpse the snow mud and claws of the hundred-boat competition in that turbulent era across the long river of history.

Gordon stopped, turned his head to look at the subordinate following behind and said, "Find a local who understands."

Everyone scattered immediately, preferring to deal with local ruffians rather than say another word to Gordon in his rage.

Soon a person was brought over. He looked a little trembling, but still revealed a bright smile at Gordon.

Gordon looked him up and down, and the tall police officer who brought him said, "Black Skin Martin, people here say he is a know-it-all."

"Hello, Chief, hello." Black Skin Martin nodded and bowed, and even took out a cigarette to light for Gordon.

Gordon waved his hand, refused his cigarette and said, "I don't have time to joke with you, honestly explain, what's going on here? How can you fight like this?"

Martin also revealed a bitter face, scratched his head hard and said, "I also think it's strange, Chief, it was fine during the day today, but it became like this after I finished delivering a shipment."

"It was fine during the day?" Gordon obviously didn't accept this statement and said, "Then what about yesterday during the day, the day before yesterday during the day?"

Martin immediately revealed a hesitant expression.

Gordon sighed and said, "I can tell you, if this continues, this market won't even think about opening. I will seal this place for as long as they fight. Let's see if they die out first, or if you can't pay the rent first."

"Don't, don't, absolutely don't, Chief, you are a good person, you can't do this!!" Martin immediately raised his voice and said, "There are so many vendors in this market, you can't let them all starve to death."

"You also know they don't want to starve, then hurry up and say, what's going on with those two stupid gangs?"

Martin sighed and said, "If you trace it back so long ago, there is indeed a problem. It was probably a few months ago..."

"A few months ago?!"

"Two or three months, right." Martin took a puff of cigarette, cleared his throat, spat to the side, pointed his toes on the ground and said, "Two and a half months ago, that's right, two and a half months... A group of strangers appeared in this area, I mean Mexicans."

"I grew up in this area, I know the Mexicans here, some are former gang thugs, some are stowaways who came over in the last two years like me, but in short, they are all acquaintances."

"But two and a half months ago, a group of guys of unknown origin came over. They looked quite rich, bought a street of stalls, and drove away the small vendors who came over."

"Unknown origin?"

"Yes, I am very sure they didn't come over by stowaway." Martin took a light breath and said, "You also know that most of the snakeheads who do stowaways in the United States are Mexicans. The demand over there is too strong. When I came over, I specifically made good deals with them. I can't say I opened up all the connections, but I also knew seven or eight out of ten."

"After that group of people came, I immediately called and asked the people at the border, they all said they hadn't seen it. Is it possible that there is still sea transportation in this era?"

"I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't go to provoke them, but the locals are not so easy to bully. They occupied the territory as soon as they came up, and didn't worship the pier. Who can bear them?"

"The locals went to find trouble one after another. At first, the two sides were evenly matched. Later, I don't know why, the younger brother of a boss here disappeared. They have always suspected that it was done by that group of people, but there is no evidence."

"If I want to say why these two sides suddenly fought, I think it might be that the group of strangers who came later played a black hand, and the locals found evidence. They have endured this group of people for a long time, maybe they wanted to drive them out with this excuse."

Gordon didn't interrogate the time, place, cause, process, result, etc., like a normal police officer, but also took a breath and said, "This group of people dares to be so arrogant, it's not without reason, right? Who is their backer?"

Martin immediately revealed a smile, made a money gesture with his hand, Gordon snorted coldly, took out a roll of dollars from his pocket, stuffed it into Martin's hand, curled his lips and said, "Don't dislike it for being too little, everyone's life is not easy now."

"How can it be, it's your generosity, I guarantee I will explain this matter to you clearly."

Martin simply squatted on the ground. This was his most comfortable posture. While counting the banknotes in his hand, he said, "If you trace it back to so long ago, it is indeed a bit problematic. It was probably a few months ago..."

"Now all walks of life are not making money, and people with money are spending sparingly. There are not many people who are generous, but this group of people spends money without scruples, as if they have hatred for banknotes, wishing to spend the money as soon as possible."

"According to my years of experience, this shows that their money is not from the right way, and they need to be exchanged for objects as soon as possible, otherwise they may be dragged into the water."

"Ordinary people, I would suspect they are money laundering, but this group of people doesn't look like it. To put it bluntly, I feel that they can't even count, so they can't be anyone's black gloves."

"Then there is only one possibility left. The criminals who can still make money in this era are drug dealers."

Gordon hugged his arms and sighed, having to admit that what Martin said was right. Now all walks of life are not easy to do, and the criminal industry is also difficult. Robbery can't grab money, theft can't steal good things.

Large-scale organized crime, the most profitable is smuggling, followed by drug trafficking, and because everyone is under great pressure now, their mental state is not good, many people want to find some fun to relieve pressure, drugs are considered the cheapest one.

The anti-drug law in New Jersey is not strict, but it hasn't reached the point of legalization. Gordon has been cracking down on organized crime since he took office. Local drug dealers have basically had bad luck, but drugs will still flow in.

Gordon also knows that this thing cannot be completely prohibited. Just leave a gap, as long as it doesn't cause large-scale chaos, otherwise those crazy addicts will make bigger trouble.

This can explain why this group of new Mexicans is both rich and arrogant, but feels sneaky. They are an emerging drug trafficking group that can suppress most people and do whatever they want, but at the same time they are not sure they can beat the Cat Getan Police Station, so they will present such a state.

"Where did the drugs come from?" Gordon asked.

Martin hurried to wave his hand and said, "I don't know, Chief, you can't ask me this question, and I can't answer it, otherwise we both will have bad luck."

Seeing his attitude, Gordon couldn't help narrowing his eyes and said, "You are fine, after all, you still have to make a living here, it is normal to be afraid of their revenge, but you say me, you don't think I am afraid of a few small drug dealers, right?!"

"This... it's not, but this group of people... how to say... they have a big backer, maybe you'd better not ask."

The more Martin said this, the more Gordon suspected. He beckoned to his subordinate, took out a roll of dollars from his pants pocket, which was much thicker than the one he just took out.

As a result, Martin still waved his hand repeatedly, muttering that this money has life to earn but no life to spend.

Gordon saw that the situation was wrong and took Martin directly to the car. Martin had a bitter face and said, "It's useless for you to take me here. Everyone knows you asked me questions. In case you shoot directly tomorrow, then I will have no place to die."

"Don't worry, since you said it's a big backer, I won't be so impulsive to startle the snake. I know, it's nothing more than involving some people who you think are impossible to deal with."

"But after all, I am the chief of the Cat Getan Police Station, and I have connections you can't imagine. If I really want to do it, I won't give them a chance to react."

Martin seemed to have fought between heaven and man for a long time. He stared at Gordon in the rearview mirror through the rearview mirror of the car and said very sincerely, "Of course I believe you will fight against evil to the end, because you used to do the same, and because of this, I can stand here and talk to you."

"People here are all thinking like this. It is not easy to make a living here, and being able to make this living is because if someone comes to grab our bowl, we can even report to the police to complain like a human, instead of being beaten to death and thrown into the sewer like a dog."

"But this matter is really not that simple, Chief, I come from Guadalajara State."

As soon as the last word came out, Gordon's brows twisted into a line. He immediately realized what Martin was talking about.

"Are you related to the anti-government forces?"

Martin didn't continue on this topic, but said, "In my hometown, drug dealers are more powerful than God. In the past, they let us plant whatever we had to plant. Whoever dared not listen, it was a fire that burned the land and people together."

"It is precisely because I grew up in this environment that I know that their current sneaky state is not because they have a conscience, but because someone makes them afraid."

"Since you know they are afraid of me, why are you still covering up?" Gordon asked.

"Of course it is because I don't want you to participate in these things. Since you know the revolutionary army, you know the weight of this struggle. Once involved, you will definitely not be able to get out."

Martin pressed his hand on the front seat, looked at Gordon's eyes in the rearview mirror with those bright eyes and said, "You can completely treat this matter as a simple fire fight, instead of having to focus on what identity one of the parties is, right?"

Martin's hint couldn't be more obvious. Gordon understood his meaning completely. This group of drug dealers appearing in Cat Getan must be related to the Mexican situation, and so far, the Mexican situation is still a quagmire that even big countries dare not blatantly reach out to interfere with.

Gordon has reached the end of the Cat Getan police system. He has become the smelliest and hardest stone.

But throwing this tall reef on the coast into the entire universe is still an insignificant grain of sand. The danger of this matter is far beyond the scope of justice that Gordon can preside over. Martin doesn't want him to participate in it, hoping that he will still protect one side as usual.

How will Gordon choose?

How can this stubborn stone choose?

Gordon paused for a second, got up and turned out a pack of cigarettes from the grid of the car door, adjusted his sitting posture, leaned back on the seat back relaxedly, and when the aroma of good cigarettes permeated the inside of the car, Martin sniffed.

Gordon bit the cigarette in his mouth with his tiger teeth on one side, handed the remaining unsmoked ones to Martin across the seat, and took the cigarette out of his mouth with his rough fingers, exhaling a puff of smoke and saying:

"Everyone's life is not easy now, that's all, let's talk." ===== CHAPTER 2559 =====