1160 Cave Bar
Chicago is full of gangs.
After these gangs of tens of thousands of people develop, they will expand their branches and form many sub-gangs.
It's also a screening process.
And the Latin Monarchs are the branches of the Chicago Monarchs.
That's why Antonio said it was bad news, and that there was no shortage of road-goers in such gang bars, and that people carrying guns on them were as simple as eating and drinking.
"I know this place."
Hank strode out of the office and said in a hoarse voice, "The cave bar is very large, it looks like a nightclub, but there are many secret passages. β
"The main purpose is to facilitate the quick escape of some of the people inside when they are raided."
"I used to go on a capture mission there."
When he said this, he shook his head solemnly, looking at his expression, the result of the arrest was already self-evident.
There are some places in Chicago that the police don't want to set foot in.
"What do you suggest?"
Ethan clasped his hands to his chest and said in a loud voice: "It's just a bar, there will always be a way." β
You can't stop catching it just because it's hard to catch.
And they have to act quickly, if they let the pharmacy know what the identity of the person who was shot is, they will definitely run as far as they can in the first place, and they must seize this opportunity now.
Not to mention that his uncle is the leader of the Chicago monarchs.
Even if it's the boss, when it comes to this kind of thing, the Chicago Police Department will do everything they can to take it down.
After all, on strength.
The CPD is the most powerful violent organization in Chicago.
"Only raids."
Hank thought for a moment and gave his own advice: "Due to the special nature of this bar, there will be people in charge of guarding the periphery, and when they see a large number of police approaching, they will immediately notify the people inside by radio. β
"But there can't be too few people, and you need to quickly control the scene after you go in."
"No one knows what those people will do after drinking alcohol and drugs, so you must use strong means."
The people next to him stood up one by one.
Even the gang bars can't stop them, Perry is dead, and a response must be made.
As long as you dare to shoot at the Chicago police.
will face their wrath.
"Garage set."
Ethan looked at his watch, waved his hand, and said, "Five minutes to prepare." β
Together, Burgess and Roman pushed the garage door in unison.
Compared to yesterday, it doesn't seem to be any different.
A person in the equipment room was also in full swing to prepare, but the murderous aura was much heavier than yesterday, and everyone's faces were holding back a lot of energy.
"Hey."
Ethan came over wearing body armor and carrying two shotguns: "You two often cooperate with the intelligence group, so you continue to send you over to help today, can you persevere?" β
"No problem."
Burgess wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth and nodded firmly.
As soon as she finished eating the meal packed by the other party, she received a notification, and although she had been on patrol for a day, she and Roman did not hesitate to take on this task, and if they could do their part at this time, there would be no hesitation.
Both of them wore civilian clothes, just to try not to attract the attention of others for a while.
"Take it."
Ethan shoved two Remingtons into the hands of the two of them and asked sharply, "Remember the guidelines for the use of force by law enforcement officers?" β
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Roman took the Remington shotgun and gripped the handle of the gun: "When we feel threatened by force, we follow a higher self-defense code. β
This problem, pediatrics.
School police officers know that when a suspect is bare-handed, they can use batons.
The other party has a knife in his hand, and he takes a gun himself.
If there is a pistol on the opposite side, there is no doubt that it is the time to use assault rifles and shotguns.
If, the opponent also has heavy firepower in his hands.
At this time, you can call in helicopters and tactical teams to come and support, in short, the level of force is always higher than that of the opponent.
But if those people have weapons of mass destruction.
At this time, it is not without solutions.
Let's sit down and talk!
"Very good." Ethan nodded and pointed to the equipment room: "Go inside and get a bulletproof vest to put on, forget that rule tonight, and shoot directly as soon as you feel unsafe." β
"Except, of course, our target person."
"Don't worry."
"All the consequences, our director will bear it."
This unexpected turn of events stunned the two patrol officers, but they quickly reacted and strode towards the equipment room.
For the sake of the suddenness of the action, there is no need to carry a bulletproof helmet.
But none of the other heavy firepower was dropped.
"Pharmacy."
When everyone was ready, Ethan put on the headset, took the headshot handed by the mouse and slapped it on the table: "The target tonight is him, and he will not accept the third result other than killing and capture." β
"After our operation, the patrol cars around us will quickly approach the support."
"Just rush in and keep the people under control."
"That's all." He stretched out his arms and clenched his fists: "For Chief Perry!" β
"For Chief Perry!"
Low cries rang out one after another, and one by one firm fists collided.
Hank looked around at the gang and threw his fist hard.
Fill in the last gap.
Cave Bar.
It's time for Chicago's nightlife creatures, and city men and women are changing into their most modest clothes and calling friends out to find the right one-time social partner.
Even if you are unlucky, you can't find it.
It is also necessary to end a boring day with alcohol and crazy music.
There is a long queue here at the front door of the bar.
A pair of shiny high heels support the straight legs, and for the sake of the territory, most of the people who come here are Latin women.
The figure is bewitching and colorful, and the eyebrows are amorous.
The colorful hip skirt makes people dazzled when they look at it.
"There's a guard upstairs."
Ethan had a cigarette in his mouth and drove the car slowly past the front door, and he withdrew his gaze from the roof: "I saw a man in a suit in front, radio, firearms, all these things are equipped. β
"Most of the men waiting in line to enter the venue also have gang tattoos."
"Be careful, everybody."
The Cave Bar is an oversized two-story building that used to be some kind of factory or something.
As he spoke, a black suit was moving slowly along the edge of the roof, scratching his crotch and looking around boredly.
He stepped on the gas pedal and drove past the parking lot next to the bar.
The roadside vendors swaggered and sold what they had in their hands, and from time to time the bewitching woman with fat hips and thick legs reached out to signal that he could stop the car and have a warm, short-lived love.
The nights here are filled with chaos.
"There are also sides."
Olinsky's voice sounded in the headset: "But there is no doubt that these people are not very vigilant, and this is good news for us." β
Ethan continued to turn the wheel and drove forward. (End of chapter)