North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws Chapter 259 173: When the Map Ends, the Dagger Appears (Comb

"I realized my brother was missing three days ago. After being unable to contact him the next day, I reported it to the police. I even confird that soone online had lured my brother to their ho, but the responding patrol officer still believed my brother had simply run away from ho—just because he was a black kid."

"Three days!"

Sarah's emotions surged again.

"A full three days!

"Even though I provided evidence, I received no feedback from the police until they found my brother's body.

"My brother was killed yesterday.

"I had given them the likely place of my brother's disappearance right from the start. If it wasn't for those bastards' indifference, there was a great chance my brother could have been found.

"Just because his skin was black..."

In her agitation, Sarah's tears fell like rain, and the infant girl in her arms, startled by her mother's intense gestures, woke from her deep sleep and burst out crying, "WAH! WAH!"

The black bystanders in the crowd grew restless.

So black won ca forward to surround Sarah, comforting her.

Young and middle-aged black n directly faced the cara, angrily denouncing the situation as unforgivable. They declared that black lives matter too, and if things continued this way, their descendants would have even less protection!

In fact, Los Angeles, a bustling city with a significant population of people of color, doesn't experience many overt incidents of discrimination.

But there is one undeniable fact: when dealing with black people, the police as a group, their Spirit becos rather taut, and they are more reactive to their actions.

There's a cynical joke here:

If three people are walking down the road, each carrying a gun—one white, one black, one Asian—and the police approach to inquire:

They would politely question the white man. They would imdiately draw their guns on the black man, make him lie down, and then question him. As for the Asian, they would conduct a thorough check, looking for any excuse to legally and legitimately squeeze so money out of them or create revenue.

Although not absolute, this cynical joke does illustrate that the black community is indeed unwelco among the police and experiences far more discrimination from them than in other professions.

So Sarah's ordeal not only resonated deeply with the black bystanders shown on television but also ignited furious anger in the black families and individuals watching the interview on their own TV sets.

At the end of the interview, the female reporter asked, "Ma'am, it seems you are also a single mother? We are very sympathetic to your plight. If needed, we can offer so assistance with finances, welfare, and so on."

Surrounded by a group of black people, Sarah replied helplessly, her voice filled with sorrow,

"Thank you.

"The reason I'm so devastated is not only because of what happened to my brother but also because of the tragic injustice we suffer! Today it was my brother who experienced this, but what about tomorrow?

"If this continues, I'm terrified that when my daughter grows up, she will face even more terrible things.

"I'm just a single mother with no other family left. My voice is small, and I'm powerless to change any of this.

"But I hope all black people can unite and demand an explanation for this incident!"

"Right! Those motherfucking white pig cops at the police station treat us black people unfairly! We can't stay silent anymore!"

"You're right! I'll bring my family to support this!"

"Protest!"

"Demonstration!"

More and more black bystanders began to gather.

The reporter noticed the situation growing subtly unstable after Sarah's last statent. She quickly signaled the caraman. Steering clear of the now fervent atmosphere among the black crowd, she raised her voice over the tumult, "We will provide what assistance we can to this poor woman, and we will continue Tracking this case. Thank you all for watching."

...

「In front of the TV.」

Everyone except Dean was numb. What on earth is going on?

Harry's face filled with anger. "Fuck! Those words... there's no way a rotten bitch who probably didn't even finish school could say sothing like that! And I never told her Henry's exact ti of death. Soone's stirring things up!"

Robert also said calmly, "When I was with Sarah, I had a vague feeling she was constantly chatting on her phone. I initially thought she was seeking help from friends, but now it seems she's definitely up to sothing!"

"So what?" Daisy shrugged nonchalantly. "This was a recorded news segnt. This whole thing has probably been brewing for a while. We might even see protest marches by tomorrow. Captain Monet and his team are the ones who'll have a headache over this now."

On hearing this, Harry and Robert fell silent.

Daisy was right.

They were just small players; even though they were furious at being used, the storm was already gathering, and it was too late to do anything.

It was ti for the bit players to exit the stage.

But the two n were deeply unwilling to let it go.

Because they weren't sure what Sarah was ultimately trying to achieve, nor did they dare to imagine the kind of chaos this incident could unleash upon Los Angeles.

This was a country where firearms were freely available.

If things escalated, every police officer in Los Angeles might have to wear a bulletproof vest just to go outside.

Robert seed to envision that exact scenario and sighed. "I never thought I'd personally experience sothing like this, let alone be one of the people who helped start it all. I just hope it doesn't lead to violent clashes."

Harry, agitated, yanked his collar open and pulled out his phone, about to demand what Sarah thought she was doing.

Suddenly, he stopped, looking in surprise at Dean, who was sitting behind them. "Buddy, that bitch Sarah exploited us, and you're not angry at all? In fact, you seem quite calm?"