(The previous chapter had several hundred words deleted because of certain descriptions involving reality. I revised it and added a little back in. From a police officer's professional perspective, there was nothing illegal or prohibited in what I wrote. It was meant to indirectly affirm the public security environment after the crackdown on organized crime, and related content can be found all over the internet with a simple search. I don't know why it was deleted—perhaps the reviewer was a bit sensitive. I'll try to hold back more in the future.)
Different countries had different conditions!
Sometimes, Little Mustache really envied his counterparts in the Americas, Europe, and even Japan.
Those guys lived the high life, wielding power and enjoying the best food and drink. They had every kind of high-end equipment and could even directly control governments.
But whenever they tried to gain even a little foothold within China, they were cracked down on the moment they showed any signs of activity.
Even if they wanted to get some serious hardware, it was hard to find a channel to buy guns.
After finally finding a few leads, before the goods even reached their hands, the sellers had already been busted by the police.
Any gun whose muzzle-fired projectile had kinetic energy greater than or equal to 1.8 joules per square centimeter was classified as a firearm!
With that kind of power, it wouldn't even qualify for shooting balloons in Europe or America!
Sometimes, they secretly set up an association to serve as the organization's tentacle, hoping to improve their mobility and execution. But before they could carry out more than a few operations, they were wiped out as criminal gangs.
The neighborhood committee handled the reports, and the police station handled the arrests. Seriously!
When they went to