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The Los Angeles Police Department was the second largest police department in the US, second only to the New York Police Department. The entire Los Angeles Police Department had tens of thousands of active personnel and over 3000 civilian support staff. At the same time, the department also had a large number of resources; for example, they owned the third largest civil air force unit in the US, second only to the Civil Aviation Training Unit and the Customs and Border Protection.

Sergeant Tucker was one of its members. At that moment, he was interrogating a Mexican. He had just found a considerable amount of drugs on the man, as well as a few satchels used to dispense the drugs. The Mexican was obviously a drug dealer.

"You better tell me soon, where did your stock come from? Who is your supplier!" Sergeant Tucker glared at the Mexican. He knew that if he found the supplier, he would catch a big fish.

However, the Mexican remained silent. He also understood the consequences of making a confession.

"Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson." Sergeant Tucker rolled up his sleeves as he spoke.

"What do you want to do?" The Mexican began to panic.

"When we were arresting you, you resisted arrest, so we had no choice but to take you down by force," Tucker said coldly.

"I didn’t resist!" the Mexican said immediately.

"No, you did. If I say you did, you did!" Sergeant Tucker punched his stomach as he said that.

Mournful wails could be heard from the interrogation room, and after a mere 20 seconds, the Mexican couldn’t hold it anymore.

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Please stop. I’m begging you, please stop hitting me! I’ll talk!" The Mexican promised.

"Alright, tell me where you get your supplies!" Sergeant Tucker asked cruelly.

"Payton, it’s the Payton family! They just received a shipment from Colombia. They are now distributing them to their pushers," the Mexican said.

"The Payton family!" Sergeant Tucker’s face turned pale. Even he knew the Paytons, the infamous crime family of Los Angeles.

"Perhaps we can get rid of the Payton family once and for all!" As Tucker came to this conclusion, he ordered, "Go and check the Payton family immediately, see what they’ve been doing recently."

A short while later, the officers under his command came back with results.

"According to the report of our informant, they couldn’t find Payton senior. The eldest and second child of the Payton family have also been missing for a while. They seem to be deliberately hiding," the officer reported.

"Sly bastards. They must have finished distributing their product and been worried their pushers would give them up, that’s why they went into hiding in advance. They have no intention of getting caught red-handed. They might have even gone to a faraway place intentionally just to create an alibi. Once the heat dies down and the distribution of the drugs is finished, there’s no way we can convict them with just the confessions of this Mexican!" Sergeant Tucker said furiously. He realized that he had just lost an excellent opportunity to catch a big fish.

However, the officer stated, "But we have checked, and the third son of the Payton family is in Los Angeles. At noon yesterday, someone saw him in a restaurant in Los Angeles. I heard that he eats at that restaurant every day at noon."

"He goes every day at noon?" Tucker looked at his watch. It was almost eleven.

"It’s going to be lunchtime soon. Let’s go, we’re going to head over to that restaurant. We might be able to catch the third son of the Payton family."

...

Near the training center, there was a mid-sized restaurant. The food was inexpensive and it tasted good, and apart from that, the waitresses were pretty too. The coaches of the training center often ate there.

It was noon. Dai Li hitched a ride with Chris Payton to the restaurant.

They walked into the restaurant after parking the car.

In a sedan not far away, Sergeant Tucker was eating a doughnut.

"Boss, that’s Chris Payton, the third son of the Payton family," an officer said while pointing at Chris Payton.

Tucker looked through the car window. He saw Payton and Dai Li.

"Why is there a Chinese guy beside him? Don’t tell me the Payton family is related to the triad from Chinatown!" Thinking that there might be a chance for him to crack two criminal organizations at once, Sergeant Tucker couldn’t help getting a little excited.

"Boss, do we catch them now?" the officer by his side asked.

"No, wait a while. Let’s observe first. See if anyone else joins them." Tucker was prepared to cast a long line so that he could catch the big fish.

...

Scones, steak, and an egg sandwich. Dai Li had a good appetite that day, and he finished eating everything after only a short while. He leaned back in his chair, took out a sports magazine, and began reading it with a big grin.

Barron Phillip was on the cover page of the magazine, and furthermore, the Phillip on the cover page was wearing the US team uniform.

The US track and field team was a huge group. In that issue of the magazine, most pages were used to cover news and stories on the athletes participating in the World Championship in Athletics. At the same time, there was also a prediction of the results of each event, and Phillip’s coverage occupied an entire page.

"Phillip has finally made it onto the world championship stage. The first disabled person in history to participate in the world championship. I hope he does well in the competition!" Dai Li muttered to himself.

"Li, I believe Phillip will definitely make it into the finals of the world championship," Chris Payton said as he put down his fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin to show that he had finished eating.

"Chris, you are eating so little, are you sure it’s enough?" Dai Li looked at Chris’s plate. He had only ordered a beef burger, a small plate of salad, and a cup of coffee. Quantitatively, he ate much less than Dai Li.

"I’m full." Chris Payton nodded.

"You’ve eaten less than me, are you sure you’re full?" Dai Li smiled and continued, "Don’t worry about me, I still have a lot to read in this magazine. If you’re still hungry, you can order some more. Take your time and eat, I’m in no rush to return."

"Li, I really am full. Don’t look down on that burger, that beef patty was ridiculously big," Payton said before standing up and pulling his car keys out of his pocket.

...

"Boss, they are leaving!" an officer said.

Tucker put down the doughnut in his hand when he saw Dai Li and Payton walking out of the restaurant through his car window.

"Move!" At Tucker’s command, the officers rushed out of their vehicle, pulled out their pistols, and scrambled towards Dai Li and Payton. At the same time, they shouted the order.

"LAPD, don’t move!"

...

"Stop, don’t move, LAPD!" Shouts came from around them. Before Dai Li could react, several men rushed in front of him, the guns in their hands pointed at him.

Dai Li froze as he stared at the black barrels pointed at him. He had never even seen a real gun before in China, not to mention having a gun pointed at him.

"Put your arms on top of your head!" a voice shouted. Dai Li immediately followed the instruction and put his hands on top of his head.

Immediately after, a man rushed forward, and Dai Li heard the sound Ka-Chak, and his wrist felt a cold sensation.

I’ve been handcuffed. What exactly is going on?