North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 213 Underground Casino

Jones followed the car in front, left the Bowery and onto the Manhattan Bridge.

As Jones drove, he said to Jimmy, "Call Peter."

Jimmy took out his phone, found Peter's phone number and dialed it directly: "Peter, something went wrong. Raymond was caught in a van. We are tracking them. They have arrived at the Manhattan Bridge. Their purpose is not yet clear.

land."

Peter: "Call Jones."

Jimmy: "Jones is driving, I'm driving."

Peter: "Jones, keep an eye on them and contact me after confirming the location. I will contact the Brooklyn field office to provide you with support."

Jones: "Okay, Peter, I'm not sure of their destination yet. I'll contact you when I'm sure."

After Jones finished speaking, he motioned for Jimmy to hang up the phone.

Because it was evening, it happened to be rush hour, and we were stuck in traffic for quite a while before we left the Manhattan Bridge and arrived in Brooklyn.

Jones drove his car and followed the van in front. The distance of three cars was not particularly obvious. Even if the van in front found someone following them, they would not be able to run away because it was rush hour and there were too many cars on the road.

Fortunately, they were followed without being discovered. After getting off the Manhattan Bridge, they turned and drove towards the south side of Brooklyn. This was the first time Jimmy saw the neighborhood situation in Brooklyn. It looked pretty good. He reported in some time ago.

Although I stayed in Brooklyn for one night, that time I was on the side near Manhattan, which is a business district. The street scene I saw this time was deep into Brooklyn.

Although the genius had just darkened, there were already some people who didn't look very serious walking on the road, but these had nothing to do with Jones and Jimmy. They had been following the van. Jones, who specialized in intelligence gathering, had very good driving skills and was in the traffic flow.

I never lost sight of the van in front of me, and finally arrived near Brighton Beach.

Jones watched the van in front of him turn into an alley. He had no choice but to park on the side of the road.

Jones said to Jimmy: "Jimmy, go down and see where the car is parked. It's not convenient for me to show up here."

Jimmy nodded, opened the passenger door and jumped out.

Jimmy got out of the car and came to the intersection of the alley, and found that the van was parked inside, next to a 5-story apartment building. Jimmy moved over and observed with his inner eye, and then he was shocked. There seemed to be a

It looks like a casino. The second floor seems to be connected with several houses. The rooms are connected together. Many people are gathered around several tables. Although you can't see what is on the tables, judging from their behavior, it is very likely that it is.

It's an underground casino.

Jimmy stared at the three people who were going up the stairs. They must be the people in the van just now. They finally stopped in a room on the third floor.

Jimmy took a closer look at the entrance. It was an iron door with a small window on it that could be opened from the inside. It should be a viewing hole, so there was no way to go in and check.

Jimmy looked around and then exited the alley. He was not familiar with New York, but underground casinos must have a strong gang background. Being too close would alert them.

When Jimmy returned to the surveillance van, Jones asked, "How was it?"

Jimmy: "Trouble, the van is parked inside. The people in the van must have gotten out of the car and entered the building. I looked around and there was only one entrance, but it was blocked by an iron gate and I couldn't see inside.

It seems like this is a gang residence or activity venue."

Jones: "This is Brighton Beach, also called Little Russia. If this is the territory of gangs, it must be the territory of Russian gangs. There can be no direct conflict. I will contact Peter first."

Jones called Peter and then hung up, "Jimmy, we are going to continue monitoring here today. The target is still Raymond, but don't conflict with the Russians. We may have to monitor it all night. We will take shifts, so you can rest first.

Replace me in 3 hours."

Jimmy nodded, "Then you watch first, I'll go down and get some food."

Jones, a black man, is not safe in Little Russia at night. Jimmy, a Chinese, is relatively harmless.

Jimmy walked not far, and there was an Lao Mo fast food truck still open at the intersection, but there didn't seem to be many people around. Jimmy bought a few tacos and two Cokes, and carried them back to the surveillance vehicle.

Jimmy built three chairs together, took off his suit, hung it up, and lay down directly on the chair. Because he had to be on duty later, he had to seize all the time to rest. He couldn't eat before going to bed, otherwise he wouldn't be able to fall asleep. He would eat later when he woke up.

Although it doesn't taste good when it's cold, this is not the time to worry about it.

At about 0:00 in the middle of the night, Jimmy was woken up. He took a bottle of mineral water from the side, got out of the car, washed his face a little to wake up, and after returning to the car, Jones lay down on the chair that Jimmy had just shared and fell asleep.

Jimmy took a look and saw that there were two more tacos. He also wanted to eat them cold. He wore headphones, ate the tacos, and looked at the surveillance screen. Jones installed a temporary camera in the corner, and he could see the van and the iron.

Door.

Jimmy finished eating the taco and took two tissues from the side to wipe his hands. Suddenly he heard a muffled gunshot. Jimmy looked at the surveillance camera and found nothing. He opened the front door of the car, walked to the passenger seat, and looked around.

Look, what followed was a burst of gunfire, the sound of pistols coming from the nearby apartment building, where the underground casino was located.

Jimmy ran back to the car and patted Jones: "Jones, wake up, something happened."

Jones didn't sleep deeply and got up immediately. "What's the matter?"

Jimmy: "There were several gunshots coming from that apartment building."

Jones immediately sat in front of the surveillance camera. It had only been a few dozen seconds since the gunshots were fired. There was no movement at the iron door. After a while, the iron door suddenly opened and a group of people ran out, including men and women, wearing clothes.

There are those in suits and some disheveled ones.

The camera Jones installed was a night vision camera, which could only capture them going out and running to the side of the road to disperse. I don't know if I could clearly capture their faces.

Jimmy came to the passenger seat, drew his gun and held it on guard. Fortunately, no one rushed over to steal the car.

Jones immediately dialed Peter's number. Although it was early in the morning, there was a gunfight here and he must be notified.

Jones: "Peter, something happened. There was a gun battle in the Russian gang's territory. Everyone inside ran out. There were too many people and I couldn't see clearly whether Raymond ran away."

Peter: "Call the police, hide and be safe."

Jones' phone was on loudspeaker, and Jimmy also heard it. When Jones hung up the phone, Jimmy said: "Jones, how about I go do some reconnaissance."

Jones: "Wait a minute, the situation inside is completely unclear. It's too dangerous for you to go there now."

Jimmy: "Don't worry, I know it. There are no gunshots now. Just five minutes. I'll go in and have a look in five minutes."

(End of chapter)