Chapter 243

There were only three people from the FBI, and the main force for arresting the unlicensed doctor was still dispatched by the LAPD. No one thought there would be any problem arresting a doctor; the only concern was whether they could simultaneously seize that illicit fund.

It was just that this was, after all, a Black neighborhood, and no one dared to go in empty-handed based solely on an arrest warrant. So everyone went in armed to avoid any accidents during the process.

The reason for such a big fanfare was simply because the terrain of this location was quite complex, and the passages were accessible from all directions. It would take a large amount of manpower to completely seal it off.

After all, no one wanted to let that 600,000 dollars... um, the suspect, escape their grasp.

Following the order from the on-site commander over the radio, the assault team moved out immediately. Even the two FBI agents, other than the supervisor, followed at the very end of the team instead of staying in a safe place waiting for the result.

Everyone was wearing bulletproof vests with clear 'POLICE' or 'FBI' lettering, forming a single-file line as they rushed into the alley.

Right at the end of the alley, the rolling iron gate of the target clinic had the 'Fixman' street-art sign, just as the intel said.

Although the target shouldn't have been a threat, everyone still followed CQB tactical principles, hiding themselves in positions where the enemy couldn't attack them immediately. They didn't act like in the movies, where a group of people liked to crowd in front of the door in a row, waiting to be shot.

After everyone was in position, the people standing on both sides of the rolling gate each tapped the shoulder of the police officer standing in the first position. The two who understood lifted the rolling gate from the left and right, opening it completely in one go.

Immediately, a police officer with a battering ram smashed open the partition door leading to the back room. Everyone shouted, "Police, nobody move!" and rushed into the room one after another.

Then, the ones who were scared stiff by a group of armed police were several half-grown Black children.

Some were sleeping on beds or the floor nearby, and a few who were awake were sitting on the sofa in front of the TV, taking turns playing a Super Nintendo game, Super Mario World. That is, what most people consider the 4th generation.

With such a group of children, the oldest probably had just graduated from elementary school. Besides the TV and game console, the room only had a few empty pizza boxes and soda bottles. Let alone drugs or marijuana, they couldn't even find a pack of cigarettes.

This time, not only were the police and FBI agents dumbfounded, but the few children pointed at by guns were so scared that their limbs were shaking uncontrollably.

The children who were woken up weren't doing much better; as soon as they opened their eyes, they saw a bunch of police holding guns. Some even thought they were dreaming and rubbed their eyes.

Immediately, a smell of urine hit them; someone had been so scared they wet their pants.

"Tucker! What are you doing here? Why didn't you go home?" Among the attacking police, a Black officer stood out and shouted at one of the children.

One of the children, who was shrinking his head and trying to hide like a quail, was dragged out and said, "Dad, this is Leaf's secret base. We just came here to play games."

"Came here to play games first thing in the morning?"

"I stayed here yesterday..."

"What, you didn't go home!"

"Mom knew I was going to stay at Leaf's house. It's just that we didn't stay at Leaf's house, but came to his secret base."

The child who had been named several times was also shrinking his head, trying to lower his presence.

"How come I didn't know about this?" the father-policeman shouted excitedly.

The child, however, seemed to have grown bolder and raised his voice to reply, "You didn't go home yesterday, so how was I supposed to tell you."

Andrew Saxon's criminal gang, totaling nearly a hundred people, were all arrested and brought to justice.

Just recording the statements one by one kept all the police and FBI agents busy. They also had to spare manpower to watch the Fixman and guard Andrew Saxon while he sought medical treatment; it could be said that everyone was operating under overload.

Under these circumstances, what police officer could go home and get a good night's sleep? Of course, they were all stuck at the police station working overtime.

They had to finish the procedures quickly and send the people to the detention center. Otherwise, with over a hundred people crowded into the police station, not to mention the noise, if they started causing trouble, wouldn't it be a hassle?

But how could a father complain about these things to an underage child? He was having all sorts of 'fuck' theater in his mind, but he couldn't vent it on his own son.

The assault team commander made a prompt decision and said, "Everyone, check the room, be careful and alert." But he himself put away his gun, came to a child who was obviously older, and asked, "Is it just you guys here?"

This group of children hadn't been tainted by street habits yet; facing the armed police, they were very restrained and respectful as they said, "Yes, sir, it's just us."

"No adults have been here?"

"Um, only the pizza delivery guy, he should be an adult."

"You said you all stay here; has anyone come and then left?" the police squad leader asked with a sharp gaze.

"Yes, Mike, Shaw, Allen..." The child listed several names in a row, not thinking at all about covering for his companions, showing a total lack of loyalty.

Hearing that there were so many people, the police squad leader's head started to ache. He asked again, "Who are these people?"

"Our classmates. Some are classmates from the same class, some are from the same school, but I know them too."

"Which school?"

"Asparko Elementary, sir."

This was almost answering every question asked.

The police officers who were searching everywhere returned to the hall one after another. Everyone put away their guns and shook their heads with regret.

The squad leader who led the team looked at the two FBI agents, speechless, and the two sides looked at each other. It seemed this trip was a wasted effort.

At this moment, a child said tremblingly, "Sir, are you going to arrest us?"

Could they arrest them? The police station was already chaotic enough; if they brought this whole group of children back, it would just add to the trouble!

The police squad leader said with a serious face, "That depends on you, kids. First, tell me, whose place is this?"

"Leaf..." "Leaf." The terrified children answered impatiently. At the same time, they looked at the older child who was trying to hide.

The child who had been betrayed by the group could only bite the bullet and stand out, saying, "Sir, this is my uncle's house. He told me it was empty and we could come here to play."

"Then where did these things come from?" The police squad leader pointed at the TV and game console in the room, which were obviously things the children couldn't afford, and asked.

One of the children raised his hand and said, "The TV is what my dad didn't want. My family got a big TV."

Another child said, "The game console is what I brought. My dad bought it."

The police squad leader noticed that the quality of these two children's clothes wasn't bad; they might be children from affluent families, and the possibility of them stealing was very small. He had to ask again, "Where did the money for food and drink come from?"

"My allowance..." "I chipped in too." "Me too..." Several children raised their hands reluctantly, looking aggrieved.

At this moment, the on-site commander's question came over the radio. He asked, "This is the captain, have you caught the suspect? Please report. Over."