"I grew up on this street, and I just came back here after finishing my military career." Brick continued.

Hearing that he was also a veteran, Danny Reagan couldn't help but smile on his face, "Do you miss Hell's Kitchen?" ”

Brick frowned, and replied angrily, "I prefer Florida, but my mom has been running a restaurant here for 40 years, and she doesn't want to leave, it used to be very chaotic here, and she was often robbed, but now the environment has improved, life is more difficult, and the rich people are trying to get rid of us poor ghosts." ”

As he spoke, Danny Reagan noticed that Jack's eyes had been wandering over the basketball boys not far away, and several police officers were taking notes on them.

"What did you find?"

Jack thoughtfully said, "I just arrived in New York, aren't I too familiar with the gangster tattoos on the East Coast, can you help me see what gang these guys belong to?" ”

As a police detective, Danny Regan's observation skills are not bad at all, and when he is reminded by Jack, his gaze is just swept away, just like a few treasures.

"It's the 'Mudamul Gang' with the MMG letters tattooed, and the RUS logo on the sneakers is 'Together', interesting, there are at least five gang members here, Brick, what is your job? Is it responsible for regulating gang conflicts? ”

"Huh?" Brick looked at the basketball boys who were divided into several groups with some confusion, and then shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"They're just playing games here, and anyone who wants to make trouble will be kicked out of this gym, and I'm too lazy to listen to their gangster nonsense."

"Have you seen anyone from 'MS-13' here?" Jack feels that this guy is not simple, if a veteran can easily suppress a group of gangster kids, then the NYPD does not seem to need to maintain the size of a police department with the largest number of people in the United States.

"Don't be kidding, how can I have those crazy people here, the closest thing to Saldóva here is that Mexican kid over there, he works as a handyman here." ”

After speaking, he casually pointed at a boy dressed as a good student.

The reason why Jack specifically asked about this "MS-13" naturally came from Jubal Valentine's reminder before departure, apparently he got some information that this well-known ultra-violent group is likely to be the gang that plans to enter New York in the near future.

"MS-13" is quite familiar to Jack, a former LAPD, the letter MS in front of the gang's name, which is a Spanish abbreviation, and the full name is "Mara Salvatrucha", which can be roughly translated as savage or murderous Salvador.

As for the number 13 at the back, there is a theory that the gang was first founded in the 13th block of Los Angeles.

The origin of the whole thing can be traced back to a well-known fruit company, United Fruits, after the end of World War II, the Red Wave of Central American countries unwilling to be exploited by it rose one after another, and a 12-year civil war broke out in El Salvador, a small Central American country.

With the support of the United States, the military junta of El Salvador at that time set off one massacre after another, and a large number of refugees were smuggled into the United States through various channels.

These people without financial resources could only gather in the slums, and in order to survive, in the 80s of the last century, some young Salvadoran refugees in Los Angeles, formed "MS-13".

With the influx of former Salvadoran soldiers who had experienced the war, the group, which had been created only to defend against the bullying of other gangs, quickly deteriorated and became an extremely violent group on par with another "18th Street" gang composed mainly of Mexican descent.

The gang members of the "MS-13" have two characteristics, one is that they are particularly cruel, especially like to use machetes, dismantle opponents into various patterns, and never let go of opponents' families, including women and even infant babies.

The second is tattoos, and among the gang of DU traffickers who Jack encountered at the U.S.-Mexico border crossing that tried to rob prisoners, there is a skinny monkey with tattoos all over the body, all the way to the door of the head, which is a typical "MS-13" member.

They seem to be particularly fond of tattooing tattoos on their heads, both to deter opponents and to prevent members from leaving the gang.

Mexico's DU group especially likes to recruit members of "MS-13" as cannon fodder, simply because these people have been cultivated from childhood, are cruel by nature, never show mercy, and the key is that they are very poor.

"MS-13" was arrogant in New York for a long time, until six or seven years ago, there were more than 20 random killings on the streets of Long Island.

A group of "MS-13" members unscrupulously shot passers-by as a means of entertainment, causing an uproar across the United States, and the NYPD used a large number of police forces to plow the local gang several times before expelling them from New York.

Unexpectedly, in just a few years, the "MS-13" made a comeback.

Danny Reagan waved at the officer who was taking notes not far away and shouted, "Joey, bring that Mexican kid here." ”

The police officer smiled and agreed, and pushed the kid to this way, until he came close to the crowd, and then corrected, "My question was just finished, but this kid is not of Mexican origin, he is from El Salvador." ”

Danny Regan's face suddenly became gloomy, "Take it back to the bureau directly." ”

At this time, a bomb disposal expert wearing a heavy explosion-proof suit slowly walked out of the stadium, still holding a tablet in his hand, his teammates saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him take off his heavy helmet, Jack was surprised to find that this bomb disposal expert turned out to be a woman.

"How's it going?" Several people hurriedly stepped forward and approached the bomb disposal expert.

"Six grenades were put together in parallel, all of them had their fuses modified, detonators reinstalled, and the detonator was a mobile phone, no matter who did it, this guy is a professional."

"Uh" Jack looked at the six little lemons, a little incredulous, the last time he saw this thing was in a Vietnam War movie, "This is an M26 grenade?" ”

"To be precise, the M26A1, the one that was used in the Vietnam War, I haven't seen it for many years." A retired fourth-class person corrected with great experience.

"It makes sense, most of this old grenade was aided by four Central American countries, including El Salvador."

Jack rolled his eyes silently, this is a special return to its original owner.

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Half an hour later, in the interrogation room of the NYPD police station, Danny Reagan stared fiercely at the Salvadoran kid named Wilmer in front of him, and Jack stood beside him with his arms crossed, his eyes were also unkind.

"I'm not MS-13 guys, do I look like those maniacs with tattoos on my face?"

This Wilmer looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a white T-shirt, brown jeans without a single smudge, blue sneakers on his feet were very clean, and there were no tattoos on his exposed skin, just like an ordinary honest high school student.

"Of course not, because MS-13 realized from '07 that their physical features were too obvious, so they forbade the people below to get tattoos on their faces, except for the core members.

They look about the same as you and dress about the same, but they still go out and find a passerby to beat them to death for fun. ”

Danny Reagan and Jack didn't play any good cop bad cop games because they didn't have a lot of time and needed to pry the kid's mouth open in the fastest way possible.

(End of chapter)