The Wolf of Los Angeles.

The patrol car started up at full speed and turned the corner, but the black man was nowhere to be seen.

Williams, who had grabbed the driving seat, could not help but slap the steering wheel hard. The horn sounded suddenly, scaring the vehicle in front to pull over quickly to avoid an American-style stop by the other party.

The patrol car drove straight past.

Williams couldn't help but curse, "Damn you, Brother Ni, next time I meet him, I will empty the magazine!"

When Eddie was transferred to work with Williams, he knew about his past and advised him, "There's no need to be like this. He's just a mud brother. Don't take it seriously. Mud brothers are just assholes who spew shit."

Williams' trouser legs were still wet, a constant reminder of what that mud brother had done.

If it was a white person, it would be fine after an apology, but it happened to be a mud guy.

"Didn't you hear it?" Williams' voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "That guy called us trash!"

Eddie didn't say anything else and could only hope that brother Ni would never appear in front of Williams again, otherwise he would be in big trouble.

It's too easy for a SFPD to check on black people and frame them at the same time.

Unable to find the missing Blackie, Williams could only continue patrolling angrily.

A very ordinary Volkswagen sedan passed by.

Larrea steadied the car, glanced in the rearview mirror, and said, "The target is very angry."

"Very good." Yero took out his cell phone and dialed 911. When the call was connected, he used the Texas accent he had practiced for the past few days to say, "I was on 11th Street in Atherton and found a black man stealing a car. The car was an old black Ford Explorer with a license plate number of... Can you describe the appearance of the car thief? Okay, the car thief was a black man. Sorry, he may not be a man. He has a bald head and a beard, but he has a pair of big bald heads and wears tight pink women's clothes. This man is so special that you can recognize him when you see him."

Larrea thought that this outfit was so recognizable that the SFPD would definitely not mistake him.

Hierro hung up the phone, took out the SIM card and cut it into pieces.

When the Volkswagen stopped, he threw some of the pieces down the drain and the rest into a trash can.

As for the cell phone, smash it when you get back.

At this time, the sound of sirens came from behind, and the SFPD patrol car drove past on the road.

Hierro got back into the car, followed, took out the camera he had prepared in advance, and quickly turned it on and adjusted the lens.

When Williams turned onto 11th Street in his patrol car, another car followed from the other side.

And where the black Ford Explorer was parked, Juan had been waiting for a long time.

In a 24-hour convenience store on the roadside, Philip heard the sirens and walked out of the store holding a paper bag full of expiring bread and food.

He twisted his hips and came to the black Ford SUV, opened the passenger door, and placed the paper bag on the seat.

The sound of the sirens behind the car was getting closer and closer. Philip stood on the curb to make himself more conspicuous, then turned his head to look in the direction where the sirens came from.

There weren't many people on the road, and the old black man with a male head and a female body was extremely conspicuous.

From a distance, Williams in the patrol car saw the black Ford SUV and the man in black leather and a pink tight dress standing next to the SUV.

Eddie also noticed it. When he saw that look, the white police officer with traditional ideas couldn't help but tremble: "Not only is he a mud brother, he's also a freak."

Williams parked his car on the side of the road, opened the door, and before getting out of the car, he said, "My recorder is out of battery, and your recorder is malfunctioning."

Eddie's hand that was about to turn on the shoulder recorder retracted and reminded: "Don't go too far."

It has not been long since SFPD was fully equipped with law enforcement recorders. Although it is required to turn them on during enforcement, and this is also for the purpose of protecting the police officers themselves, it has not yet become a mandatory regulation.

Williams looked carefully at the old black man. Under the tight pink dress, he had big breasts, a perky butt and long legs. Then he looked at his black face and saw a beard under his bald head.

"vomit--"

Williams almost spit out the coffee he had just drunk.

Lao Hei was disgusting enough in his eyes, and Lao Hei in this look was a hundred times more disgusting.

More than just disgusting, Williams was furious.

These black and rotten garbage should all be humanely destroyed!

Williams walked quickly towards the black Ford SUV. His wet trouser legs reminded him that Old Black had just contaminated him.

Eddie followed from the other side.

Williams put one hand on the holster and pointed at Blackie with the other hand and shouted, "SFPD, I'm doing a routine check on you. Let me see your hand!"

Philip turned around, spread his hands and said, "Officer, I just came to buy something, I didn't do anything illegal."

Williams didn't listen at all and shouted, "Get down on your knees and put your hands on your head. Now! Get down on your knees and put your hands on your head!"

Philip knew exactly what his mission was. He put his hands on his head but did not kneel down. He kept explaining: "I did not do anything illegal, I did not carry any weapons, I am a good person."

He knew very well that if he did not do as the white policeman said, his magazine might be emptied.

But Philip is still goading this white trash.

His sister and mother lived in Hong Kong, so he had no worries.

And there was one thing Philip told no one.

Because of the long-term empty exchange of money, and the fact that this group is far more chaotic than ordinary people, he has been infected with AIDS.

For the poor, this is a terminal illness.

At this time, Eddie came from behind and touched the back of the car: "We received a report that you were stealing vehicles."

"This is my car." Philip wanted to explain.

Williams walked over quickly, kicked him near the knee, and yelled, "Kneel down, freak!"

Philip tried to struggle, but Williams took out a baton and hit him on the shoulder.

Lao Hei fell to the ground and struggled to get up.

Williams raised his knee and hit him on the back, and then he pressed on Philip and said, "Lie down on the ground and don't move, you pervert, you androgynous monster! It makes people want to vomit when they see you!"

Eddie took the opportunity to come over, twisted Philip's hands behind his back and handcuffed him.

Philip was still struggling: "I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything illegal, this is my newly bought second-hand car, you can't do this to me..."

"Shut up, you androgynous monster! You disgusting freak, shut your stinky mouth!" Williams listened to Old Black's screaming and felt his constant struggle. He got more and more angry. He pressed Old Black's head with both hands and moved his knees upwards, pressing down on the back of Old Black's neck.

Lao Hei was speechless for a moment, and the world was silent.

Williams put one knee on the back of Philip's neck and one hand on his forehead, completely controlling him, and said to Eddie: "Go check the car that this freak stole."

Eddie turned to inspect the vehicle.

Williams continued to increase the strength of his hands and knees, trying to vent his anger.

Philip was still struggling, screaming with all his might: "I can't breathe! I can't breathe! I can't breathe!"

But in Williams' eyes, the blacks were a bunch of cunning black trash and he didn't take these words seriously at all.

Philip desperately turned his head, exposing his face and chest, which were pressed into two pieces, to the camera hidden under the trash can, and roared again: "I can't breathe! I can't breathe!"

In the scenarios of both parties, Juan outlined five scenarios, the first of which was a shooting, and the second was currently happening.

The struggle angered Williams, a white supremacist in the SFPD, who not only continued to use his knee, but also raised his fist and hit Philip hard on the back of the head.

The law enforcement camera was not turned on, and Williams had no scruples: "Freak! Trash! Pervert! Mud brother! Shemale..."

Phillip’s face was completely pressed to the ground and rubbed, and his voice became intermittent: “I can’t breathe, I can’t…”

Williams's iron knee pressed lower and lower.

There was no one around, so he acted recklessly.

But Philip had had enough of life and said in a voice that only Williams could hear: "White trash!"

"Damn pervert! You deserve to die!" These words completely infuriated Williams, and the weight of his entire body was pressed on the back of Philip's neck.

Eddie heard the noise outside, got out of the car, grabbed Williams' arm and said, "Get up quickly."

But Williams didn't budge.

Not to mention this era, even a dozen years later, at the end of the year when camera phones are everywhere, there are still white policemen who dare to do similar things in public.

In the eyes of these white trash, the lives of people of color are not lives at all.

Similarly, in the eyes of Hawke, who has made clear his goal and wants to completely split American society, the lives of white trash and black trash are nothing.

Eddie used both hands to finally pull Williams up from the ground.

Philip was lying on the ground, his body twitching.

Eddie felt that the situation was not good, and hurried to look at the androgynous old black man on the ground.

Lao Hei's body was like going crazy, twitching constantly and he was almost unable to breathe.

Eddie suddenly felt panicky. If this old black man really died, it would be very troublesome.

He yelled at Williams: "This guy is not breathing!" Williams didn't care whether Lao Hei lived or died: "It's okay, this freak is just pretending to be dead."

Eddie quickly turned the man over and performed CPR, while shouting to Williams, "Call for support! Call for support!"

The indifferent Williams slowly took out a cigarette, lit it and started smoking.

Eddie looked at him coldly, said nothing more, and stopped performing CPR on Old Black. He stood up and went back to the patrol car, took out the car's intercom, and called for emergency assistance.

He had a feeling that the old black man was going to die.

Williams felt a sense of relief as if he had finally gotten rid of his anger.

But Eddie was clear-headed and knew that this matter might cause trouble.

No contraband was found in Lao Hei's car, and the vehicle registration certificate and driver's license were found, and the people on them were all this freak Lao Hei.

"What should I do?" This thought came to Eddie's mind.

Although for a patrolman, the time spent with his partner may be longer than that with his wife and children, it would be better if today's incident is not exposed. If it is exposed, he will at least be suspended from his post.

At this moment, Eddie thought about his mortgage, car loan, and the cost of his children's private school.

Bachelors with no relatives or friends are all invincible.

Men with families and children are full of concerns and think twice before doing anything.

Williams and Eddie are the best examples.

The former's parents had long since left North America and divorced shortly after their marriage.

An ambulance and two other police patrols arrived quickly, and medical staff performed emergency rescue.

Not long after, a medical worker shook his head at the man with the highest police rank at the scene.

Some people had gathered at the scene, and there were also media reporters.

Larrea and Juan mingled among the reporters and kept taking pictures of the black people who were covered by the masks.

There were also reporters patrolling for witnesses.

The quick-witted freelance journalists have already entered the buildings on both sides to inquire, hoping to find any surveillance cameras or something like that.

With the appearance of media reporters, SFPD's on-site processing speed increased sharply.

The ambulance took the black man away.

Eddie and Williams, who were in charge of the scene, got into the patrol car and followed the man with the highest police rank back to the precinct.

The black Ford was also towed onto the trailer and taken away.

If the biggest gang in Los Angeles is the LAPD, the biggest gang in San Francisco is the SFPD.

Both of them acted extremely quickly. It took less than 11 minutes from the time emergency assistance arrived to the time th Street returned to normal order.

As if nothing happened.

A group of reporters followed the ambulance, a group of reporters followed the patrol car, and another group stayed on the spot looking for news clues.

But the location where the Ford SUV was parked was carefully chosen by Campos.

The residents around here basically go to work during the day and do not stay at home.

Surveillance cameras and the like don't exist.

The only place with people is the 24-hour convenience store.

But the person on duty at the convenience store this year is one of our own who had applied for the job previously.

Reporters who were looking around found nothing.

After a while, these people dispersed and wanted to go to the police station, hospital or vehicle trading agency to continue to inquire about the news.

They did not give up easily because they had captured on camera that the person who met with misfortune was a black man, and the two white police officers were in charge of handling the situation.

The news topic is full of attention.

The street was quiet again.

The person from the convenience store came out with a trash basket, walked to the trash can and dumped some trash into it.

He found that his shoelaces were untied. While squatting down to tie his shoelaces, he quietly removed the hidden camera installed on the side of the trash can, stuffed it into the trash basket, and returned to the convenience store.

Not long after, Betty entered the convenience store, bought some things and checked out, and took the camera with her.

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Dozens of media reporters have gathered in front of the building where the SFPD Forensic Center is located at the San Francisco Medical Center.

People kept calling to find out the latest situation.

The reporters who came over the scene basically determined that the black man was dead based on a series of actions taken by the ambulance.

But they still need official certification.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, two SFPD officers came out of the building.

Reporters immediately surrounded them.

The deceased's condition had been seen outside, and the SFPD officer had no need to deny it. Facing the camera and microphone of the reporter, he said: "The suspect died due to a sudden condition. The specific cause is still under investigation. Once it is confirmed, we will announce it to the media and the public as soon as possible."

A reporter asked: "There were two white police officers handling the scene. Is this related to racial discrimination and violent law enforcement?"

The official added: "We will conduct a detailed investigation into this matter. Before the results of the investigation are released, any statement will be irresponsible. The SFPD will be responsible to every citizen of San Francisco. Please give the SFPD some time. We will announce the results of the investigation as soon as possible."

There were still reporters who wanted to ask questions, but the two men stopped answering and got into a car that was driving by, led by several of their subordinates, and left the medical center.

San Francisco Police Department, Williams and Eddie were brought back for routine questioning.

In accordance with regulations, the two were questioned separately.

This kind of thing could not be concealed, and Eddie did not want to lose his job because of it, so he told the whole story in detail, even interspersed with some words to help Williams defend himself.

For example, if Lao Hei refused to cooperate and wanted to resist, Williams would knock him down and torture him.

In contrast, few senior police officers believed what Williams said.

Because this guy has targeted black people more than once or twice.

But it is inevitable that the police will cover up their shortcomings.

This is directly related to the morale of the police officers.

After a brief discussion, the top executives of the SFPD decided to keep the truth secret for the time being and wait and see how the media reacts.

If any media outlet had captured video of the incident, they would surely be eager to release it, or contact the SFPD to seek other benefits.

If no one takes the picture, that's fine.

Just as the SFPD was holding a meeting to discuss the matter, related pictures and text news had already appeared on the Internet.

"On 11th Street in the Atherton District of San Francisco, two white police officers were handling a police incident when the black man involved suddenly died."

"A white police officer caused the death of a black man during a routine check. It is not yet known whether racial issues were involved."

In the holiday villa in the Bay Area, Campos saw people coming in one after another. He stopped reading the news online and asked everyone to sit down.

He asked, "The beginning and the end have been cleaned up."

Betty responded, "All taken care of."

Hierro replied: "The phone was reduced to pieces and thrown into the sea."

This was not the first time that they had done something like this, so they were quite experienced.

Campos added: "All the videos were transcribed onto a notebook, and a copy was made. Hierro was responsible for transferring it to Los Angeles."

Those who were filming people with cameras were all busy copying the videos, checking them once, and making copies. One copy was given to Hierro, who then sent it to the Coast Building in Los Angeles through an encrypted channel.

The videos shot from all angles were quite clear, especially the part shot by the camera at the trash can, which also clearly recorded the conversation between Williams and Philip.

Hierro immediately sent the video to Los Angeles.

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Coast Building, Los Angeles.

Hawke received the video from San Francisco and immediately called Edward, Caroline and Sasha to a meeting.

Everyone watched the video one after another, and Caroline said, "They are finished."

Sasha asked, “When will it be released?”

"Wait a minute, Twitter is posting some irrelevant content." Hawke had a plan: "We will wait for the SFPD to issue an investigation notice before we reveal the truth." (End of this chapter)