North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 327 The friendly Haitian gangster

Before getting off work, Jimmy went directly to Ruiz's office to look for him. What Neil was talking about just now was Haitian Voodoo. Since he is from Haiti, the fastest way to get information is to ask Ruiz for information. I remember seeing it before.

There were Haitian gangs in the information, but I didn’t pay much attention at the time because Haitian gangs were too weak compared to El Salvador’s gangs.

MS13 is a gang from El Salvador, spread all over Latin America and North America. They dare to fight and kill, and they dare to do anything.

Haitian gangs are much worse. Because the United States made a decision that year to deport all Haitian gang members in American prisons to Haiti, there were hundreds of gangs in Haiti, large and small, fighting among themselves and robbing ordinary people.

In addition, the Haitian country itself is very chaotic, which completely triggered the continuous flow of refugees for many years. Haitian residents flocked to the United States. Since Haiti is an island country and is very close to the United States, they only need to sneak across by boat to reach the southeastern United States.

In Florida, there are of course other ways. In short, it is very easy to become a refugee or directly hide and work as a gangster.

There are also many former gang members among these refugees. They have also established various organizations in the United States. However, compared to the Salvadorans who have also become refugees and gangsters in the United States, the strength of Haitian gangs is generally not that good. Of course, there are also many ruthless gangs among them.

people, but the gang has not been able to grow big.

Because there are so many people, Jimmy is not sure about their information in New York, so he has to ask Ruiz for help. He must remember some, and at least he can help find the corresponding information.

Fortunately, although he was about to get off work, Ruiz hadn't left yet, but we hadn't seen him for a while. Ruiz seemed very tired and even felt a little thin.

Jimmy knocked on the door and walked in: "Ruiz, you look bad. What happened?"

Ruiz raised his head and glanced at Jimmy: "It's you, I'm fine. What's the matter with you coming here?"

Jimmy didn't ask about Ruiz anymore. Since he didn't want to talk, he didn't want to get to the bottom of it. "Well, I'm here to help you. Do you have any impressions of Haitian gangs?"

Ruiz looked at Jimmy: "What's wrong? Why do you suddenly care about gangs?"

Jimmy handed over the photo: "There is a corpse burial case here. This was dug out near the corpse. I communicated with Peter and his team to confirm that it is a voodoo doll from the Haitian Voodoo Cult. It is most likely true."

So I wanted to find out where there were gatherings of Haitians in New York."

Ruiz took the photo and took a look at it: "If you are looking for Haitians, it will be troublesome. In my impression, they do not have a particularly big gang. However, I remember that there are many Haitians in New York. There are hundreds of thousands.

, not even excluding more than 300,000, if illegal households are included."

Jimmy frowned and asked: "So many? Then where are they concentrated?"

Ruiz stood up and said, "Wait for me to look at the information." He left the office and after a while brought two folders over.

Ruiz: "The gangs in Haiti are very small. We have only recorded two here. One is the G9 branch. Their headquarters is in Haiti. They are just organized by some of their subordinates. Although they are the largest gang in Haiti,

In New York, there were only a few dozen of them. The second one was 400

Mawozo, they don’t have many members, they are very loose, and we usually don’t care about them at all. See for yourself.” (Both these two gangs are real. There are many Haitian refugees who have successfully naturalized in the United States, and black refugees

More.)

Jimmy took the material and chewed it up while reading it. It would be better not to have any clues at all. Good guy, because there are so many Haitian refugees, they have even integrated with the local homeless people. Many black people just choose to wander around. There is nothing at all.

Talk about a gathering place.

As for the two gangs Ruiz mentioned, they are both in the Bronx, because the gang territory in Brooklyn has been basically stable, and it is difficult for these unorganized outsiders to get a stable territory here. If you want to go to Brook

Lin has secured a piece of territory, and they need to compete with Italians, Russians, local gangs, and South American gangs for territory. No matter which side they are, they are very brutal.

That would be troublesome, because the body was found in a park in Brooklyn. In theory, the person who buried the body would not be too far away from here. In the Bronx, it would take more than 2 hours to go back and forth. If there is a traffic jam,

If you limit your target to Brooklyn, there seems to be no gathering place for Haitians here. They don’t have gathering places like Italians, Jews, Chinese, and Russians, so it’s difficult to find them.

Jimmy took a pen and paper from Ruiz's desk and copied down the information of the two gang bosses, "Ruiz, thanks, I'll talk to them later and see if I can gain anything."

Ruiz looked at Jimmy and shook his head: "Are you going by yourself? Invite me to come with you then. They don't know you at all. You may not even be able to see their faces."

Jimmy smiled: "You have so many things to do, there is no need to waste time on such small things. Let me try it first."

Ruiz: "No, tell me in advance when you are going, and I will contact you. I'm not worried about you, but I don't want to be bothered by OPR anymore. This matter is not negotiable." (OPR is the FBI's equivalent of the Internal Affairs Department.

agency, Office of Professional Responsibility or Office of Professional Standards)

Jimmy was instantly frightened when he heard OPR. He had already been investigated by OPR once. It is not a good thing to deal with them all the time. "Okay, let's go talk to them when it's convenient for you. Just chat and see.

What do they think about this?"

Ruiz nodded: "OK, meet in the Bronx tomorrow morning and follow my arrangements."

Jimmy nodded, took the photo back, went back to the office to pack up and go home.

The Bronx, whenever I come here, I feel like I'm out of New York. Although the Harlem area in upper Manhattan across the river is also very messy, at least it still looks very good. On the surface, at least it's not that messy.

The Bronx is even more miserable here.

A few years ago in the 21st century, this place was still very chaotic. Of all the five boroughs in New York, the Bronx had the worst security. In the past, Brooklyn could still compete with it, but now many places in Brooklyn have begun to change. Gangsters

There are also some restraints. After all, they are all small gangs under the management of the big gangs, and they have some control. In the Bronx, there are many small gangs, and it will take several years to gradually change.

Jimmy drove to the place agreed by Ruiz. The two parked the car on the side of the road in a small block, got out of the car and walked into the G9 stronghold. It seemed that Ruiz had contacted this place in advance, but he didn't see him either.

After talking, the gatekeeper gave up his seat and let the two people in. As expected, Ruiz has a lot of face. Although I don't know whether he contacted G9 directly or notified it through other people, in short, he really has a lot of face.

Inside, a Hispanic man in his 30s stood up from the sofa and came over to stand in front of Ruiz and Jimmy. He was not tall and had a short haircut from the front and back of his bald head, just like a short-haired version of a cockscomb.

Ruiz: "Crocodile, you know the purpose of our coming."

Crocodile: "Ruiz, we didn't do anything, didn't we provoke you?"

Ruiz looked at the crocodile for a while, and then said: "It's not because of your troubles, as long as you are honest, I don't have time to deal with you. Take a look at this, do you recognize it?" Ruiz reached out and took out two sticks from the inner pocket of his suit.

A photo, a photo of a wooden box, a photo of a straw doll.

Jimmy had been staring at the crocodile. His expression didn't change much after he got the photo, but when he saw the second photo of the straw doll, his eyes narrowed and he quickly recovered. He definitely knew this thing.

Crocodile handed the photo to Ruiz: "I don't know, I'm not interested in art."

Ruiz did not answer, but stared at the crocodile: "Claude, are you kidding me?" After a pause, "Are you living too comfortably? Are you going to Rikers Island to recuperate for a while?

"

Crocodile looked at Ruiz, and the hand holding the photo slowly moved back in front of him. He waved to the people behind Ruiz and asked them to leave the room, and then said: "You know that Voodoo is our state religion.

Right? Although I am not religious, I know something about it. This is indeed a voodoo doll, but I don’t know much about it.”

Ruiz: "Say something."

Crocodile looked at Ruiz's expressionless face. He really couldn't afford to offend these big guys. He shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to say it, but I really don't understand these things. Over there, wizards are very noble.

They are not accessible to people like us, they are very closed-minded, and only descendants will understand what is going on inside. I believe that the Haitians you can find will not know much about it."

Ruiz turned his head and glanced at Jimmy. Jimmy took a step forward and stood side by side with Ruiz. "Do you know that there are wizards from your side in New York? Or apprentices, successors, whatever you want to call them."

The crocodile glanced at Jimmy, then looked at Ruiz: "I really don't know. Although there are many of us, they are really not something we can contact."

Jimmy had no problem with the crocodile's attitude. Ruiz was of course the older of the two, and it was normal for the crocodile not to care about him. He continued: "Are you talking about them? Are all wizards women?"

Crocodile nodded, and this time he looked at Jimmy: "Wizards began to change decades ago. There are more and more women. When I was a child, the wizards around me were basically women."

Crocodile looked at Ruiz again: "That's all I know. I have been in the United States for many years. I don't know the situation in Haiti now, and I have no contact with wizards in the United States. Trust me.

, that’s all I can say.”

Jimmy looked at Ruiz, and Ruiz nodded. He reached out and patted the crocodile on the shoulder, and then took the photo: "Boy, live a good life and don't make trouble." Ah, I'm so envious. Jimmy looked at Luiz.

Izzy, he is completely unqualified to do this now. This requires confidence and prestige.

Ruiz and Jimmy left G9. Ruiz and Jimmy stood on the roadside, "Are you still looking for 400?"

Jimmy shook his head, "If the crocodile didn't lie, there's no point in going to 400. I think it's better to ask the NYPD to investigate the information directly, starting around the park to investigate where there are Haitian immigrants."

Ruiz frowned and looked at Jimmy: "Do you really believe these wizards are real?"

Jimmy looked at Ruiz in surprise: "You haven't been exposed to supernatural events."

Ruiz shook his head, and Jimmy said, "It's okay, I'll just go investigate on my own, thank you. Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask, how's it going at T14?"

Ruiz sighed: "Two surveillance teams have been arranged, but the informants are gone. It is difficult to catch them now."

Jimmy sighed, this matter is really difficult to handle. Jimmy still remembers Ruiz's angry expression at the beginning. Although it seems that he was tricked, Jimmy believes that the main reason is the two missing informants.

From more than half a year of contact, Jimmy can be sure that Ruiz is the kind of person who attaches great importance to friendship. The pain on his face when he talks about his informant is definitely not as simple as losing an informant who was a gang member and defected.

Jimmy: "I'm going back first. I made an appointment to go to the support team's shooting range today. It's almost time now."

Ruiz: "What are you doing over there?"

Jimmy: "I'm practicing shooting. I've been using .357 Magnum before. I'm going to try it over there and replace it with .44."

Ruiz was speechless. Do you think your gun is not powerful enough? But it seems very interesting. He was also there when Jimmy went to demonstrate.

Ruiz: "OK, I'll go with you."

Jimmy: "Well, then I'll go home and get the gun."

Jimmy brought a gunslinger's gun and rushed to Staten Island with Ruiz. With Ruiz by his side, Jimmy went even more smoothly. He successfully borrowed S&W M29, M69, Ruger Blackhawk, and Cole from the shooting range.

Python, and two boxes of 40 rounds of .44 Magnum bullets.

"Try this one first, Dirty Harry." Ruiz didn't take it too seriously and picked up the M29 directly from the shooting stand and handed it to Jimmy.

"Dirty Harry?" Jimmy looked at Ruiz in confusion.

"You don't know? The same goes for old movies from the 1970s. It's too early. Anyway, let's try this first."

Jimmy changed bullets, held the gun with one hand and fired at the 15-meter target. Good guy, the .44 Magnum is really powerful. The sound and the recoil are so refreshing. Jimmy felt that he seemed to have thought wrong. Roland and the others were shooting

Xia can use .45 as a regular bullet, and can use it in either hand

The reason for holding a gun is because their physical fitness is really strong, inhumanly strong. This is not possible for Jimmy. His body is too different from Roland and the others. It is no problem to shoot with one hand normally, but if you want to

It is absolutely impossible to achieve my previous shooting speed with .44 Magnum.

Jimmy continued to aim, this time he switched to holding the gun with both hands, and after firing the remaining five bullets, Jimmy ejected the shells and moved his fingers to experience the feeling. It seemed that it was not impossible to shoot at full speed, but he could no longer use one hand.

It requires both hands.

Putting on bullets, Jimmy tried rapid fire again. Ruiz looked at Jimmy and was a little stunned. It was not that he had never used it before, but he was still more accustomed to 9mm semi-automatic pistols. He had no preference for revolvers. He looked at Jimmy

He was also a little itchy when shooting here. During Jimmy's break, Ruiz also picked up a gun and bullets and went to the next door range to try it out. Sure enough, his Glock still worked better.

Instead of trying other guns, Jimmy took out the gunslinger's gun, loaded it with a bullet, and tried shooting.

After firing a shot, Jimmy discovered the problem. This gun should be able to withstand .44 Magnum. It is the same old gun style as Roland's gun, but it is made into a revolver cylinder instead of the old fixed one.

Bomb nest.

The problem is that the grip of the old revolver is further back, and the holding angle has also changed, which means that the direction of the recoil force is inconsistent with the gun he is using now. Although it can be overcome with some training, it is still a bit awkward now. It seems to be necessary.

If you want to use it well, you still need a lot of practice.

Okay, familiar with the recoil, familiar with the aiming baseline, and more importantly, Roland gave him two guns, which were configured according to the standard gunslinger configuration. He used to have a single revolver, but in the future he will try to shoot in dual-wielding mode.

.Perhaps I should customize two more armpit holsters and waistband holsters.

Taking back his gun, Jimmy started to play with the gun provided by the shooting range. It didn't cost any money anyway, so he had to shoot all the bullets he applied for, otherwise it would be a waste.

Jimmy picked up the Colt Python and started loading. He had always used the S&W series. Picking up the Colt Python, Jimmy suddenly felt that this gun felt really good to hold.

I fired the gun for a test round, and something went wrong again when reloading. He is used to pushing the release button, and Colt is in pull-back mode, which is different from his previous habit. What a pity, but in terms of shooting feel, Colt

The Python is much better than the M29 I used just now.

After Jimmy and Ruiz consumed all the bullets, they returned the gun to the range administrator and left the training ground.

(End of chapter)