In the warehouse basement, JJ was helping several SWAT officers move the kidnapped men and women.
JJ had seen his share of things, but he never could have imagined that someone could squeeze so much profit out of a group of living people.
The girls were packed into shipping containers and taken to construction sites all over Los Angeles to work as prostitutes. When a matching recipient was found, they were taken to the operating room to have their organs removed. And once they were dead, they were stuffed with drugs and shipped as containers all over the United States.
JJ, the big, thick-skinned Black man, was completely enraged. After all the gang gunmen were dead, the Los Angeles SWAT officers became the targets of his fury.
Even though they were deeply ashamed and were working hard to help the poor victims, they still couldn't escape JJ's machine-gun-like tongue.
"You sons of bitches wear uniforms, but you can't do a damn thing right. All you do is kick down poor people's doors and shoot them. When you're up against someone powerful and influential, you don't dare say a word.
My dog would do a better job than you if I put a police uniform on him!
How dare you stand here? If I were you, I'd take my gun and charge into the offices of those damn bastards and turn them into Swiss cheese!
Did you swallow the oath you took when you graduated from the police academy along with a load of dog shit?"
As he spoke, JJ grabbed a middle-aged SWAT officer with a grim expression and cursed, "Look at me, you son of a bitch! Are you cops or accomplices to the gangs?
Are you protecting the people, or helping those sons of bitches make money?
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