At four o'clock in the morning, the crackdown operations in various places ended one after another, nine members of the National Committee of Gangsters were arrested one by one, more than 16,000 gang members were killed in the entire clean-up operation, and the top 200 criminal groups in the United States were dealt a devastating blow. However, the anti-crime workload in the United States is still very heavy.

There are about 20,000 gang organizations in the United States, with more than 1 million members, and the anti-gang task force has eliminated less than 1 percent of the gangs tonight, so the FBI still has a long way to go in its anti-gang work.

After the crackdown, the members of the National Committee of Gangsters were taken en masse to New York for interrogation, and all the gangsters who were killed were sent to the suburbs for incineration, which was the darkest night in modern times in the United States, and more than 16,000 people were brought to justice on the spot without trial. Yes, in this world, the winner is always king, the loser is the villain, and strength determines everything.

After the nine members of the National Committee of Gangsters were taken to New York, the commander-in-chief, John Michael McConnell, interrogated them overnight, and John Michael McConnell had to get their confessions to John before noon.

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In the dark basement, nine members of the National Committee of Gangsters were taken to the interrogation room, and nine people sat around a huge round table with handcuffs and anklets, and no one spoke.

"Bang dang!"

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open.

John Michael McConnell walked in with a few special forces, came to the round table, pulled out an empty chair and sat down.

"It's not easy to get a few people together!" said John Michael McConnell as he sat down and smiled, as if he were chatting with some old friends.

"You bastard, whoever you are, you're going to die, I'm going to kill your wife, your son, and even your dog. The godfather of the Bonano family roared angrily at John Michael McConnell, his men, his wife, his son, and his dog had all been killed on the spot.

John Michael McConnell looked at the roaring godfather of the Bonano family and didn't reply, he directly pulled out a gun from his waist and shot at the godfather's head, and he was still angry when he ran out of 15 bullets in the magazine in one go, and got up and picked up the rifle of the special forces next to him and swept the body of the godfather of the Bonano family for a while, until the bullet was gone.

"I hate people threatening me, who else wants to threaten me?" John Michael McConnell tossed the rifle to the special forces next to him, returned to his chair and sat down, taking out a new magazine from his waist and loading it on, as he looked around at the godfathers around him.

Several godfathers looked at the godfather of the Bonano family who was beaten into a mess, and chose to be silent, John Michael McConnell's ruthlessness has exceeded their knowledge of state officials, not to mention women, even their dogs have not been spared, more ruthless than them.

"Since no one is talking, I'll continue. John Michael McConnell looked at the godfathers and said in a cold tone. "You guys have made my little boss very unhappy these days, my little boss is not happy, I am not happy, I am not happy, you don't want to be happy. Usually you kill, set fires, rape, sell drugs, smuggle...... , my little boss is too lazy to pay attention to you ants, drop the price. But this time you dare to instigate the Negro to riot, why do you really think you are a character?" John Michael McConnell finished speaking and glanced at several godfathers, many of whom died from self-inflicted efforts, and these people in front of him were.

"We don't know what kind of riot you are talking about, we didn't break the law, we want to see a lawyer, we have the right to find a lawyer. "The godfather of the Buyano family came up with the old way of dealing with the police – getting a lawyer. He has money, and he can find a team of lawyers to slowly fight a lawsuit with the government.

Gangsters always break the law while protecting themselves. That's the loveliness of the law, protecting both the good and the bad.

"God has the final say on whether you have sinned or not, and I am only responsible for arranging for you to see him. John Michael McConnell said as he raised his pistol without warning and blew the head of the godfather of the Buyano family, who was looking for a lawyer.

"Who else is looking for a lawyer?"

John Michael McConnell looked around, several godfathers dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, John Michael McConnell killed people without saying a word, more like a gangster godfather than them.

"Let's not waste time, give you a chance, I can not kill the first person to confess, and the rest of the people are embarrassed, so I can only send you on your way. John Michael McConnell finished looking at the godfathers.

A few godfathers, you look at me, I look at you, you didn't speak, betraying the gang is a big taboo.

John Michael McConnell saw that no one spoke, he picked up the gun and started killing from the godfather of the Luches family closest to him, all the way clockwise, exploding the head of a godfather every two seconds, he didn't take the lives of these godfathers in his eyes at all, these people said the same as not saying it, not saying that he could kill them all, and then preparing a "confession" for these people, he knew what kind of confession John needed, as for the truth or falsehood, it is not so important, it is better for people to die, and dead people can shut up.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Every time a gunshot rang out in the interrogation room, a godfather was shot in the head, red and white objects sprayed everywhere, and the whole room was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

"Boom!"

Another godfather was shot in the head, when the blood and brains with temperature sprayed on the face of Peter Gorti, the godfather of the Gambino family next to him, this godfather couldn't resist it, usually killing people like hemp does not mean that he is not afraid of death, especially after watching several living people being killed one by one in front of his eyes, and the muzzle of the gun is getting closer and closer to him, he can't bear it.

"I say, I say, I'll say anything! Don't kill me!" Peter Gottti, the godfather of the Gambino family, looked at John Michael McConnell in horror. John Michael McConnell was a devil in his eyes, a bloody headshot with a guns, and he didn't fluctuate when he shot them, treating them like chickens and ducks.

"Good!" John Michael McConnell raised the corners of his mouth, gun raised, ready to kill the remaining two godfathers.

"Don't shoot, I'm willing to confess!"

The other godfather couldn't bear it either.

"I'm sorry, I'm a heavy commitment person. ”

John Michael McConnell blew off the godfather's head, along with the other godfather's head.

"I'm going to get your confession in an hour, and my boss is still waiting to see. John Michael McConnell patted Peter Gotti on the shoulder, then left the interrogation room, handing over the interrogation to the people below.

After the confession was recorded, he was sent on the road and dragged to the suburbs to be incinerated. ”

John Michael McConnell came out of the interrogation room and gave an order to his assistant, promising not to kill Peter Gottie, but did not say that he would not let anyone else kill him, as long as he did not die at his hands.

Peter Gorti has a big hidden danger and must be cut to the roots.