US police: outlaws

Chapter 64: Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake

Unlike traditional gangs, the America biker gang is a special type of criminal organization. Most of them operate on the national highway network and borders, often committing interstate crimes such as drug trafficking, extortion, and kidnapping. Texas and California are particularly affected areas.

The Furious Dragons are a California branch of the Black Fortress, which claims to have 70 branches in 20 states and is one of America's most prominent biker gangs.

The typical hideout for biker gangs is a club, and their members wear leather jackets and badges that identify them as gang members.

The Furious Dragons are a group of California rednecks, and their leader, Kyle Ross, is 60 years old.

Inside the club, more than twenty members of the biker gang were either playing pool or drinking, while Kyle Ross was groping a beautiful woman in her thirties.

Suddenly the phone rang, and Kyle Ross picked up his slider phone to answer it.

"That half-breed kid is finally settled in. Oh, living in old Cage's old house. That's great news. I'll teach that bastard a lesson for offending our Fury Dragon."

"Don't let your guard down; after all, Ethan Lee has a lot of lives on his hands."

"Haha, you old cop are really cautious. But don't worry, once we get to Eastern California, a mere dead cop won't cause any trouble."

"It's good that you're confident."

"The call ended," Kyle Ross yelled.

"Brothers, let's go teach those bastards who dared to offend the Angry Dragon a lesson."

The entire club erupted in cheers, with over twenty motorcycles kicking up thick dust. Even the 8-degree autumn night temperature couldn't stop their shouting.

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In the dilapidated house, Lee Ethan was controlling a drone to travel to Clermont for reconnaissance; his next days would be dedicated to investigating Eric Frederick.

Suddenly, a burst of intense engine noise began, forcing him to spend some time setting the drone to automatic return. In those few dozen seconds, a rock suddenly smashed through the house's windows and doors.

It wasn't just stones; torches were also thrown around the house, instantly igniting some dry weeds.

The sound of motorcycles came and went quickly. They hoped to watch the enemy go from fear to despair, or even flee. At that time, they would be like a pack of wolves hunting, toying with and killing their stray prey.

When Lee Ethan came out with his pistol, there were no vehicles around, only some houses that had been set on fire.

Lee Yisen frowned as he looked at the windows and doors that were mostly smashed. Was this their revenge?

Regardless of his thoughts, he still had to use a fire extinguisher to put out the flames and call 911 at the same time.

The other three officers from the police station arrived quickly. Edward, still frowning and silent, remained silent, while the young officer, Brandon Clark, was shouting.

"Oh my god, those guys really got their revenge."

Mason Miles looked at all of this and offered words of comfort.

"Ethan, I'm sorry to say this, but calling the police won't find them. There's no surveillance footage, no evidence. Different biker gangs often roam the desert, from nearby Little Rock, Palm Valley, Lake Los Angeles, to further afield, Lancaster, Hispia, and so on."

The authorities don't want to waste police resources searching for a needle in a haystack. If someone died, the state troopers might take action, but breaking windows alone is unlikely to leave them undetected.

Lee Yisen remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"I understand, everyone go back to sleep."

"Be careful."

After the two policemen left, Brandon, unable to bear it any longer, asked...

"Ethan, why don't you come stay at my place for the night? Those biker gangs might come back."

Lee Yisen was a little surprised; he hadn't expected the other party to lend a helping hand.

"No need, thank you."

"Be careful."

The biker gang didn't return that night, and Lee Esen quickly retrieved the drone.

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The next morning, the town, which originally had more than 600 people, gradually came back to life, and the Westerners pointed and talked about the houses that had been smashed.

"Have you heard? The new cop offended a biker gang as soon as he took office. His house was vandalized last night. Old Cage will definitely make him pay for it."

A 60-year-old man said dismissively.

"As expected, Asians are just inferior. If it were me, I would have already taken a gun and fought those damn street thugs."

"Keep bragging."

A 40-year-old woman expressed her concern.

"Can police like these protect us?"

"Relying on the police for protection is not as good as relying on our own weapons. We have our own self-defense organization. If those trash dare to come near, I'll make them eat bullets."

"Too."

Just then, Lee Ethan opened the door and came out. His hearing, which was close to the limits of human ability, naturally heard the townspeople's gossip. He didn't bother to explain; only blood could wash away the shame.

As the police car kicked up dust, a car slowly emerged from the corner, and two men with indifferent eyes watched silently.

"It's him."

"Let's get everything ready tonight first, then we'll take action."

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A police car was driving through the town, carrying Ethan Lee and Mason Myers.

"Thirty years ago, before the gold mine was exhausted, this small town had a population of over ten thousand. Now that the gold has been mined out, most of the people have left, since they no longer have the means to make a living."

"It's already quite remarkable to have found gold from 30 years ago; most of California's gold mines are long gone."

Mason Miles nodded.

"Too."

加州的金矿潮是19世纪到20世纪初，20世纪20年代已经从全美第一跌倒第二，1986年仅42.5万盎司黄金，如今更是只有全美的百分之1产量。

Next, Mason Miles showed Ethan the way and introduced him to people, including the cafeteria, the general store, and other places he needed to get to know.

On the outskirts of town, Mason Miles introduces Ethan to the town's only two hunters.

"Moss Cohen, the town's hunter, is a retired veteran; Ethan Lee, the new police officer."

"Hello there."

The man in his forties simply greeted them and then drove off to hunt.

Mason Miles laughed.

"This guy was a good soldier. He always thought we police officers were no match for him in the desert. He never called the police when he encountered problems, because the desert values ​​one's own strength more, you know."

"clear."

"Come on, I'll take you to meet some farmers and the places where young people from our town work."

The police car drove to another settlement in the town, about 3 kilometers away, where about 300 people lived, along with some empty luxury villas and, most importantly, a golf course with a large expanse of lush lawns.

"The Lyman Resort is one of only four golf courses in the entire California desert, and we have one here, as well as a swimming pool. This place brings a lot of income and job opportunities to our town. In the future, when you report a crime here, you should come here as soon as possible. Minor crimes can be turned a blind eye."

Lee Ethan simply nodded and remained silent.

Next, we visited the farm owner, who was an old man and there wasn't much to say. Then a young and beautiful girl rode by on horseback. She looked dashing in her riding clothes and had a pure and sweet appearance.

"This is the Rambo family's daughter, Yvette Al. Her adoptive father is Sylvester Rambo, a Vietnam War veteran, and a very good man."