Streets Of Blood Page #2

no pissing on the trees and no dealing.

Okay okay, put the gadget down.

Turn around.

Let me see that gun.

Put it down before I blow your head off,

motherf***er.

Sh*t, blow away, a**hole.

It don't mean nothing.

Shoot him, Stan. Shoot him.

Oh, sh*t.

Get off me, coz. Damn, man.

- Get off me, man.

- Don't cuff him, Stan. Get him up.

Get up!

This is my park.

I'm gonna give you a 9mm in a second.

Wait a second. Whoa whoa, come on.

I don't do that, man.

All right.

Let's shoot him, Stan.

It's not right to shoot.

He's not a threat.

Well, he's willing to kill a cop.

We take him out now...

we're gonna save another life.

Let's shoot him.

Don't shoot. Look, man, look,

I know some valuable things.

- You don't know sh*t.

- I know some real sh*t, man.

The dude named Ray Delacroix,

man, Delacroix.

The dude hangs

on El Dorado Street, man.

That nigga's got

the whole damn street, coz.

- What?

- Ray Delacroix, man.

- What does he look like?

- Man, the cat's black, man.

He's a black dude

with freckles, man.

And he drives a tight green Capris.

And the Capris got some 24s on it.

What do I care

about a mid-level dealer

in a fat car? Big f***ing deal.

The nigga is a DEA agent, man.

The dude works for the feds

and he works for the street muscles.

Now why do I care about

a Fed rat named Delacroix?

Get up.

Sh*t, Latin Kings.

- Are you okay?

- I'm all right.

- That was lucky.

- Not for Downey Little.

So after they found his partner dead,

he asked for you

to transfer over from patrol

to the VCTF and become his partner?

Yeah, a little kick in the paycheck.

I needed it too.

I have a wife and three kids

at home.

Tell me about your family.

Why? You're not profiling my family.

For your file, I need for you

to talk about it.

Not about my family.

Let's talk about your partner.

What about him?

All I know is he's the first to go

through the door every time, all right?

He put a lot of drug dealers behind bars

and he killed a few, okay?

And that colors your opinion of him?

Look, except for our task force,

the department is a laughingstock,

all right?

It's gonna get worse

before it gets better.

We got gangs

from all around the country

circling this city like a pack

of f***ing rabid dogs.

Guys like Andy and me,

we're all that stands

between people like you

and the end

of the motherfucking world.

I'm so f***ing bored, man.

We gotta find some trouble.

Are you ready for some trouble,

huh, son?

Huh-uh, no.

You gotta learn how to welcome

that sh*t, man.

You gotta learn to love that sh*t. You

can start noticing this sh*t, Barney.

What's the matter?

Quit playing with your dick.

Hold up. Here we go.

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