The tattoos on the necks and arms of the two men in the Toyota were enough to show that they weren't good people.
Tattoos weren't rare. Young girls and old men in their fifties or sixties might get one if they were in a good mood.
Those who were more interested in tattoos would get their arms and torsos tattooed.
But the tattoos on these two men were different.
In Los Angeles, nobody dared to get such tattoos.
There were people who dared to tattoo indiscriminately. Even the technicians in tattoo parlors did not dare to tattoo such special patterns.
The number of crosses on the church spire represented their seniority, the crown on the crosses represented the division of labor in the gang, and the number of black drops of blood that dripped from the crown represented the number of people they had killed.
In Los Angeles, where there were plenty of dead youths, there were indeed people who dared to get random tattoos, crosses, and drops of blood, but such idiots usually didn't live more than a week.
With such tattoos, a car might suddenly stop on a certain street, and someone might ask, "Where are you from?"
This wasn't a normal pickup line. What seemed like an ordinary question might very well be a gun aimed at the person being asked and opened fire.
Since the tattoos proved that the person had a high status and had killed many people, but they had swaggered into the territory of the enemy with the tattoos, the enemy would definitely kill them in the most brutal way possible to show their determination to protect their territory.
The two ambushers were quite careful.
They were both wearing long-sleeved shirts, and had even used their cuffs and collar buttons. Only the edges of the tattoos could be vaguely seen on their necks and wrists.
Unfortunately, Luke's self-made program quickly compared the edges of the tattoos with gang tattoos in the database, and found that they matched a certain gang's tattoos more than 80%.
Also, given their looks, why were they hanging around a block away from the DEA building?
Although America was known as a liberal democracy, people who weren't supposed to be in certain areas rarely showed up.
Even if they did, they were probably just passing by. There was something wrong with those who lingered around.
This wasn't China, where you could stay wherever you wanted as long as it wasn't against the law.
In areas with a good security environment, anyone who wandered around dressed like a homeless person would be interrogated by patrol cars. There was no need to find anyone breaking the law.
Taxpayers and the poor were two different existences.
Therefore, the safety of taxpayers must be guaranteed, and the poor, an unstable factor, should wisely disappear from the good places.
This situation could be compared to Rambo in the first drop of blood.
Of course, Luke wouldn't help the patrol officers. He simply moved closer and watched the surveillance footage with Selina.
"Compare it with the information in the database. Start with the Latin American gang members," he said.
Selina grunted in acknowledgment, and her hands were already moving.
Less than five minutes later, she chuckled. "These two guys really don't have a clean background."
The two people in the Toyota were in the two photos, which were obviously taken in prison.
Now that Luke had the support of the entire police department, he had already found a way to copy certain files from the police department.
Of course, this behavior was definitely against the rules. He did not have permission.
He had created a small database in his car, mainly targeting the sensitive local people. The content was mainly about gang members, and he didn't dare put any other information in the car.
If he was suspected, he could still say that he had collected the information of the gang members, but it would be hard to explain the information of those in power.
Their names were displayed on the tablet: Domingo Torres and Paladia Mendoza.
Not only did these two core members of a certain gang have criminal records, but they also had several serious assault cases on them. They were now on parole, but they hadn't contacted their parole officer for several months.
That was to say, it wouldn't be a problem for Luke and Selina to arrest them.
Naturally, Luke wouldn't waste his time. At most, the two of them would bail out, and they would only spend a few more years in prison if they were caught.
He had to interrupt them when they started.
Killing a police officer was a felony.
Most lawyers wouldn't be willing to take on such a job, even if it was a failed attempt. They would be blacklisted by the police, and it would be difficult for them to pull strings in the future.
A lawyer's influence depended on how close they were to the local police and judges, and most of the district attorneys in charge of prosecutions had been transferred from the police.
Being on the police's blacklist was equivalent to falling out with the district attorney, which wasn't good for a lawyer's long-term business.
After Luke said a few words to Selina, she picked up her phone and called Palmer. "Palmer, it's me, Selina. Are you off duty? Almost there. We need to talk to you about something. Why don't we have dinner together? We won't disturb you, right? Okay, we'll wait for you at the exit. "
After hanging up, Selina gestured at Luke and said, "Done. She said she'll be out in twenty minutes."
Luke nodded with a smile. "I'll leave the car to you. Keep me updated on the situation." As he spoke, he put on a wireless earpiece and got out of the car.
Selina moved to the driver's seat and watched the surveillance footage as she drove the car to the exit of the DEA's parking lot.
After Luke got out of the car, he strolled leisurely toward the DEA office.
As he walked, he glanced around casually, like a teenager with too much energy.
A young Caucasian woman in a tight-fitting tracksuit with a white towel around her neck and a pedometer on her wrist. The earphone cable swayed in the deep cleavage of her chest as she ran over from behind. She overtook him and continued forward.
That healthy, light-wheat colored skin, bouncing with joy, was filled with a youthful and healthy aura.
Luke whistled briefly and saluted.
The beautiful woman couldn't hear him at all as she continued her jogging journey.
Smiling, Luke caught up with him and started running.
He didn't get close. From five meters away, his gaze fell on the tight running pants of the beautiful woman every now and then.
Hm, they're definitely very sturdy! He mumbled to himself.
Following the beautiful woman, Luke finally stopped reluctantly at a street corner.
Watching her perky body gradually disappear into the distance, Luke slowly walked to the side of the road with a regretful expression. He took out two coins and bought a can of Dr. Pepper. He sat down on the steps, opened the ring, and took a big gulp.
He burped comfortably and began to hum "Baby Got Back."
“i
like
big
butts
and
i
cannot
lie
you
other
brothers
can&039;t
deny
that
when
a
girl
walks
with
an
itty
bitty
waist
and
a
round
thg
your
Face … "
At that moment, another beautiful woman ran past him.
She was Latino, and she had a beautiful figure under her backless sports bra and shorts, as well as a hot personality. "Hooligan!"
Luke was lost for words.
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