As Carlo walked into the community, he noticed many of the residents gathered near the gate—men, women, old, and young, all with dark hair and brown eyes, indistinguishable from one another.
However, the gazes that most of the residents cast toward the police were tinged with a mix of fear and disgust.
He clenched the handgun in his hand, worried that someone in the crowd might fire a shot in the dark.
Such small conflicts erupting over arrests in communities united by race were not uncommon in the United States.
Carlo tensed up, quickening his pace against the exiting crowd.
About a hundred meters into the community, a number of police cars came into view.
Several patrol officers were scrambling to lift their two groaning colleagues onto a police car; judging by the situation, they had been shot and were being rushed to the hospital.
But the two injured patrol officers didn't seem to have life-threatening injuries; otherwise, their cries wouldn't have been so spirited.
