Chapter 318: Ambush, and Singing With the Beauty

Chapter 318 Ambush, and Singing With the Beauty

The tattoos on the necks and arms of the two men in the Toyota suggested that they probably weren’t good guys.

Tattoos weren’t rare. People of any age and gender could get a tattoo if they wanted.

There were plenty of people who got tattoos on their arms or backs.

But the tattoos on these two men were different.

Nobody in Los Angeles would dare get a tattoo like this, and even if they wanted to, regular tattoo parlors wouldn’t do it so casually, since this design had a special meaning.

It was a tattoo of a church steeple; the number drawn on the cross indicated seniority, and the subtle differences in the crown on the cross represented the role each individual played in the group. The black drops of blood that fell from the crown represented the number of people they had killed.

Of course, some reckless young men really had gotten this tattoo design, but these idiots usually didn’t live to see the end of the week.

If someone with this tattoo walked down a particular block, a car might suddenly stop next to them, and someone would ask, “Where are you from?”

It seemed like a common question, but the person who was asked might be fired upon like crazy.

That was because the tattoo suggested that the person held a high position and had killed many people, and since he had accidentally trespassed on enemy territory, they would definitely kill him in the most ruthless way to defend their turf.

The two people lying in wait here could be considered pretty cautious.

They were wearing long-sleeved shirts and had even buttoned their cuffs and collars. Only the edges of their tattoos could just be seen on their necks and wrists.

Unfortunately for them, the mini-program which Luke had created very quickly compared that small bit of the tattoo with the criminal database, and found an 80% match with the tattoo of a certain gang. Also, why were they hanging around one block away from the DEA building?

This might be a free country, but the truth was that people who weren’t supposed to appear in a certain area would barely appear there.

Even if they did, they would usually only be passing by; if they hung around for too long, something had to be wrong.

In a relatively safe area, anybody wandering around dressed like a vagrant would be stopped and questioned by a patrolling officer, even if they hadn’t broken any sort of law.

Taxpayers and the poor were completely different species.

The safety of the taxpayers had to be ensured, and uncertain factors should be discreetly removed from good places, like depicted in the movie First Blood.

Of course, Luke didn’t really go up to the two gangsters to question them. He simply leaned in to look at the surveillance image with Selina.

“Run them through the database. Start with the Latino gangs,” instructed Luke.

Selina nodded and started working.

Less than five minutes later, she chuckled and said, “Sure enough, these two guys aren’t clean.”

There were mugshots of the two guys in the Toyota.

Luke now had the support of all the bosses in the police department, and had found a way to copy certain files in the police department.

Of course, it was definitely against the rules, and he hadn’t really gotten permission.

He had set up a mini database inside his car that primarily had information on local suspicious figures, most of whom were gang members.

On the tablet, two names were displayed: Domingo Torres and Paladia Mendoza.

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They were hardcore members of a particular gang, who were involved in multiple cases of severe bodily harm. They were currently on parole, but hadn’t contacted their parole officer in months.

In other words, there would be no problem if Luke and Selina arrested them immediately.

But of course, Luke wouldn’t waste such an opportunity; right now, they could only be charged with breaking parole at most, and would only be in jail for another couple of years.

He would wait for them to take action and then catch them in the act, which would be a felony.

Even if their attempt wasn’t successful, most lawyers would be reluctant to defend them because they didn’t want to end up on the police officers’ blacklist.

A large part of how much power a lawyer had depended on how close they were to the local police and court. Furthermore, the district attorney who was in charge of prosecution would usually have gone through the police system.

Being blacklisted by the police meant being shut down by the district attorney, which wasn’t good for a lawyer’s business in the long run.

Luke said something to Selina, who then dialed Palmer’s number. “Palmer, it’s me, Selina. Are you getting off work soon? We want to talk to you about something. Why don’t we have dinner together? I hope we aren’t disturbing you? Okay. We’ll wait for you at the parking lot exit.”

Hanging up the phone, Selina made an okay gesture. “Done. She’ll be out in twenty minutes.”

Luke nodded with a smile and said, “The car is yours. Let me know if anything happens.” As he spoke, he took out his wireless earphones and got out.

Selina moved to the driver’s seat. Looking at the surveillance feed, she drove the car to the DEA’s parking lot exit.

After he got out, Luke strolled leisurely toward the DEA’s office building.

He surveyed his surroundings as he walked, looking like an eager young man with too much energy and time on his hands.

A young woman in tight sportswear, a white towel around her neck, and a pedometer on her wrist, ran past him.

Luke whistled as he looked at her.

She didn’t hear him at all since she had earphones on, and she continued jogging. Luke chuckled and ran behind her as well.

He stayed five meters away from her, his eyes landing on the girl’s exercise pants every now and then.

Well, those are definitely tight buns, he murmured to himself.

He followed her down the road, before finally stopping at a street corner.

Seeing that outstanding figure gradually disappear into the distance, he took out two coins with a regretful expression, and bought a Dr. Pepper from a vending machine. Sitting down on some steps, he opened the can and drank from it.

Burping comfortably, he began to whistle Baby Got Back.

“I like big butts and I cannot lie,

“You other brothers can’t deny,

“That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist,

“And a round thing in your face…”

At that moment, another girl ran past him.

She was a curvy Latino girl in a halter neck sports top and shorts, and with a fiery personality. “What a rogue!”

Luke didn’t know what to say.

The girl even looked back at him and chuckled.

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