They showed their IDs and left their belongings at the front desk of NYPD's HQ. They then asked for the location of the Organized Crime Control Bureau's office before they went there.
After running through the largest local police agency in America for dozens of minutes, Elsa and Luke finally found Belittle Joel, a captain of the Organized Crime Control Bureau.
Bailey was only a captain, which was one level higher than Luke and Selina.
LAPD was paying attention to this case because the death of a popular minor star in their jurisdiction could easily spread.
For NYPD, Sergei Mazanov was just one of the countless gangs in New York, and wasn't a big deal at all.
Bailey had been assigned to this case because Sergei was one of the gangs he was responsible for keeping an eye on.
He didn't look very happy when he was faced with two colleagues from Los Angeles.
To quote Elsa and Luke at dinner, he looked like a pile of sh * t. Clearly, this Berit wasn't happy that Luke and Selina were involved in his case.
Looking at their bulging armpits, Bailey simply said coldly, "I have to remind you that you don't have any law enforcement authority here. You'd better not use your guns, or it'll be very troublesome. "
Elsa's expression was the same as ever. It wasn't her first time working a case, and she was used to all kinds of expressions.
Luke didn't think much of it.
He didn't have any law enforcement authority, except that he couldn't use his gun.
Would he stand there like an idiot at a critical moment? As long as someone pointed a gun at him, he had the right to resist as an ordinary citizen.
Then, the two of them were dismissed. Elsa asked, "May I ask when we're going to take action?"
Bailey frowned. "It's a secret operation. I can't tell you."
Elsa, however, didn't buy it. "Excuse me, are you going to solve the case on your own?"
Bailey choked a little.
He would definitely become a laughing stock if he said he was.
LAPD had paid a price for dispatching Luke and Selina to work together on this case.
They didn't know exactly what the price was, but Bailey would be in deep trouble if he completely excluded Luke and Selina from the case.
After a brief silence, Bailey said, "You can find an empty desk here. I'll let you know if anything happens."
Elsa nodded.
She just needed to make sure that Berit wouldn't be stupid enough to leave the two of them alone and go after Sergei himself.
When the two of them were about to leave, Bailey added, "The capture operation will take at least three to five days to plan. You can take a break for the next few days."
The two of them nodded to show that they understood. Then, they went to the hall outside and found an empty desk to sit down.
Elsa looked at Luke. "How do you feel? Will he be angry? "
Luke shook his head. "If they were in our place, they would be treated the same way. There's nothing to be angry about."
Elsa nodded with a smile. "Yes, it's just like this. Anyway, we don't have the final say in this case. Just wait patiently. "
Luke shrugged and rolled his eyes. "I'll find a place to stay first. I'll take your luggage with me."
Elsa agreed, of course.
Any other newcomer would've done the same, but Luke's performance on the plane had shocked her, so she didn't say anything.
Now that Luke had taken the initiative to suggest it, she certainly wouldn't object.
Luke came out with their luggage and called Bell. "Hello, is this Bell? I'm Luke, the guy who took your car just now. Yes, I want to stay in a cheap and comfortable hotel near NYPD HQ for a few days. Do you have any suggestions? Oh, okay. I'll give you a tip of a hundred dollars on top of the fare. "
Soon, Bale came over.
She was clearly nearby.
She greeted Luke warmly and got into the passenger seat. Regular people didn't get such treatment. Taxi drivers were scared of being robbed.
He high-fived her with a smile. "Hey, you're truly a racer. How did you get here so quickly?"
Bell was delighted.
Generally speaking, white people weren't very nice to black drivers like her.
Luke, the young man, could barely be considered handsome. He was also gentle and likable, and Bell liked him very much.
On the way, Luke and Bell chatted idly.
Bell was truly a local. In her own words, she was familiar with almost every part of New York.
However, she was most familiar with Brooklyn and Queens. She wasn't as familiar with Manhattan.
Luke got it.
Brooklyn, which she was familiar with, was a black area. Queens was not much better. Manhattan was a place full of rich people. Not many people would call for her taxi, and even fewer would order the cheap takeout that she had delivered before.
Luke had a plan. As he chatted with Bell, he changed the topic to drug dealers.
Bell was clearly an anomaly among black people. She was diligent and hardworking, and her only illegal hobby was racing. But compared with drug dealers and violent crime, that was child's play.
The black man spoke quickly and without much thought, spitting out a whole bunch of information about the traffickers in a blink of an eye.
Luke almost couldn't remember them all.
Just how many of them were there? Twenty-seven or thirty-one drug gangs?
And that was just the drug gangs in Brooklyn. Bell hadn't told him about Queens yet.
Luke sighed inwardly. The bigger the city, the more cash cows there were.
Suddenly, his ears twitched.
"In recent years, it's said that someone has been targeting them and killed quite a few traffickers. Although they weren't big gangs, I heard that a few small gangs of a dozen or so people were wiped out overnight." Bale's face was full of excitement.
Luke was surprised. "You're not angry?" Most of the gangs in Brooklyn were African Americans.
The proportion of African Americans in Brooklyn who didn't commit crimes was low. Was it really okay for Bell to talk about it so excitedly?
Bell glared at him angrily. "Hey! You have to be clear, those are scum who do all kinds of evil. Besides, a lot of Eastern European and Latin American gangs have been killed too. In any case, anyone who sells illegal drugs has been killed. These people don't care what race the drug dealers are from. "
Luke raised his hand to apologize. "Sorry, it's my fault." But he was curious. Who would dare do such a thing? How could they have wiped out drug dealers more than once?
Bell snorted at his apology and added some insider information. "I heard that these people might be drug dealers too, because they're always robbing other gangs. They always clean up the drugs and money of those gangs. "
Deep in thought, Luke couldn't help but murmur to himself, Why does this sound like my plan?
He had thought about robbing drug dealers a long time ago.
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