pertwk Chapter 102 You're the one framing me
Chapter 102 You're the one framing me
Chapter 102 You're the one framing me
"Hey, don't cause trouble."
Two groups of people emerged from the crowd. One group was white, and the other was Asian. Li Yisen could immediately recognize the Asian voice but couldn't tell which country it belonged to. He was quite handsome.
A man of Asian descent, around 30 years old, approached Lee Esen and opened his arms.
"Hey bro, you're just here to have fun, there's no need to resort to guns over nothing."
"I didn't want to use a gun either, but his friends didn't think so."
The man raised his hand to stop the restless group.
"Our Yamamoto Association is involved in this competition, so don't cause trouble."
Several young men actually stopped when they heard this; they didn't want to offend the gang.
Lee Ethan was rather curious about the so-called Yamamoto-kai. There are about 7 Japanese people in Los Angeles, so it's not surprising that there are gangs, but there isn't a single well-known one.
The neon-speaking man stepped forward and patted Ethan Lee on the shoulder.
"Take my advice and don't cause trouble. I'm easy to talk to, but Alexander isn't."
Lee Ethan looked at the white man called Alexander, and knew without a doubt that he was a member of a gang in Los Angeles County. The man even made a throat-slitting gesture.
"If you dare cause any more trouble, watch your throat, or I'll squeeze your girl dry."
Li Yisen laughed. He was still thinking about which target to frame, and this guy just jumped out on his own.
The Japanese man smoothed things over.
"My name is Kim Sung-kang. Let's have a drink together sometime. By the way, your girlfriend has really big breasts."
"My name is James Gray, and there will be opportunities in the future."
Lee Ethan's smile grew even brighter, like a sunny young man. Although he couldn't arrest many people today, he remembered this Korean man.
Lee Ethan put his arm around Evelyn's slender waist and sat down in a corner. While pretending to be affectionate, he observed the people around him and analyzed the possibility of a fight.
It has to be said that there are a lot of luxury cars and modified cars this time, including Audi, BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Volkswagen, Ford, Chevrolet, Ferrari and Porsche.
Besides the cars, there were also many beautiful women, each with a hot figure.
Those who can get involved are either members of underground forces, car enthusiasts, or thrill-seeking lunatics. The rest are either rich kids or children of officials; in short, very few come from ordinary families.
Lee Ethan beckoned to a guy selling leaves.
"Hey, I'll give you $100. Tell me who those two groups are."
The black man became more enthusiastic after accepting the money; after all, he had to hand over the money for selling the leaves, but this intelligence fee was his own.
"The Yamamoto-kai is a gang that specializes in smuggling drugs, weapons, and all kinds of goods to Japan. Their base is in Santa Monica, and I heard they have several hundred members."
"Alexander Zimmerman, a member of the Los Angeles City Italian Redheads gang."
Lee Ethan handed the money to the black man and sent him away. He was surprised that a Korean had joined a Japanese gang. He then exchanged a glance with Evelyn and took out his walkie-talkie to shout.
"action."
Three police cars drove toward the racetrack, but the crowd remained calm. There were hundreds of them; what could a few police officers do to them?
"Haha, you stinking cops, what are you doing here?"
"Just a few people?"
"Haha, we could drown you all with just one pee from each of us."
The three policemen were surrounded by the crowd and were sweating profusely. To put it bluntly, each of them could have smashed their car with a single rock, but they had no choice but to come because their superiors ordered them to. However, they dared not get out of the car.
"Hahaha, get out of the car, you stinking cop."
"If you don't have the guts, then get lost."
Just then, the sound of propellers came from high above. Some people looked up and saw a bright light shining on the police car. They then followed the police car to the vicinity of Lee Ethan and found the silhouette of a huge shadow looming over some people. The pilot was a pilot from the nearby airport.
"There are helicopters."
At this moment, many people wavered, and some even ran back to their cars. They would scatter and flee at the first sign of trouble, as they couldn't be caught in the desert.
As the organizer, Alexander stood up and shouted.
"Don't worry, they can't do anything to us. So what if they have helicopters?"
A sudden commotion interrupted Alexander's speech. An armored vehicle appeared in everyone's sight, and the imposing presence of the steel behemoth caused one car after another to begin to leave.
With helicopters and armored vehicles involved, it's quite a spectacle for some high school and college students, and even gangsters would be worried.
Alexander shouted in a fit of rage.
"Everyone, leave for now. Come back in two hours. The cops don't have time to waste with me. I..."
Before Alexander could finish speaking again, a pistol was pointed at him.
"Alexander Zimmerman, you are suspected of dangerous driving, unlawful assembly, and disturbing public order."
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Everyone present was dumbfounded. How could someone suddenly jump out like that? Just as several Redheads were about to draw their guns, Evelyn had already pulled a pistol from her inner thigh holster and pointed it at them.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot."
What terrified everyone the most was that the armored vehicle didn't stop and drove right up to them. Even without a cannon, it still made them afraid to move.
As a large number of vehicles quickly left, the police faced less pressure as the crowd of onlookers dwindled.
Alexander Zimmerman took a deep breath and shouted.
"What evidence do you have to prove that I am the organizer and that I am innocent? The talk of dangerous driving is utter nonsense; the race hasn't even started yet."
Lee Ethan signaled to his men to film him with body cameras, then searched Alexander and found a bag of cocaine in his pocket, weighing more than 50 grams, which is a serious crime.
"Mr. Zimmerman, look what this is?"
Alexander's eyes widened; he knew he didn't have any drugs with him.
"I didn't have any drugs. You framed me. It was you."
"I'm framing you in front of the body camera? That's ridiculous. Jack, get him in the car."
"Um."
A policeman put the handcuffed Alexander into the car, and Ethan looked at Evelyn.
"You drive Edward and the others to chase after the Korean man. If he hasn't left, bring him back."
Evelyn's smile was dangerous.
"I'd like to hear that guy beg for mercy."
Soon the police cars on the ground all left, and the scene that had just gathered nearly a thousand people was now reduced to just a dozen or so cars watching the excitement. It was estimated that not many people would be so foolish as to start any more racing.
The helicopter flew back, and Li Yisen got into the car to leave. The reason he didn't call for support from other cities was that he didn't want to escalate the situation. What would be the point of arresting more people? Illegal assembly isn't a serious crime.
As for why he wasn't afraid of a firefight, it was because a figure was lying prone on a small hill a few hundred meters away, with an M2 heavy machine gun in his hand and a sniper rifle next to him.
He arranged for illusions to be ready to provide fire support at any time, so that he wouldn't be unable to accept a real firefight.
Suddenly, a hallucination appeared in his mind, in which he saw a bullet pierce through his head. Neither skin nor skull could protect his brain; it was a large-caliber bullet.
"Damn it."
Li Yisen hurriedly bent down and stepped on the gas.
"Bang"
A bullet shattered the car window. It was a car over a hundred meters away, and inside was a person holding a rifle.
Li Yisen said unhappily.
"My turn, you bastards."
The next second, the other car door opened, and near the door was an M134 "Mini Gun" Gatling gun, held by a hot woman.
"Goodbye handsome guy, 70 in hand."
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang"
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang"
Two different gunshots rang out, and a row of single holes appeared on the side of Lee Ethan's Ford, stopping abruptly from the rear of the car to near the driver's seat.
The car that had just fired was also bombarded by a barrage of heavy machine gun fire. First, the hot woman was shot to pieces, and then, as the gun moved, the bullets also tore the driver's seat and the passenger seat to pieces. Even ordinary bulletproof glass could not stop them.
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