Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 131 - 116: My Gun, No One is Allowed to be Arrogant in Front of Me!

Chapter 131: Chapter 116: My Gun, No One is Allowed to be Arrogant in Front of Me!

Bang~

Another shot made sparks fly off the concrete floor!

"Speak!"

The man in sunglasses, crazed with agitation, exclaimed, "Calling the police, what do you want with us!"

Over the years, Helen had dealt with corrupt cops and gunmen shooting indiscriminately with Thompson submachine guns, but seeing someone blatantly reveal their identity in front of dozens of armed people—that too across districts—was a first for him.

Helen’s right-hand man leaned close and whispered, "We made a call and the operator said there’s inter-district case handling going on, they’ve transferred it. This group of bastards definitely tipped off the Detective Bureau’s ’Anti-Gang and Narcotics Division’ beforehand."

The Los Angeles Police Department divides into three parts: the Detective Bureau (investigators), the Patrol Section, and the Special Operations Bureau (SWAT, K-9 units, etc.).

The Anti-Gang and Narcotics Division is a part of the Los Angeles Detective Bureau, a task force dealing primarily with anti-gang and drug operations and has the most interactions with gang members, making it a complex division.

Hearing this, Helen’s heart sank.

This really was trouble.

He gritted his teeth and drew his pistol: "This is Los Angeles, not Las Vegas, brothers, don’t be scared. These people are just pretending to be DEA officers; we’ve never dealt in drugs. They want to take over our turf..."

Before he could finish,

the ringing of a cellphone stopped him.

The man in sunglasses cocked his head, watching Helen trying to encourage his men, and flashed a silent, mocking laugh before pressing the speaker button on his phone.

From the other end came the operator’s gentle voice, "Investigator Rad, we received a call from residents of the Akaron Community..."

Rad, the man in sunglasses, cut off the operator abruptly, "Sorry, our team is currently facing violent resistance from suspects, some residents might be confused. We are here, we’ll ensure the safety of those innocent civilians!"

As he spoke the last sentence,

his men behind him coldly pinned their DEA badges to their chests and raised their automatic rifles, aiming at Helen’s group of petty smugglers.

"Alright, if you need armed support from the Los Angeles Patrol Section, please contact us immediately," the operator, obviously disdainful of the poor district, quickly hung up.

...

Helen was a man who knew reality.

If he was a drug lord with dozens of bold and violent men, he would dare to stand on these people’s heads and make them kneel and lick his toes.

Sadly, he was not.

If he dared resist, even if the men in front of him were obviously in violation, maintaining authority would still result in a relentless siege of death by the Los Angeles police force. Surviving to fight another day was the smart play.

Besides, it’s not like he didn’t have a way out!

Thinking thus,

Helen quickly wiped his fingerprints off the pistol, threw it to the ground, and raised his hands high, kneeling to surrender, "Investigator Sir, I swear on my grandmother’s name, I have never touched anything forbidden. Helen Gang will cooperate fully with all investigations!"

Seeing their boss surrender, Helen’s gang members breathed a sigh of relief, dropped their pistols, and followed their leader, raising their hands and kneeling.

Why risk their lives for a meager income of a couple thousand US dollars a month?

Rad burst into laughter upon seeing this.

He enjoyed the thrill of controlling these fools’ fates.

What a lousy gang!

Out here, you need strength, you need backing!

I say they are thieves, then they are thieves!

Hitting them is justified!

If they resist, they are thugs and deserve to be crushed into pieces by the force!

Then suddenly, the arrogantly laughing Rad froze.

He pulled down his sunglasses and saw among the kneeling crowd, two figures standing upright.

Turns out, Helen’s men kneeling had inadvertently highlighted Brian and Green.

...

"Boss Brian, what do we do now?"

Green, terrified by the deranged Rad, felt like he was suffocating.

FK, it’s only his first day on the job at NW, did it have to be this intense?

"What do you mean, what do we do?"

Brian looked at Green oddly and unbuttoned his shirt, "This is Los Angeles, since when do some Las Vegas DEA dare act so arrogant here?"

During the conversation,

Rad, followed by his men, had already approached Brian.

His sunglasses were now perched on his nose bridge, his hollow eye sockets wrapped in bloodshot browns.

Rad, with his bloodshot eyes throbbing, looked at the calm Brian facing him, "You’ve got guts."

Brian shrugged, "You’re pretty arrogant too."

"My arrogance is a right given by the badge on my chest!," Rad slowly loaded cylindrical bullets into his shotgun, "Your courage, however, might just end your life tonight."

Brian glanced at the onlookers behind Rad and shook his head, "You plan to kill me in front of all these people?"

Rad cocked the gun, pressing the muzzle against Brian’s chest, "Be good, kneel."

Just then,

one of Rad’s men behind him suddenly caught sight of Brian’s undercover badge and Green behind him, his silhouette partly obscured by what seemed like a bullet-proof vest, his expression changing slightly.

Not good!

These two are Los Angeles police!

Just as he was about to warn his drug-induced boss Rad,

The next moment.

Bang~

A gunshot rang out.

Rad staggered, his crazed, agitated eyes turning blank.

This pretty boy, how dare he shoot?

With that thought, Rad’s deranged consciousness was swallowed by infinite darkness.

Brian extended a finger, gently shoving the shotgun’s muzzle away from his chest, walked up to Rad’s stiff body, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly, "My gun doesn’t allow anyone to be this arrogant in my presence!"

Dilly-dallying.

If it weren’t for the crowd and the need for a reason to shoot, he would have sent Rad and his group to their graves long ago!

Rad’s followers behind him were shocked on the spot by the sudden turn of events.

One of them touched the blood splatter on his face before realizing their boss Rad had just had his head blown off by a shot from the seemingly innocuous young man before them.

"FK!"

He pulled the trigger immediately.

The moment the gun fired, a bullet passed under Rad’s armpit and entered his eye socket with precision, traveled through the soft brain tissue, and exited from the back of his head with a mix of red and white matter.

He fell blankly, and as he fell, he kept pulling the trigger, drawing a long arc with the gunfire. Most of the bullets struck Rad’s body, which Brian was using as a shield, and the rest flew into the sky.

When the bullet went through Rad’s body and hit Brian’s bullet-proof vest covering his chest, it had lost much of its kinetic energy, but the blood-soaked bullet and the densely packed bullet holes still looked shocking.

He had killed two people in quick succession.

Only then did Brian shout loudly, "NW Operation Unit, put down your guns!"

Green, following Brian’s order, pulled out his badge and rushed forward beside Brian, pointing his gun at Rad’s remaining followers, and yelled,

"We’ve already called for backup!

There are dozens of witnesses here. Rad, who attempted to murder civilians and police officers, has been killed on the spot. You’ve been deceived by Rad. Think of your wives and children at home and put down your weapons!"

If Brian’s action had momentarily subdued this group of lawless rogue cops, Green’s words crushed their last mental defenses.

This wasn’t their territory after all.

The long-haired Caucasian youth, who had first spotted Brian’s detective badge but had failed to issue a warning in time, was the first to drop his automatic rifle.

Led by him,

With the exception of a buzz-cut man covered in earrings, the rest chose to give up resistance.

Brian pushed aside the body in front of him and looked at the earrings guy, "Seems like you’re not convinced?"

The earrings guy glared fiercely.

He dropped his rifle and sneered, "No matter who you are, by killing Rad, you’ve brought trouble on yourself!"

Brian couldn’t care less about such fools who couldn’t see the situation clearly.

His own troubles were for later,

But that was something the other guy couldn’t see anymore.

Brian shook his head at Green, "He just fired too, kill him!"

Green hesitated, then gritted his teeth and aimed directly at the shocked earrings guy, pulling the trigger.

"No, I didn’t shoot, I’m wrong, please don’t..."

Bang bang bang—

The earrings guy’s plea was cut short as he fell to the ground dead with his eyes wide open, his body clearly not as tough as his mouth, unable to withstand bullets.

...

This scene turned the remaining few junkie cops pale.

They seemed brazen.

But from the beginning to the end, it was only Rad who had taken drugs and directly killed a guy, an undervalued nobody from the lower ranks!

Now, these two had killed three of them.

Who exactly was being brazen?

The local police were too barbaric!

From a distance, members of the Helen Gang had been so scared that they had been crouching on the ground, their faces pressed against the dirt, primarily focusing on not seeing, hearing, or knowing anything!

Gang leader Helen was extremely nervous.

He admitted that he had led the kneeling to divert that madman’s attention towards Brian and his companion.

But he never expected that this seemingly meek young man would also be a madman, dealing lethal blows to fellow officers from the violent institution without any hesitation.

Helen felt extremely tired now.

All he wanted was to run some smuggling operations, his greatest violent act being to teach his subordinates to take the poor to shops for some zero-dollar shopping to fleece the capitalists—how had he attracted these two crazy parties...

...

Brian, seeing Green’s decisive shooting, was very satisfied.

He patted Green on the shoulder, "Very good, you’ve already learned the working style of our B6 unit. I’ll suggest you be made permanent soon. With backup yet to arrive, what do you think we should do next?"

Overjoyed, Green’s dark face broke into a smile.

His eyes flashed ferociously, "Boss Brian, finish things thoroughly!"

Finished speaking, Green walked over to the long-haired Caucasian who had first put down his gun, "You saw that guy, he also fired, right?"

The long-haired Caucasian inwardly complained, but with the example lying on the ground, he could only nod, "Yes, Hassava also fired, he shot at you."

"Where’s the proof!"

Green, mimicking Brian, gestured with his gun barrel!

Even though his hand holding the gun was shaking, nobody doubted this young black man’s determination to shoot.

Under Green’s gaze,

These men, one by one, walked up to the body of their dead companion, the earring man, and carefully pulled the trigger of his weapon.

With that, the three Las Vegas ’rogue cops’ who attacked Brian and Green were all dead.

...

They locked up the members of the Helen Gang in a warehouse behind them.

While waiting for backup to arrive.

Through the mouths of these junkie cops, Brian learned about the purpose of these Las Vegas DEA officers’ visit.

It was all related to Sherick, the second-in-command of the Helen Gang, a victim of the massacre.

This greedy guy had somehow found out about a cache of goods and dirty money hidden here by Rad and others during his last pickup in Las Vegas and even managed to secure the warehouse in question.

The problem was.

By the time these DEA officers received the message, days had gone by, and they had only recently investigated and pursued it here.

They hadn’t laid a hand on Sherick.

Nor had they killed anyone.

If that’s the case, who was the murderer?