Chapter 179 Cross-examination

"Mom mess with Fake~~"

The little gangster who was caught by Jack smelled sweet smell as soon as he got up. He probably didn't expect that someone would cause trouble for them in public.

The gangster screamed and waved the baseball bat in his hand. Although he was very vigorous, he didn't dare to really do it. He probably felt a little unsure because he saw Jack's confident look.

The situation here quickly attracted the attention of others. When they saw one of their own being attacked, other speedsters gathered around.

With the courage of his companions, the little gangster no longer hesitated and came towards Jack with a baseball bat.

Jack did not retreat but advanced, and also faced the gangster.

The opponent has a large number of people. Without using his gun, if Jack wants to defeat the opponent, he must not let himself be surrounded.

So he decided to strike first.

But just as the two of them were getting closer and closer, and when they were about to take action, a police siren sounded.

A police car appeared at the intersection. Seeing the situation here, the police car immediately sounded its siren and drove over.

Skin pressing is used all over the world.

The speedsters who were arrogant and domineering just now immediately dispersed like birds and beasts when they saw the police car. The motors of the motorcycles roared wildly. In a moment, they were all gone, leaving only a mess on the ground.

The police car drove up, and the policeman in the passenger seat didn't even get out of the car. He just rolled down the window, looked at Jack first, then at the injured passerby next to him, and asked, "Do you want to call the police?"

Passers-by are afraid of trouble.

After getting a negative answer, the police ignored him and walked away.

When the matter came to an end, Jack walked to the Chinese restaurant, packed a few dumplings and the two little guys' favorite dishes, and then returned to the car.

Along the way, he was thinking about one thing. It seemed that the public security in Stram was not very good.

Biker gangs are rampant, drug addicts are everywhere, and the local county police are perfunctory and do nothing.

In fact, Stratum is not far from Santa Barbara, and the economy is pretty good. Jack can understand even if there is a speedster here, there are many such people in the United States.

But he couldn't understand the inaction of the police here. The county police had a large number of people and their equipment was not bad. Jack couldn't understand why they allowed the motorcycle gang to run rampant in the town.

Forget it, don’t think about this anymore, the little ones must be waiting impatiently.

It actually doesn't matter to him how it is here. He just doesn't want his nieces and nephews to grow up in such an environment. Of course, he can move, but I'm afraid it won't be possible in a short time.

Jack eliminated the distracting thoughts in his mind and started driving back.

Not long after he walked out, his brows furrowed into the character "Chuan" again.

These guys really don’t know how to write the word death.

In the rearview mirror, a motorcycle followed Jack's car furtively.

You don’t need to guess, it’s definitely the speedsters who are here to keep an eye on you.

These guys still want to take revenge on themselves, they are really crazy.

Jack felt that he was offended, and he was already ready to let these guys go, but these guys came to seek death on their own.

At the intersection ahead, Jack did not turn right to go home, but turned in the opposite direction.

Even if he has to teach these guys a lesson, he can't cause trouble to Lucy and the children.

The car was driving on the town road, going further and further off the road. This road led to the outside of the town, and there were no other cars on the road behind it.

The motorcycle behind him no longer concealed its whereabouts, and followed openly. Jack accelerated, and he also accelerated.

Later, the other party even accelerated to a position parallel to Jack and pointed his middle finger towards the cab.

Now Jack didn't want to wait any longer. He originally wanted to take action further away, but now there's no need.

Stepping on the accelerator, the car suddenly accelerated.

There is no one on this road at all. Even if he kills the opponent, no one will know.

With a bang, the front of the car directly hit the motorcycle. Even a $20,000 Harley could not stop the impact of the car.

The little gangster was knocked over, hanging on the Harley and pushed far away.

Jack didn't give up until he pushed the Harley off the road.

With the rumbling engine sound, Jack opened the door and got out of the car, and came to Harley. The Harley, which was bright and shiny just now, had turned into a pile of rags, and the little gangster was lying next to him dying.

Seeing Jack coming over, he still endured the pain and said hard: "F...Fake!"

Jack smiled: "Very good, I hope you can continue to be so tough."

A huge foot enlarged in front of my eyes, and then the little gangster tilted his head.

Jack dragged the fainted gangster back to the car and stuffed him into the trunk.

……

Somewhere, screams and pleas for mercy came from the dark woods.

The little gangster was hung on a tree, with his feet off the ground. He had long lost the tough look he had before. For such a guy, Jack didn't even need to torture him, he just said everything to him.

The gang the gangster belongs to is called the Elephant Club, and all its members are white.

As for why the elephant was given this name, Jack secretly guessed that it was some kind of totem worship.

The main business of the Elephant Club is drug trafficking, with 16 core members and about 20 other peripheral gang members.

Today, Jack's behavior offended the leader of the Elephant Club. If the police hadn't arrived just in time, I'm afraid they would have had to give Jack some trouble.

Even when the police came, he sent his men to follow Jack in preparation for revenge later.

After listening to the gangster's confession, Jack rubbed his teeth.

"How do you sell drugs?"

Jack thought of the addicts that day. These addicts were all cancer.

They are willing to take risks for drug money, and immigrants like Lucy, who are single, are the easiest targets.

"Usually it's in front of the bar or near the park. These two places are very famous in the circle, and drug addicts go here to buy goods."

"Well...basically it's the Hungry Wolf Gang doing their business."

Probably because he heard that Jack's tone was unkind, the little gangster hurriedly changed his tone.

Hmm?

Jack frowned: "Who are the Hungry Wolf Gang?"

"The Hungry Wolf Gang is our biggest opponent, but most of them are black, um, there are some Koreans, uh, please, let me down, my arm is going to be broken."

The little gangster begged for mercy. He had been hung on a tree since he woke up. His blood had not circulated for a long time, and now he felt as if his wrist would break at any time.

"Okay, tell me a little bit about you and the Wolf Gang. Where is the stronghold? How many people are there? Who is the leader? What kind of weapons do they have? After saying this, I will let you go."
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Hearing Jack's words, the little gangster poured out everything he knew like he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube. After finishing speaking, he looked at Jack expectantly.

"Okay, I've told you everything I know as you said. Please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone."

The little gangster begged.

Jack drew his pistol from behind. Seeing this scene, the gangster was frightened: "No, you can't kill me. You said you would let me go after I tell you everything."

"Sorry, I lied to you."

Bang bang, two gunshots broke the tranquility in the woods.
Chapter completed!