Chapter 1023 New Year's Snow Night (Part 3)
Jack could tell. Although Chief Ronick looked lazy and looked like he was afraid of trouble, he was still very conscientious when the real trouble came.
Two state troopers, one black and one white, armed with shotguns, escorted the four criminals in the prison bus from the back door into a temporary cell behind the police station.
Roenicke carefully checked the cells and confirmed the identities of the four criminals one by one with two state troopers.
In the first cell was a young black girl, wearing a hoodie. From the look of her clothes, it was clear that she was a man who had been on the streets all year round. She kept repeating that she was innocent and had never violated the law.
Of course, zero-dollar purchases are not illegal, as long as they do not exceed a certain amount. This has been clearly written into the state laws of many states. Jack, who silently followed Ronick and wanted to know more about the situation, nodded to express his understanding.
Next door to the black girl's cell is a black guy who is about the same age as her. He calls himself Smaili. He is responsible for buying and selling stolen goods for zero yuan and also selling some high-imitation A-grade goods. I don't know if he was arrested together with the black girl.
The guy in the same cell with him is also the only white guy among the four criminals. Of course, strictly speaking, he should be considered a Latino. He is a drug addict and a robber. His eyes are red and it seems that the drug has not worn off. He has been in for less than 5 minutes. I already had a fight with the black guy.
Jack also had some impressions of this guy's face. He didn't seem to be a particularly famous actor, but he often played villains in some movies and TV series.
Because there are only three cells in the old police station, female criminals and gangsters must be held separately, so there is no way to separate them for a while.
Roenick hit the iron railing hard with his baton, and it took a while for the two of them to calm down.
The last cell was the gangster Marino Bishop. Jack gave up completely after seeing the real person. It seemed that tonight was destined to be unrest.
Although this man is not as obviously fat as the homeless gang leader in the later "John Wick" series, his arrogant and cool look is exactly like Morpheus in "The Matrix".
"This guy doesn't need my introduction. Everyone must know his great achievements." A black state trooper named Jeffrey mocked unceremoniously.
Bishop looked at the few people calmly, and finally his eyes fell on the newspaper that Ronick held under his arm. "Can you give me that? Maybe I can pass the time with the crossword puzzle on it."
Roenick hesitated for a moment, then went to get a pencil, cut it into a small section, and handed it over together with the newspaper, "I heard that you are the only gang leader in the city who does not deal with drug addicts. Why?"
"Because drug addicts will disrupt order, this city is already chaotic enough, isn't it, Mr. Sheriff?" Bishop replied calmly.
"Hopefully this will keep you in the position you are in until you get out of here."
Roenicke put the newspaper and the pencil less than two knuckles long in the gang boss's hand, shrugged noncommittally, turned to the two state troopers and said.
"This is your responsibility. You can take turns to rest in the front, but at least one person must stay behind."
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"Is there any trouble?" Seeing Jack come back, John leaned in front of him and asked in a low voice.
"I don't know yet, I hope nothing happens." Jack shook his head.
It was past eleven o'clock at night, and it was not convenient for me to disturb my colleagues in New York. Fortunately, this gangster named Bishop was well-known in the local area. He could open the browser on his mobile phone and search for it. Find enough information.
The gang led by Bishop is somewhat interesting. Although the main members are black, most of them come from former working-class families.
With the decline of Detroit's auto industry and the improvement of automated production lines, these dark-skinned workers who were originally at the bottom were the first to be eliminated.
They have a certain educational foundation, but it is limited to a little, because they have a car loan and a house loan and a large family to support. After losing their regular jobs, they quickly fell to a level that is not even as good as those ordinary homeless people.
Bishop organized these people and formed a gang that did everything except drug trafficking, red light districts, illegal arms, and extorting local businesses for protection fees.
This gang, composed of black-skinned bankrupt workers, has quite a strong fighting force, perhaps because its main members are all "good men" from the gang, and they even have a certain degree of organization, which can be said to be prohibitive.
Of course, what Roenick said about not touching drugs is not so absolute, because Bishop just doesn't touch "hard drugs", but he has mastered a batch of the best quality American herbal medicine channels in Detroit. This is also the gang he leads. main financial source.
Jack turned over the collected information and studied it, and finally made up his mind. Bishop's arrest seemed to be mostly accidental, and he usually acted in a legal and public capacity.
This means that this guy will not choose to fight to the death or commit robberies such as prison vans or jails for a while. A big family and a big business means there will be more worries.
As long as this kind of gangster is not imprisoned in a federal prison in another place and loses the protection of his gang, even if he is a police murderer, he does not need to worry about his life for the time being. Trying a judicial transaction first is the best option.
Thinking of this, Jack began to think about what Roenick had said before. Bishop's arrest was indeed a bit strange.
As a gang leader with a legal public identity, how could he choose to kill someone publicly in a church, and the person he killed was a policeman? There must be some unknown stories in this.
As the time gradually approached midnight, Jack lit the charcoal in the grill again. Because he had already guessed that he would probably have to stay in the police station overnight due to the snowstorm, he bought a considerable amount of raw materials when he and Alice went to the supermarket. Fresh ingredients.
The previous ones were just appetizers. The chicken wings, chicken legs and steaks that had been marinated for a period of time were even more delicious. However, the meal delivery speed of this simple grill was a bit slow, and there were more people including psychiatrist Alex and Uninvited guests, including two state troopers, seemed to be in short supply.
Also because of the few uninvited guests in the cell behind, everyone stopped drinking, so they all switched to coffee or hot cocoa, but the atmosphere was not bad.
"Did you miss an important date?" Jack handed a skewer of grilled wings to Alex, who looked slightly lonely, and then took a few skewers of potato slices from John and put them on the grill.
"I just didn't expect that I would be trapped in a place like this on New Year's Eve, and then eat a lot of high-calorie foods that I would never touch at ordinary times. Of course, I am not judging your cooking skills. On the contrary, it is because it is too It’s so delicious that I can’t control myself at all.”
Seeing her put on a sad expression, Jack glanced at her carefully maintained figure and smiled, "Eat with confidence, I can guarantee that you will never consume more than 30% of your usual calories."
"Come on, come on, it's about to start." Alice rushed over, grabbed the two of them, and left. The New Year's countdown to the "Super Bowl" had already appeared on the TV.
"10, 9, 83, 2, 1! Happy New Year!" Everyone cheered together, and then the old police officer Jasper took the lead in singing the Scottish folk song "Auld Lang Syne".
This song also has a name in Dongda called "Auld Lang Syne".
After the song was sung, the white state trooper among the two state troopers who had just been called in for a countdown was about to return to the temporary detention area at the back, but was stopped by Jack, who then had a large tray stuffed into his hand. Piles of steaming food.
"Take it with you. If there are people behind you who are not asleep, give some to them as well."
"Thanks, man, you're a nice guy." The two parties did not introduce each other's identities, and they did not even know each other's names, but the white state trooper patted Jack's shoulder enthusiastically.
Just as Jack was about to tell Alex about his statement about food calories, the white state trooper's exclamation could be faintly heard from the temporary detention area behind, followed by a crisp gunshot. The sound suddenly shocked everyone present.