Chapter 908 If you don’t take the money and I don’t take it, how will Commissioner Smith get it?

five minutes ago.

Los Santos, Beverly Hills.

Franklin since he hung up the phone.

He immediately ran to the bottom of the mountain to meet Gonzales, the director of the Los Santos Sheriff's Department, and John, the head of the FBI Los Santos.

Gonzalez led more than 40 security vehicles and arrived at the intersection of the mountain road.

He got out of the car with John and met up with Franklin.

When he saw the other person, he was intact and there was no blood on his body.

In addition, the sky is clear and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant in the wealthy area, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

There was no sign of danger from Gonzalez.

I was enjoying the air conditioning in the office, but I was called in at short notice.

He couldn't help feeling a little impatient.

"There are so many people coming from Washington to attend the event. The weather is so good that we have to have people come to do the mission." '

After a brief greeting, the three of them got into Gonzalez's sheriff's car.

Nearly a hundred FBI and Sheriff's Department cars drove towards the wealthy area of ​​Beverly Hills.

In order to take care of the emotions of the rich people on the mountain, Gonzalez thoughtfully asked everyone to turn off the sirens.

After the car drove for a while.

Gonzalez shifted his 300-pound, fat body and said

"You FBI like to make trouble out of nothing and make a fuss out of a molehill. Isn't it just a gang negotiation? How big of a problem does it require the entire city's security guards to mobilize?"

Franklin retorted, "Chief Gonzalez, what do you mean by making trouble out of nothing? The five major gangs in Los Santos mobilized together, and hundreds of people besieged a mansion at the same time. Do you think this is making a fuss out of a molehill?"

Gonzalez smiled jokingly when he heard this, then looked at John, the head of the FBI in Los Santos, behind him.

"John, a fight involving hundreds of people scared him. He's from Washington, so he doesn't have much knowledge. You're based in Los Santos, so you don't have much knowledge either."

John curled his lips and said, "Those of them who sit in offices in Washington, D.C., enjoy air conditioning, and drink coffee, how can they know what our frontline employees live every day. A fight between hundreds of people is a groundbreaking event in Washington, D.C. But in Los Santos, this is called a daily activity."

Gonzalez took a deep breath and said, "Young man, you are scared to death by the five major gangs' collective action today. If you had seen the grand scene of Hongmen fighting against the twelve major gangs with its own strength, you would have been so scared that your face would turn pale."

With that said, Gonzalez tapped John.

"I remember that year, you were just assigned to a street office in Los Santos."

John recalled the past with melancholy written on his face.

"Yes, I just graduated from college and was admitted to the FBI. I was full of ambition and wanted to make a career in the capital, Washington. Unexpectedly, I was assigned to the Ding Fatty Square Street Office in Los Santos to monitor people coming from China. After just two days of monitoring, Hongmen and the top ten local gangs began to fight for territory and kill each other. I still remember the summer of that year. There was not a day without deaths, and there were no sirens, ambulances, and fire trucks speeding on the road. Hongmen used one summer to wipe out seven of the twelve major gangs. That was more than 3,000 people..."

Gonzalez smiled and looked at Franklin.

"Haha, I was also a frontline security guard back then. I lived in fear every day and saw all kinds of situations. You now think that the collective deployment of the five major gangs is a fatal event. But in front of us two veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles, these are not worth mentioning. The five major gangs together have less than a thousand people. Even if they can turn the tables, there will only be dozens of casualties."

Franklin's face began to heat up, but because he was black.

Gonzalez and John couldn't tell that he was already red with anger.

"Gonzalez, you are the chief of the Los Santos Police Department! How can you say such frivolous words that disregard human life?"

John patted Franklin, like a good old man, and said, "Young man, you are serious... You are serious."

"What a harsh statement! What did I say? I think he accepted some favors from others and is now trying to pass the buck! He wants to shirk responsibility."

There was still some anger on the young Franklin's face.

Gonzalez's eyes flashed with a sharpness, and he said, "Haha, if Xiaofu is not satisfied with my statement and must be held accountable, then it's not impossible. Let's go in later. Just in case we encounter one or two dead or injured people, I will ask the leaders of the five major gangs to hand over the suspects to me. They have so many gang members, you can choose whatever you want. Tall, short, fat, thin, there are women from the Phoenix Society, androgynous, half-man and half-woman. Whatever suspect you like, I can find it for you."

After Gonzalez said this, he chuckled and laughed playfully.

"You..." Franklin felt insulted by the other party.

The person in front of me shows how much contempt for American laws.

Such indulgence in sin within one's own jurisdiction.

Is it true that the United States will perish at the hands of these people?

Just when he was angry, John suddenly reached out his hand to his arms.

Franklin's instinct was to protect himself.

But when he looked carefully, he saw that John was stuffing himself a bank card.

John said with a knowing look on his face, "Xiaofu, you've been on a cross-city business trip. There are ten thousand dollars in it, and the password is six sixes. You can buy some nutritional supplements to supplement it."

Franklin was confused. "John, what are you doing? This is not a success...how can I take the money. Not only can I not take the money, I advise you two not to take it either."

Gonzalez snorted coldly, "Humph, people from Washington are cowards. Let me tell you, if you don't take the money and I don't take it, how can Commissioner Smith take it? If Commissioner Smith doesn't take it, how can we make progress?"

"You still want to make progress? If you take this money, you will lose your head!"

John started to persuade and said, "Oh, Xiaofu, you are too worried. Commissioner Smith took it, and there is Congressman Mike behind him..."

As soon as John finished speaking, the originally peaceful and harmonious wealthy area of ​​Beverly suddenly erupted with a series of crazy explosions.

Gonzalez heard the sound and stuck his head out, "It's only September. Who would celebrate the New Year at this time?"

Franklin then stuck his head out, his eyes fixed in the direction of the Jiang mansion.

He pointed at a mansion with smoke all over the sky and shouted, "Fuck, look at that house! Those aren't firecrackers, they're gunshots!"

Gonzalez was startled, "Gunshots? Such dense gunfire?"

Generally, shootings on the streets of Los Santos are either one shot or two shots.

Just like just now, tens of thousands of bullets were fired within a few seconds.

Damn, is this a civil war? ? ?

Gonzalez picked up the walkie-talkie in a panic and shouted to all the vehicles, "Everyone, turn on the sirens! All weapons are loaded!"

The gate of Jiang’s mansion is just around the corner.

The next second, two men covered in blood suddenly rushed out from the front of the car...