Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 184 - 148: Robber: Is There Justice?! (Adding 14 more for Alliance Leader ’Glorious Night’)

Chapter 184: Chapter 148: Robber: Is There Justice?! (Adding 14 more for Alliance Leader ’Glorious Night’)

Bang~

Bang Bang Bang~

Accompanied by screams, roars.

The shooting had started ahead!

"It seems they are chasing a robber."

Green squinted his eyes, observed the situation ahead, and said.

A figure, with one hand holding a gun and the other clutching a handbag, ran towards their vehicle.

"Take him down!"

Brian glanced at the panicking robber and whispered.

Green nodded, held his breath, timed it right, and when the man desperately approached, he suddenly opened the passenger door.

Caught off guard, the fleeing man was knocked by the door and thrown more than a meter away, his newly stolen handbag and the pistol in his other hand flying out, and he landed on the ground groaning in pain.

Green jumped down smoothly, disregarding the man’s pain, pinned him to the ground, hands behind his back, while kneeling his knee near the man’s neck.

This ensured that the man couldn’t fight back.

It was clear Green had practiced this move quite a bit.

He was about to pull out handcuffs to restrain the robber’s hands when several figures came running over, bombarding Green’s eyes with a bright flashlight while someone shouted:

"Don’t move, hands up!"

"Show your hands!"

Green instinctively blocked his eyes with his hands and explained, "Friendly, don’t shoot, I am from NW operations!!!"

He shouted loudly, fearing that the pursuing patrol officers might shoot him.

Similar incidents had happened in Los Angeles before.

The victim was a black detective who just reached into his jacket to pull out an ID, intending to show his identity, but was shot dead by a jittery patrol officer.

Brian, who had been watching from the car, saw this and had a moment of revelation, understanding how the murderer in the prostitute murder case had committed the crime.

No wonder the culprit was so professional!

...

But Brian didn’t hurry to get out of the car.

He was afraid that his sudden movement might trigger the jittery patrol officers.

This was no joke,

Daytime was still manageable.

At night, the patrol officers on duty, except when slacking off eating doughnuts, were always on high alert, especially in areas with poorer security.

After hearing Green’s loud shout,

The officers didn’t lower their guard until they had surrounded the two on the ground and saw the firearm, after which they put down their bright flashlights and guns.

"Pal, sorry, these bastards suddenly started shooting, and a colleague got injured," an older black patrol officer apologized to Green after checking his ID.

Green waved it off, "No problem, these guys are crazy, daring to shoot directly at the police!"

A white police officer spat fiercely on the ground, "That’s why his buddy is dead. If it weren’t for your intervention, this bastard would be dead too!"

Green had been with the B6 crew a few times, committing murder and arson, and was no longer the reserved young man he used to be.

He didn’t take it lightly and pointed at the white police officer, yelling, "With your shitty shooting skills? I could shoot better with my pants down!"

The usually domineering white police officer, taken aback by Green’s boldness and seeing a glimpse of violence in his eyes, wanted to retort.

Snap~

The car door opened.

Brian, with a cigarette in his mouth, stepped out of the car and said to the white officer, "How about we release this robber, give him his gun back, and you can duel it out in the alley ahead?"

"Who the hell are you!"

"Brian, just a regular Autopsy Officer," Brian shrugged, "How about my proposal? Don’t worry, even if you die, I can do your autopsy for free."

The white police officer...

He had heard of Brian’s name, especially how today, in this particular sector, in front of many, Brian had managed in a few words to get a group to beat up a colleague from NW operations.

The circle was just that small.

During their patrol today, they had even talked about this incident as a form of entertainment, not expecting to meet the protagonist so soon.

The white police officer’s lips twitched twice; he turned to Green and whispered an apology, "Sorry, my partner got injured, I got a bit agitated."

Seeing this, Green nodded and said no more.

In reality, most LAPD staff weren’t highly educated, tending towards being physically strong but simplistic thinkers.

Simple reason: easier to manage, daring to fight.

Drawback: emotional, average quality.

Especially at LAPD during this period, white officers formed the majority, with other ethnicities making up less than ten percent.

Thus, racial discrimination within the department was not uncommon.

When Green had joined the patrol, he had faced a lot of discrimination.

Now, as the other party had brought up his injured partner, it wasn’t good to pursue the matter further.

...

Seeing the other man relent, Brian didn’t bother arguing with such people anymore.

He walked over to the older black patrol officer with a higher status here, "Pal, can I take a look at your bright flashlight?"

"No problem, Brian," he took off the bright flashlight hanging from his duty belt and handed it to Brian, "I’ve heard Fergus mention your name, and I really appreciate you avenging his daughter in Forest Park."

"Fergus?" Brian took the flashlight, "I remember him, I promised to attend his daughter’s funeral, but he never emailed me the details."

Previously at Forest Park, in the lake bottom corpse sinking case, a Mutant Beast had fatally injured a female officer, and Fergus was her father, who personally helped her pass on.

The older black man sighed, "He cremated his daughter and didn’t hold a funeral, quite his job and went back home to spend his days by his daughter’s tombstone till his last days."

Upon hearing these words, Brian nodded.

Everyone had their own story.

His current story was solving the case he had on hand.

Brian focused on the bright flashlight in front of him, fiddling with it a few times before pulling out a plastic bag from the car, under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, and signaling the battered and swollen faced robber, squatting nearby, to stand up.

The robber, afraid of receiving further beatings and not daring to argue, quickly got to his feet.

Brian looked at an older Black patrol officer and said, "I have a case in my hands. There are some things I need to verify. Let’s unlock his handcuffs first."

"Are you sure?"

"I’ll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

With that said, the older Black patrol officer didn’t waste any more words and deftly unlocked the handcuffs of the uneasy robber.

Brian waved the flashlight and told the robber, "Walk ahead."

Although the robber did not know what this "pretty boy" was up to, he obediently walked forward.

After a few steps,

Brian suddenly called out, "Hey."

The robber turned back in confusion.

The next moment,

A strong light struck!

Instinctively, the robber raised his hand to block it, but he felt pain in his right hand and screamed. Just as he opened his mouth, a figure had already appeared behind him, repeatedly striking the back of his head at the temples.

It only took three hits.

The robber’s eyes lost focus, dazed and unable to struggle with much strength.

Then, another plastic bag was placed over his head.

Having done all this,

Brian squatted in front of the collapsed robber, examining his condition.

...

Green: ...

The patrol officers: ...

Everything had happened too quickly.

If they hadn’t known Brian was an Autopsy Officer, they would have almost believed him to be a veteran of a serial killing spree, committing the crime right before their eyes!

Especially the previous White officer who felt somewhat relieved that this expressionless "pretty boy," when he made his move, clearly wasn’t someone easy-going.

"That...", the older Black patrol officer licked his lips, "this..."

He wanted to say that this was against regulations.

But he wasn’t very keen on offending this slightly famous Autopsy Officer over a robber.

The NW Operations Unit, after all, ranked higher than their LAPD Operations Unit.

Brian waved his blood-stained flashlight and said, "It’s fine. If this criminal wants to complain later, he can throw it all on me. By the way, this flashlight has excellent quality."

The Black officer could only follow Brian’s words, "Yes, after all, at times when we cannot use guns, the flashlight also serves as a weapon. We are trained for this."

While they chatted, the condition of the robber on the ground was not good.

"Huff, huff~"

As the dazed robber tried to breathe through his nose and mouth, each breath was obstructed by the plastic bag, causing his mouth to open wider and wider.

Driven by the instinct to survive,

Even though he was barely conscious, his hands still tried to tear at the plastic bag over his head.

But lack of oxygen plus dizziness made it hard for the robber to exert any strength with his hands. After several attempts, a strong man couldn’t even tear open a sturdy plastic bag.

Eventually, the constant tugging created an opening in the plastic bag, sparing him from being suffocated to death.

...

A few minutes later, the robber, having caught his breath and trembling, let Brian examine the injuries on his head and arms with the flashlight.

The nearly fatal encounter had instilled in him an immense fear of this seemingly gentle "pretty boy."

After a moment,

Brian nodded in satisfaction.

The shape of the wounds on the robber’s head matched about sixty to seventy percent with those on the heads of the previously murdered prostitutes!

The same was true for the arms.

That was enough!

He had found the crime method and identity of the murderer in the prostitute murder case!

"Are we done?" the robber asked, feeling the weakness in his body and the blood sliding down his cheeks onto his clothes, pleading, "Please, if I am guilty, let the court judge me, let me go, I am going to die if this continues."

"Would you complain about me?" Brian asked, his tone gentle, his smile bright.

"No, I fell by myself, I swear, I fell by myself!" the robber truly wanted to cry.

What kind of world was this!

This man didn’t treat people as humans, and the police nearby turned a blind eye.

Was there no justice!

Hell!

This was utterly dark!

"Very good," Brian nodded in satisfaction, "You may now face the legal judgment."

Although he didn’t care about complaints, not having any was best.

For the first time, before solving the case, Brian still hoped to keep his record clean.

...

Back in the car.

Brian said to Green, "Call the chief of the C5 unit."

"What should I say?"

"Make an arrest!"