Super Detective in the Fictional World

Thoughts turned around, Guzman hesitated between taking out Norman and holding his breath and keeping his business.

Five people in Norman's group are here.

If he wants to do it, he's gonna have to kill five DEA agents together, and he can't afford DEA's revenge.

Norman looked at his face and laughed.

Until he slowly pulled a one-third palm-sized iron box out of his chest, and he shook it in his ear and listened to the subtle banging sound.

He opened the tiny iron box and took one of the seven or eight capsules and stuffed it in his mouth and swallowed it.

After a moment, he raised his head slowly, twisting his shoulders back and forth a few times, his face became red and the pain on his left arm gradually faded.

He lowered his head and looked at Guzman across the street: "Take out the money. Otherwise, I'll have you all killed right away! ”

Guzman's anger, which was about to be suppressed by reality, spawned: “You...”

Suddenly, a string of sirens sounded, and the speed approached here quickly.

Everyone on both sides stood still and looked out the window.

Guzman slapped the table and stood up: "Norman, you want to eat black! ”

Norman smiled in disdain: "No culture. ”

There was a little brother behind Guzman who couldn't help but stick it in his ear: "Boss, eating black is not a cop. ”

Guzman's feverish head is a little sober and feels overreacted.

Norman said again at this moment, "Forget it, you idiot, you're gonna die before it's too late! I'll take you to your house tomorrow and kill you and your two Birch daughters! ”

Guzman's reluctantly repressed anger finally stopped, and the sound of some “kill him” hovering around his head suddenly became louder.

He yelled, “Flower Q! Go to hell! Kill him. ”

In a roar, Guzman pulled a pistol out of his waist and fired a shot at Mikey in front of him...

He was turning his head, trying to convince his boss, Norman, to stop stirring up each other's McGee, and without any chance of reaction, he had an extra hole in his head and jumped into the street instantly.

Guzman, this sudden outbreak has left everyone overwhelmed - except Norman.

He seemed to have seen through everything a long time ago, smiling strangely, pulling the revolver out of his waist.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Six shots in a row, all shot at Guzman.

And the ghost made it one step behind Guzman, who gave Mikey a shot, only to shoot Norman in the stomach, and the two fell back and forth.

Two bosses, this is like a burst of duels in a western cowboy movie, making people on both sides stand still for almost half a second.

Then everyone drinks and curses and touches the handle of the gun.

Bang, bang!

“Ah!”

“Ahhh! ”

“Ahhh! ”

Gunshots blend in, and the smell of smoke fills the room almost instantly.

Ten seconds later, everyone in the room fell to the ground.

The room suddenly quieted down from the extreme noise.

Most of the gang members and DEA agents had physical convulsions and a powerless groan in their mouths.

Only one person slowly climbed up from the ground.

Norman looked at a bunch of people lying around and suddenly he laughed, "Damn, you all deserve to die. ”

After that, he leaned back against the wall a few steps: “Mine, these are mine. The money is mine and the goods are mine. Ha-ha-ha. ”

And just moments ago, a squad of patrol police vehicles were on their way to the scene of a shootout in the Upper City.

There was a guy in the car with a walkie-talkie and he said, "You don't have to pick me up. I took a ride. ”

Speaking of which, he looked at a cop in the back seat with a grin on his face: "Sorry, dude, my car just crashed into the maintenance department. ”

What can the patrol say.

He knows the co-pilot on this guy.

A lot of people in the NYPD have heard this guy's name, and this patrol cop is no exception.

Even when he was a cop, he was largely “implicated” by this guy.

"Just call me Kenny, Sergeant John McLane. ”

John: “Okay, Kenny. Wait till we get to the place. You guys keep your eyes peeled and don't stand in the middle of the road, all right? ”

Kenny: “We've learned how to deal with large-scale shootouts, Sergeant McLane. ”

John looks the same, his mouth curls: “How many guns have you been shot at? Do you know how many shots a man can take without dying? ”

Kenny: “... OK, I'll hide. ”

The two men had just finished and suddenly heard a dense gunshot.

John looked almost unconsciously to the left of the street, raising his hand and saying, “Is there a shootout here? Behind that apartment building. ”

Immediately after driving a dozen steering wheels, the patrol rushed into the street and turned to the apartment building in the back, where the three police cars followed closely.

More than ten minutes later, John walked out of the apartment in his face.

Touching a small camera on his chest, he pulled out his phone and started calling: "Boss, I'm having a little trouble here. ”

Dustin relentlessly shifted his gaze away from Jennifer's lawyer: “Says. ”

Shit, how easy is it for him to find a chance to laze all night? Fucking John!

Lawyer Jennifer grinned at his face and stood up and walked to the bathroom.

Dustin watched as he swallowed his mouth and spit, his heart beating steadily.

But there was bad news in the earpiece that made his heart beat: “I found a bunch of bodies here, four DEA agents, six of whom were supposed to be traffickers. Only one DEA senior agent, Norman Stanfield, was seriously injured. ”

“What's going on?” Dustin turned his attention away from Jennifer immediately, not noticing a crack in the bathroom door.

John gauged around and spoke quickly while keeping his voice down.

Dustin, listening to his debriefing, had climbed out of bed and started wearing clothes with his head clamped to the phone.

A few minutes later, Dustin held onto the shower gel that lawyer Jennifer had thrown at her, gave her a kiss and said that there was a case and she was leaving the room immediately.

Leaving lawyer Jennifer standing still for a while, she shook her head helplessly: "That's the job. ”

Of course she can't blame Dustin.

In fact, she hasn't left Dustin alone in the house twice or twice.

When she put the shower gel back on, she mumbled thoughtfully: "What's the case this time? I don't know if it's gonna come to me. ”

When she spoke, she shook her head immediately: "What are you thinking? Reyes, that woman won't make it easy for me to get a big case unless she wants me to back up the pot. ”

At night, the NYPD was in a mess, and Luke and Selena were in their sweet dreams.

In the early morning, Luke was summoned by Dustin to the police station.