Chapter 347: : Mouth running the train

Late night in Washington, if you want to use one word to describe it, it is "Absolutely" (absolutely).

His night scene can also be among the best in the city rankings in the world.

Everett folded his hands and dozed off in the car, with his police ID card on his left chest, and his partner next to him was driving. This was a night patrol.

Magnetic bark bark...

At this moment, after a short radio wave sounded on the radio, the thick and thick female voice from the console came from it, "There was a brawl on Kilpatrick Street, please go to the nearest police officer."

The partner picked up the communicator, "Patrol team 3874 received it, let's go now."

Everett took out the alarm bell from the front storage tank, turned on the switch, and the familiar rapid sound suddenly sounded, then stretched out his hand out of the window and put it on the roof of the car, the partner rushed out with the sole of his foot on the accelerator, Rampage in the traffic flow, with this technology, it is impossible to drive without crashing a few times.

Kilpatrick Street was very close to them, and it took only seven or eight minutes.

It's strange to say that if you hear the alarm bell in this fight, these people will all run away. If no one can be found, JC will just turn a blind eye and close one eye. As long as no one is killed, he can say anything The fight, in fact, was very "peaceful" after arriving at the scene. A couple of young lovers were sitting on a bench in the park, holding fear, and standing around were several strong men who dyed their hair into a Shamat look. Han, seeing Everett and others coming, one of them was still nodding at the young couple in the car.

"Go, JC is over there, you can call the police."

I've never seen such an arrogant person before!

Everett frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"Counting the stars is not a crime, right?" The big man replied with a smile. The flower arm tattoo on his hand still looks very scary under the street lights at night.

Everett is also experienced in dealing with this kind of gangster, he folded his hands, "Stop talking nonsense to me, did you call the police just now?" He said the second half of the sentence to the young couple .

These two people are not very old, only in their twenties, with freckles on their faces, and they were quite frightened. They glanced at the strong men and nodded, "They won't let us leave."

"I warn you, don't make trouble for me, or I'll throw you **** in there." Everett warned.

Who knew that these gangsters didn't get scared by these words. Instead, their eyes lit up and they stretched out their hands, "Okay, come on, take me away quickly. How long can I be locked up? Is it not enough weight?" He said, turning to face the The man slapped him, and he fell to the ground directly.

"Fack! Raise your hands and squat on the ground." Everett raised his gun and roared, and the partner next to him also drew his gun.

"How many days can I be locked up now?" the gangster asked expectantly.

"I said hug your head and squat down!"

This warning obviously did not make the other party pay attention, so he continued to take a step forward.

boom!

Everett shot directly at his left leg. The bullet was so close that it was clear that the light from the wound was bleeding outward.

"Ahhhhh! My legs." Now the gangster finally stopped screaming, hugging his legs and howling heart-piercingly, how arrogant he was just now, and how sad he is now, and his partner is also unaccustomed Weird expression, this clause means that if the other party threatens one's own life, one can shoot!

There is no explicit regulation on this point of control, and this also evolved into later, a young man wanted to commit suicide, but after reporting the crime, JC came over vigorously and beat him to death.

Well, this is nice!

"Everyone squat down with their heads in their hands!" The partner yelled, and the others obeyed.

At this time, other reinforcements called for on the road had also arrived, except for the injured who were sent to the ambulance, but the **** had no other expression on his face except pain, and he didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, he raised a finger. People don't understand, they can only think of it as a kind of provocation.

But just as Everett was resting in the car, another alarm came from the radio station, and they hurried over again. What they encountered was still a so-called brawl, but the process was exactly the same, as if there was a script Similarly, the director dare not shoot like this.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, there was a sudden increase in calls to the police, which had already called back the J staff who were on vacation.

The most important thing is that when this group of people were all arrested, they gathered together to say hello as if they knew each other, which made some sensitive people feel a little different.

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"Hahaha, Mr. Nicholas, I think Bureau J in Washington must be crazy busy now. There are about 120 calls to the police. Hundreds of people have been imprisoned. I don't believe they can still receive it."

Gregory's tone was also refreshing. Since ancient times, black people and white people have always disliked each other. It is natural to be happy to see each other's misfortune.

Tang Dao also responded with a laugh, "I heard they shot?"

"Yes, one of them was shot through his leg, and he is still in the hospital, but I have asked someone to send him a hundred thousand dollars. As long as the bullet does not hit the head, I think many people will be willing."

That's probably why the **** raised a finger at Everett.

One shot, one hundred thousand dollars!

Although it hurts, I am also happy in my heart.

"I'll pay for the money, and I'll give an extra fifty thousand dollars, and it will be his nutrition." Tang Dao doesn't care about the tens of thousands of dollars, he just feels uncomfortable in his heart and wants to It's okay to let off steam and make Everett and the others sick, but he prefers to "force" the murderer behind the scenes. He believes that there will always be someone who can't help but want to call them.

Who is this person?

After the game, you can jump out and see clearly.

"Mr. Gregory, give me another reward of 200,000 US dollars to help put on a play." Tang Dao said the name of the only surviving murderer who attacked the villa before, and then said the plan again. He is going to start Playing dirty.

Gregory kept listening without saying a word. Hearing the plan from the beginning to the end, he felt cold and cold. The main reason is that this Asian is too dark-hearted. If the game continues like this, the murderer will definitely recruit everything he knows.

He was even more sure that Al Pacino's death had a lot to do with him.

Maybe, as Nicholas said, he just thinks he is smart, and this society does not need old antiques, and those who cannot keep up with the times are destined to be eliminated.

"Leave this to me."

"Thank you very much~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now that we're done talking about business, we can talk about private matters. I have an investment plan. I wonder if Mr. Gregory would like to take a share?" Tang Dao is smarter. Here, strike while the iron is hot, and tightly bind the interests together during the honeymoon period between the two parties. Otherwise, it will be difficult to cooperate and use it when there is trouble in the future.

Not everyone is open to money, and they also need to assess risks.

Benefits also need to talk about feelings, although this is nonsense.

Sure enough, Gregory hesitated. He really didn't want to communicate too much with the other party if it wasn't necessary, but since Nicholas asked, he had to save face and hesitated, "I don't know anything about business."

"The upper limit of this business is as high as trillions of dollars!" This started to run the train with his mouth full again.

Gregory was immediately coaxed, and was taken aback for a while, "What?"

"the Internet!"

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