"What are you looking for me? Didn't I tell you, you're no longer useful to me, and no one cares about that damn kill order now. ”

The bloodshot [Midas King] raised his head and said in a deep voice, "I want to make a deal with you." ”

Superintendent Gray groaned for a moment, then walked into the cell and closed the door.

"Just half an hour ago, I was appointed by the Chief Superintendent as the acting chief of the Wilshire substation, what leverage can you impress me."

King Midas had a sneer on his face.

"It's just an agent, isn't it, at any time a guy who is good at playing with political power may parachute in and occupy this position, and you can only get a pension that belongs to you after a short taste of the sweetness of power, maybe your family will be satisfied, because you finally have time to spend with them."

"Fakyu, you piece of shit." Superintendent Gray grabbed him by the collar.

"If you're looking for me to provoke me, congratulations on your success."

"No, no, no, my old friend, in fact we can help each other, can't we?"

King Midas patted Superintendent Gray's arm on the collar.

"I have a proposal, you find a way to keep my son, and then I will provide you with something, enough for some of my old fellows to come in and accompany me, you see, with this credit, I don't think anyone can ......"

Superintendent Gray snorted coldly, grabbed the other party's collar and pushed him directly against the wall.

"I've never been your friend, and you're not in a position to negotiate terms with me, hand over the evidence, and then tell me where your son is hiding, and if he's lucky enough, I'll arrest him before the FBI and the rest of the cops."

Twenty minutes later, Superintendent Gray walked out of the prison and got into his police car, and after a moment of daz, he rubbed his hands vigorously on his somewhat fat black face for a while, then pulled out his phone and dialed a call.

"We succeeded, [King Midas] gave the three backbone leaders criminal evidence and part of the ledger, enough to crucify them, [Southern Front] is finished."

In the Wilshire Police Department's office as the commissioner's office, Zoe put down the phone and announced to everyone in front of her with a smile on her face.

In the small office, seven or eight people were squeezed down, and when they heard this, Tim, John, Angela and others were all happy.

"We'll leave in half an hour, the three backbone leaders will be handed over to the FBI to deal with, Captain Hondo and his team will be responsible for raiding the [Southern Front] lair, and the others will block the surrounding roads, be sure to catch Cole."

Zoe finished her assignment and turned her teasing gaze to someone sitting on pins and needles on the side.

"Superintendent Genie, you can ask Angela to help you remove your makeup."

Jack jumped up from his chair, grabbed the blonde wig off his head, and let out a long breath.

"Hey, hey, wait, I haven't taken a picture yet." Angela grabbed the wig and buckled it back, stood next to Jack, pulled out her phone and clicked it.

"Together, together." How could John and Tim miss this opportunity, the two of them left and right, holding Jack to prevent him from escaping, beckoning everyone to take a group photo.

In the end, even Zoe and Hongdo didn't miss out, everyone huddled together, pressed the complaining women's clothing boss Jack in the middle, and took a group photo.

Yes, all of the above is derived from a trap designed by Jack last night based on the [Southern Front] information provided by Zoe.

This violent gang is not invulnerable, and its founder, King Midas, has been in prison for several years, and can only be commanded remotely by his own foolish son.

And it's not the first time that the stupid Cole has done something stupid like issuing a chase order to the police, so Jack judged that there must be several backbone leaders in the [Southern Front] who are dissatisfied with the stupid Cole.

This judgment was confirmed by Superintendent Ben Sikora of the LAPD Anti-Crime and Drug Enforcement Division, who is responsible for all gang crimes in the LAPD, and has placed undercover agents and informants in almost every large and medium-sized gang organization in Los Angeles.

So Jack suggested that the [Southern Front] should be cleaned up according to the original plan, especially targeting the backbone leaders who were already dissatisfied, and trying not to touch the chain of interests in Cole's hands.

Then there is the veteran drama superintendent Gray, who directly performs in his true colors, and vividly plays a grassroots commander who is experiencing a mid-life crisis and is unwilling to live under others.

This gave [King Midas] a strong psychological suggestion, giving him the illusion that he could take the initiative.

Then there is the unexpected part, there needs to be a sudden major event that makes [Midas King] panic, and uses Superintendent Gray as the last straw.

In order to prevent accidents, Jack persuaded Zoe to act as a stand-in, incarnated as Superintendent Ginny Anderson, and sat in John's patrol police car.

Then the undercover agent planted in the [Southern Front] by the anti-black team took another real gang member to take action, executed the chase order, and then arranged for the "murderer" to escape and pass the news back to the [Southern Front].

Immediately after the disappearance of the "murderer" played by the undercover agent, [King Midas] could not hand over the murderer who fired the gun after receiving the news, so that the police would never let go of his stupid son who issued a chase and kill order, so he had to hurry up and make a deal with Superintendent Gray.

Perhaps at this moment, [King Midas] is still complacent, thinking that he has killed two birds with one stone, both saving his son and excluding dissidents, although his gang may suffer some losses in the short term, but after that, he will be more firmly controlled.

However, the district inspector has already reached a tacit agreement with Zoe that after capturing the three backbone leaders betrayed by King Midas, the district inspector will offer them a deal to crucify his stupid son.

This is the most crucial step, once the deal is concluded, and the police arrest or kill the nominal leader of the [Southern Front], Cole, the violent organization that has been a headache for the LAPD for many years, will immediately fall apart, and the [Midas] in prison will also pay the price for his actions, and he will no longer be able to call for wind and rain as before.

"I'll just say that Jack is a devil who is good at playing with people's hearts, and next time I should take him to church and try it with real holy water, maybe it will smoke when I pour it on."

Seeing that most of the plan was successful, John, who participated in the whole process, finally let go of his hanging heart, and he was also in the mood to ridicule people.

"The thing that smokes is called a vampire, you go to Wall Street and grab a handful."

Jack rolled his eyes as Angela rolled his eyes, and with great difficulty took off the two silicone gadgets that added up to almost 20 pounds, and wiped his upper body with a towel that was about to be covered with prickly heat, and couldn't help but complain.

"I'm a feminist from today onwards, and it's amazing that you can keep up with the male policemen with such a heavy lump of meat every day."

Angela, who had finished removing his makeup, slapped him on the shoulder, put away her Beretta 950, and reluctantly took her eyes off the well-defined muscles.