"real?"

When Charlotte said this, Lena widened her eyes and seemed to have heard some big news.

"If you don't believe it, you can confirm it with Sheriff Richard of the General Administration in person."

The salary of the SWAT in Boston is the same as the detective, but the SWAT is harder to get in than the detective.

There are so many branches in Boston that have serious crime teams, but only the General Office has SWAT special police.

In addition, muscles that can become special police must have, but their minds are not simple. Which special operations, does not require IQ to rescue hostages?

The reason why Charlotte doesn't go to SWAT is because there are too many restrictions on this job. Compared with this, the detectives from the Crime Team are more free and flexible.

"It seems they were wrong this time. This is your locker key!"

After handing the key to Charlotte, Lena ended the conversation. The man's flesh (harmonious) body in front of her was undoubtedly beautiful, and she looked very powerful, but she already had a boyfriend.

Charlotte didn't know Lena's thoughts. He only knew that the three agents from the Crime Team had not returned until the time to get off work.

It seems that only tomorrow I will see these colleagues. After talking to James, I clocked in and got off work, Charlotte drove home directly.

Parking his car in the parking lot in front of the apartment building, Charlotte returned home and made a pretty sumptuous dinner for himself. He couldn't afford to eat his wallet outside every day.

Charlotte spent a lot of money on equipment this time. The stolen money seized from drug dealers last time was not enough, and he had no money left.

I wonder if I can generate income tonight?

The work of the Crime Team has not yet begun. Charlotte can only rely on part-time jobs to earn experience and attribute points at night, but this time his target is no longer those street drug dealers.

How can you not make a big ticket with equipment? Otherwise, I would be sorry for the US dollars spent?

After dinner, Charlotte washed up and went to bed. The alarm clock woke him up on time at twelve in the morning.

According to the plan, he would take three hours to start and end this planned action, so that he could make up for another three hours when he got home.

When I got off work today, Charlotte went to the patrol team to consult some news about the D2 Gang.

The last time the three street gangsters came from this gang. The searchlight on the court gave Charlotte a good view, allowing him to see clearly that the three of them had the words "D2" tattooed behind their ears.

Black gangs like this, and they tattoo the gang name on themselves, but this also pointed out the direction for Charlotte.

In the past, Charlotte, as a Mounted Policeman, did not know the distribution of Boston gangs.

Although the anti-black group is more professional in this regard, he has no acquaintances in the anti-black group, and even if he has an acquaintance, he would be too deliberate in asking questions.

So it is easier to get a patrolman in comparison. Charlotte did this and successfully obtained information about the D2 Gang.

Open the closet and took out the entire set of interceptor body armor, put it in the backpack with the flying claws. Charlotte pulled out the gun on his waist and replaced it with the grinding Glock 17.

Another M9 was stuffed into the backpack and added a layer as a spare gun. After packing it up, Charlotte turned off the lights and went out, but when he walked to the fourth floor.

"Cruff~~"

The door to an apartment on the fourth floor suddenly opened, and a black uncle in a plaid shirt walked out, and he saw that he had a book in his hand.

"What a coincidence, if you have something to do, go out?"

This black uncle is no one else. He is McCall, who recognized the body armor contained in Charlotte Express in the morning.

"Well, right, there's something wrong!"

Seeing the uncle greeting, Charlotte also responded, but he didn't know how to describe his current mood.

It's so bloody. He went out to do good things, but why are you a black man going out to do this? Do you think you have a racial advantage at night and aren't afraid of being shot?

McCall was also uneasy, and insomnia had been bothering him. He was used to going out at midnight, bringing a book and a tea bag in the 24-hour restaurant until dawn, but Charlotte's appearance broke the peace.

His eyes swept over the backpack on Charlotte's side and the pistol covered by the backpack.

What did a policeman go out so late? Could it be that there was an emergency in the police station that he needed to go there?

Patrol police are in shifts, but sometimes detectives are called out to work after work during the day and encounter cases at night.

Is this Sherlock a detective?

McCall thought of so much in an instant, but why did he think so much? It turns out that he had an occupational disease again.

The two went downstairs together and walked in two different directions outside the apartment building.

The two just met a neighbor in the corridor, and there was no other relationship.

However, if McCall followed Charlotte to the parking lot, he would definitely find some strange things, such as a Fox license plate in the corner.

After starting the engine, Charlotte drove the car out for less than a long time and pressed twice on an unmonitored section of the road.

“Buzz~~”

Both the front and rear license plates are flipped, revealing the license plate on the back.

The numbers above are a bit strange, but if you enter the police system, you can find that this is the license plate of a similar Focus in this city, but the owner is a housewife.

That's right, this is the automatic license plate converter, which Charlotte personally modified.

Such behavior is not only illegal at home, but also in the United States. The punishment is very serious, but the victory lies in safety.

As a standard science and engineering man, Charlotte will never leave any beginning and end that may expose his identity.

This converter was installed by himself a few days ago, and his technology is first-class.

As far as Charlotte knows, no one in the South Territory Branch can find that the license plate is passive, unless the omnipotent agents in the movie can find some clues.

After changing the car license plate, Charlotte took a few more circles before driving to the destination of this trip.

It was the last time that black community, the D2 Gang's nest was in a residential building two blocks on the east side of the court.

At first glance, you can see that the first floor of this building is not a shop, but a row of garages.

In addition to drug trafficking, D2 Gang also set up an underground casino.

No one knows what the roller shutter door is doing when he pulls it, let alone a few younger brothers who are guarding the door outside.

I parked the car in an alley dozens of meters away. From the telescope, I could see that these little brothers were 165 or 16 years old, and they were wearing pistols on their waists.

This is also the reason why those patrol officers are unwilling to patrol this area.

No matter how you deal with it, it will be troublesome, so it’s better to take a detour directly.

It's just past twelve:30, and it's the best time for casino business.

The roller shutter door was pulled up and down, and the gamblers who were unwilling to be lonely at night bent down and crawled into the garage, preparing to gamble for two games to try their luck.

The pumping of drug and gambling funds is concentrated here, and today, while cracking down on gang forces, it seems that you can also get a good profit.

After driving around the neighborhood, Charlotte pulled over and unzipped the backpack.
Chapter completed!