The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1121: Follow the rules

Mexican food is not Jack's favorite cuisine. Although he eats spicy food occasionally, he prefers the spicy taste of peppercorns. And chili without oil always feels lacking soul.

Atlantic flounder can be bought in New York. It is the largest flounder among all flatfish. Although it is not as good as the flounder used to make fish heads in China, it is also quite good when steamed with chopped pepper.

But even if you are steaming chopped peppers, you still need to pour hot oil on them to stimulate the aroma.

Of course, the main problem is eating habits. Jack was from Jiangnan in his previous life, which is quite far from Shandong Province. In his habits, burritos are okay for breakfast, and they are also acceptable for emergency lunch when he is too busy.

But if you have to eat tacos or cornmeal for dinner, that would be a bit unreasonable.

Fortunately, Lopez took everyone to a steak restaurant. Except for the dessert sprinkled with chili powder which felt a bit weird, everything else was quite acceptable.

"You really don't need me to accompany you?" Although Lopez was aware of the fighting ability of Jack and Clay, he still felt a little worried when he saw that there were beautiful girls like Hannah and Jiejie among the people traveling with him.

"Don't worry, we are prepared."

Clay opened the trunk door and showed the equipment they brought, which stunned the former Mexican Marine lieutenant and he immediately changed his tone.

"The Hanging Gang is just a motorcycle gang. They don't even have many guns. Don't go too far."
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At the seaside, on the beach, with a few gasoline barrels with bonfires burning, a few beer barrels that are only one size smaller than the gasoline barrels, an ice maker, and a loud speaker tape recorder playing rap music, it makes for a lively party.

A muscular bald man with a beard and hair blending into one, a biker wearing a leather vest, a skinny drug addict and a scantily clad young lady, all having fun sitting around a campfire with cold beer in their hands.

The sudden arrival of three black GMC Yukons with California license plates obviously disturbed the mood of these party creatures. Before the vehicles could stop one by one, several people on Harley motorcycles surrounded the front and back of this small convoy.

Jack and Clay were the first to get out of the car, wearing bulletproof vests with the FBI logo printed on them. Both of them only wore sleeveless T-shirts underneath. Although there was a sea breeze at the seaside and it was night, the temperature was still around 20 degrees.

The air was filled with the unique unpleasant smell of big stuff. Jack sniffed in disgust, ignored the tattooed men who surrounded him, and walked straight to a bald strong man.

"Hector, right? FBI, I want to ask you something."

The bald muscular man had a big gold chain around his neck and wore a tight black T-shirt that showed off his pectoral muscles. At first glance, he looked like a young version of Vin Diesel, but when you got closer, you found that he was much uglier than the old man.

Hearing Jack introduce himself, the gang members around him cheered. Some put their hands on the bulge on their waist in a threatening manner, while others simply lifted up their shirts to reveal the pistols on their belts.

At this time, the wanted criminals team members in the GMC behind also got out of the car, each holding a Noveske N4 assault rifle. Alice, who rarely went out on field work to gain experience, had already put her finger on the safety button nervously.

"Calm down! Relax, don't get too excited." The bald man Hector raised his hand to stop his men from approaching and gave Jack a slightly sarcastic smile.

"I'm sorry, agent. Please forgive them. They are just a little too concerned for my safety."

Jack glanced at his mismatched men and didn't even see a shotgun. He already had an idea in his mind that Lopez's information about the Hangmen was quite accurate. It was just a small-scale street gang.

Although these gangs have powerful backgrounds and may be able to lead to a cartel (large drug trafficking group) by tracing their connections, they are the FBI, not the Mexican police.

So Jack made his attitude clear, "Maybe. Although I'd like to say we're not here to cause trouble, it depends on how well you cooperate."

"Haha." Hector's ugly face barely maintained a smile, "You are very brave, my friend."

"I have no interest in being friends with someone like you." Jack completely ignored the other person's instantly ugly expression, opened his phone and showed a photo of the deceased Lee Kern.

"Have you seen him? You or your people?"

Hector just glanced at him casually, and the mockery on his face became even stronger.

"This is not a kindergarten. Our girls are not interested in a kid whose hair hasn't even grown out yet. You've got the wrong person, Agent."

"No, I'm not looking for someone. He's dead. Tell me about your whereabouts in the past 24 hours."

While Jack and Hector were talking, Clay and Jie Jie opened their phones and took out a photo of Lee Kern, showing it in front of a group of Hangman Gang members while secretly observing their expressions.

"Oh, that's a pity." Hector spread his hands and pointed to his men around him, "We have been having parties here, and there are many witnesses here who can provide me with an alibi."

"Mind if we check this place out?"

Jack looked at the several tin houses behind the group of people. There were tools such as shovels placed at the door. If he wanted to find the sickle that was the murder weapon, or evidence such as biodiesel, it should be in there.

Hearing that the FBI was going to conduct another search, several burly gang members immediately surrounded them with fierce eyes, and even Hector narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Maybe, agent, I'm always hospitable." He cast his gaze towards the three beautiful girls in the team, greed and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

"In exchange, how about you let these bitches you brought with you have a drink with us? While we're drinking, you can check these places out as you please?"

Before he could finish his words, Jack grabbed Hector's neck, which was almost as thick as his bald head. The severe pain made him arch his body involuntarily, and he almost knelt on one knee on the beach.

A series of Spanish curse words rang out, and the Hanged Gang members who were already eyeing the surroundings were about to clamor forward, but Jack let go of Hector before anyone drew his gun and pushed him back several steps, where he was supported by two of his men.

What followed was the usual formalities. Although Jack and his team were from the FBI, this was Mexico, and they didn't even have a search warrant.

Although the Hangman Gang is a small street gang, it is still a local gang. If the boss Hector lets the FBI investigate, he will be very embarrassed and it will be difficult for him to lead the team in the future.

But seeing that the FBI was clearly not going to settle the matter peacefully with their guns and cannons, the best way was to use fists to settle the matter. Amid Hector's scolding, his men put away their pistols. Seeing this, the team members behind Jack and Clay also turned on the safety of their assault rifles and pointed the muzzles slightly downward. Both sides were very disciplined.

Following Hector's call, a muscular Latino man nearly two meters tall walked out of the crowd with a roar, and his clothes burst open. Well, to be more precise, he tore off his T-shirt easily as if he were tearing paper.

The sturdy man pounded his huge chest muscles provocatively at this side. Jack began to take off his bulletproof vest without saying a word, then took off his pistol, and finally took off his badge.

Seeing that this seemingly "thin" FBI agent actually accepted the challenge, the members of the Hangman Gang and even the scantily clad girls suddenly became excited.

A group of people consciously spread out and formed a large circle, and some even blew whistles to liven up the atmosphere.

Jubal and the wanted criminals team also occupied the part of the circle behind Jack to cover the enemy for him. Amid the cheers, the muscular man smiled grimly and shook his pectoral muscles provocatively.

Jack couldn't bear to watch this shocking scene. He walked casually into the circle, stood still and waved to the other party.

The muscular man exhaled two thick breaths from his nostrils like an angry bull, bent down slightly, and rushed towards Jack like a bull.

Don't be fooled by his fat and strong body that looks like a bull, he is actually extremely agile. He rushes forward in just a few steps, but his steps are a combination of real and fake, just like a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu master.

Jack never expected that he would actually run into a master who pretended to be a tiger and ate pigs. He had originally been thinking about having a fist-and-fist fight, but now he gave up the idea instantly and dodged to the side in embarrassment.

The Hanged Gang members who were watching the scene immediately burst into laughter, and many of them raised their middle fingers at Jack. However, the members of the Wanted Criminals Team remained expressionless, and Hannah even had a strange smile on her face.

As the fighting partner who practiced wrestling and jiu-jitsu with Jack the most, the girl naturally knew how much he hated to engage in ground-based combat with people of the same sex, but it just so happened that most of the moves in Brazilian jiu-jitsu were performed on the ground.

After keeping some distance, Jack took a defensive stance, taking small butterfly steps, stirring up a handful of fine sand from time to time.

The muscular man's eyes suddenly became alert. He snorted coldly, straightened his back, and pressed his hands in dissatisfaction at the guys on both sides who were making a fuss, signaling them to be quiet.

Jack's action is actually a rejection and warning. If the opponent still bends down and insists on trying to knock him down and engages in ground skills competition, don't blame him for picking up sand and using dirty tricks.

The muscular man seemed to know quite a few moves. He snorted coldly and took a side horse stance, with his left hand in front and his right hand defending his waist and abdomen, and then he made a karate standing palm.

Isn't this the right way? Jack laughed and stopped his butterfly steps, waiting for the other party to take the initiative to attack.

"Ha!" the muscular man exhaled and shouted, then he stepped on his heels and punched out straight.

This guy's arms look thicker than Jack's calves, but his muscles are very smooth, and his ears are the most common "dumpling ears" among boxers.

This proves that his physique was not bulked up by injections or medication, but was the result of real training. His tentative punch seemed to be to prove this point, and it was incredibly fast.

Unfortunately, the Jack he faced was a monster that was only one step away from being inhuman, although this "monster" currently had no intention of revealing his true nature and was usually keen on using hot weapons.

Faced with a martial arts master who was half a head taller than him, weighed nearly twice as much, and was still extremely agile, Jack had no intention of ending the fight quickly.

He was a little full after eating steak today, and it was a rare opportunity for him to fight someone in public, so he just slightly turned sideways to avoid the opponent's fist and stretched out his right hand to hit the muscular man's wrist.

The direction of the fist was easily deflected, and the muscular man was slightly stunned, but the muscle memory formed over the years did not show this hesitation. He quickly retracted his fist while lifting his right foot.

After a feint of a mid-leg kick, the muscular man's right leg suddenly changed line, and the hip joint internally rotated, making the calf almost upright, and chopped down from diagonally above.

This is the Brazilian kick in karate known as the "Crescent Moon Scimitar", similar to the changing line kick in Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do. It is both sinister and fierce, making it hard to defend against.

Jack leaned back and narrowly avoided the kick. For the second time, he distanced himself from the muscular man and looked at him seriously with some surprise.

He's obviously a muscular guy, why does he like to play tricks so much?
The muscular man was even more surprised than Jack. His plans failed twice in a row, which gave him a bad feeling. The guy in front of him, who looked more like a pretty boy who was good at picking up girls in bars, didn't seem so easy to deal with.

The crowd around started to make noise again, and finally some knowledgeable guys saw something, but most people were still making noise, booing and laughing at Jack.

"Kill him, Blood Axe, what are you waiting for!" Hector's face was gloomy, and one hand kept rubbing his neck.

A girl who was already wearing scantily clad clothes directly pulled up her little cutie and swung her towards the center of the field, "Kill this pretty boy, and I'll be yours tonight!"

The muscular man called "Blood Axe" by Hector once again blew out two streams of air from his big nostrils facing the sky, pulled out his boxing stance, and danced the butterfly step like Jack just did.

"I know a lot." Jack shook his head and sighed, and also took up his boxing stance. This time, he took the initiative to attack, kicking the opponent's lower abdomen with his right leg.

"Blood Axe" put down his left hand to block, only to feel a sharp pain in his arm. Before he could react, he felt a strange sound in the wind.

He instinctively ducked his head and dodged, but Jack turned and kicked him in the right shoulder.

Feeling a burning sensation on his shoulder, "Blood Axe" lost his balance and took three steps back. However, Jack was relentless this time. He rushed forward and followed up at almost the same speed, hitting him hard in the center of his abdomen with his elbow.

This was exactly the lower edge of the human stomach. After being hit hard, the "Blood Axe" took a few steps back again, and a mouthful of sour water spurted out far away. The beer he had drunk before mixed with other stomach contents formed an artificial fountain with a touching smell in front of him and Jack.

Jack dodged this "special attack" sideways, pointed at Hector who had a grim look on his face, and hooked his finger slightly, "Why don't you all come together? I've changed my mind and don't want to waste any more time."

(End of this chapter)