Shang Ge, the vice president of the Elite Shooting Club, is a stylish man, don't look in his forties, but he has a charm of his own, with a thin mustache, which looks very sexy. Of course, Sean wasn't gay, but he thought this guy must be very attractive to women, and said, "You're not going to let me sit down." ”。

"Of course, please be seated!". As soon as Shange came in from the other party, he looked at Sean with the eyes that he had practiced for a long time, and this kind of look he often did in his own mirror, which was not annoying, but somewhat condescending. During negotiations, he can often stare at the other party for a long time until the other party admits defeat.

But Sean obviously didn't care about him, and before the other party stared at him for a second, he directly asked for a seat.

Sean glanced at him, then pulled his chair forward and sat down, Shange intending to stare at the other again. However, after Sean sat down, he didn't give him a chance at all, took out a notebook and a pen from his inner pocket, and asked without raising his head: "Name!"

What does this policeman mean? Shangge was a little angry, but he didn't show any dissatisfaction, just a little dissatisfaction in his tone, and said, "Mr. Detective, are you interrogating the prisoner?"

"Sorry, I just wanted to introduce myself, my name is Sean, your name!". Sean laughed and said, "Look, I'm making the same mistake again! The guard said they had a very good vice president named Shange!".

Shange raised his eyebrows and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you." ”。

"Me too!". Sean said, "Are you ready, I want you a few questions!".

"Of course. ”。 Shange asked, "What's going on?"

Hearing this guy say this, Sean felt that this guy was very dishonest and was scrambling to be the first in every way, and he wanted to ask him a question, but he agreed. But instead he asked himself, "What happened?". This can be analyzed in psychology as this guy has a sense of superiority. And he's a madman at heart. Of course. It may not be so strict, but there is definitely a tendency to do so.

Sean also ignored him and asked, "On the 10th of this month, your club bought several new guns, including an M25 sniper rifle, where is it now?".

"What's wrong with it?". Shange asked.

Damn B, why haven't you finished playing yet? Sean said, "Mr. Shange, can you cooperate with the CBI investigation?"

"I'm cooperating!". Shange said.

"Thanks! where is the M25 sniper rifle?". Sean continued.

"It's all in the treasury, and no member wants to use them today. ”。 Shange said.

"Everything?". Sean noticeably noticed his wording. He asked, "Are there a lot of them?"

Shange said, "There are two of them!".

"Can I take a look? This is important!". Sean said.

"Yes!". Shange also disliked Sean a little, and said, "I'll ask the storekeeper to take you there!" As he spoke, he pressed the internal phone and picked up the microphone. Attach it to the ear. It won't be a while. He said, "Rice, come to my office!"

"Click!". With just one sentence, Shange hung up the phone. Sean said to himself: "This person is very confident, and he can't tolerate any rebuttals. Of course, this is still within the normal range! It's not a mental illness. ”。

Neither of them spoke, and Shange just looked at Sean like that, and the latter ignored him at all, swiping a little bit on the little notebook. I don't know what I'm writing.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. "Dangdangdang".

"Please come in!". Shange looked Sean in the eye and moved to the door.

The door opened, and in entered, a man in his mid-fifties, who was not the only one who was a little shorter than Sean, wearing a white shirt with half sleeves and jeans. The nasolabial folds on both sides of the nose are heavy, and the beard is cleanly shaved. Black hair curls on top of the scalp.

"Rice, this is Detective Sean from the Bureau of Investigation!". Shange put his hands on the armrests of his chair and said, "He's going to see the M25 sniper rifle, you take him there." ”。

"Yes, sir. ”。 The man who came in said.

"Thank you for your cooperation!". Sean said to Shange, got up from his chair, and said, "Let's go now! I don't want to waste taxpayers' money." ”。

"You're such a good detective!". Shange said behind his desk.

"Thank you. ”。 Sean replied, as if he was very familiar with the man's back, walked out of the office with him, and said, "Is he always like this?"

"Huh!". The man chuckled lightly and whispered, "He's actually a good person!"

"Of course, it will be seen over time!". Sean and Rice walked side by side.

This is a shooting club, so for the convenience of the members, there are several gun houses in the gun room. All of them are in the vicinity of various target areas.

However, the gun depot that Royce took Sean to belongs to the general depot, and there is still a certain distance from the target area. There are four guards on duty at the door, and it seems that their big boss still attaches great importance to the safety here.

Seeing Rice coming, several guards greeted him. Then they went about their own business.

This is a large iron door, and it is also a special security door, and as soon as Sean enters behind Rice, it feels like entering an arsenal, and the gun racks on the walls around this warehouse are full of guns, all kinds of guns;

Sean felt like he was almost in time for Murphy's gun shop. Of course, there are not so many gun tricks here, M4 Carbine, Beretta, Sand Eagle, and some MP series, which are probably these. Sniper rifles are also available, but only a few.

Les pointed to the wall on the left and said, "Which!~ just those two!".

Sean looked in the direction of his finger and saw two identical spears on a gun carriage on the left, next to the side. Sean then walked over, picked up one of them, looked at it, and said, "Are these guns registered?".

"Of course!". Rice said.

Sean looked at the M25 sniper rifle in his hand, which was about eighty percent new, and put it down. Take out another one, this one looks like a new gun. He opened his mouth and asked, "The tenth of this month." Which one are you putting in storage?".

"It's in your hands!". Rice said.

"What is the registration time?". Sean asked.

"I need to look it up!". Rice said, "Do you want to go along?"

"Of course!". As he spoke, Sean took out a small notebook from his pocket, copied the numbers of the two guns on it, and said, "Let's go!"

Les nodded, walked out of the gun room with Sean, went to a room outside, followed him out of a filing cabinet, took out a file bag from a filing cabinet, took out a few more pieces of paper from it, and handed it to Sean.

The latter took it and looked at it. Sure enough, on the 11th of this month, an M25 was registered, and it was registered directly with the shooting club.

Sean copied a copy of the information on it. said, "Thank you." Rice!". After that, he handed the text back.

Les took it and put it back in the file bag. said, "That's it?".

"Of course. Your manager Shange won't let me stay for lunch!". Sean smiled and said, "Then I'm leaving!".

“OK！”。 Les said, "Goodbye Detective Sean!".

Sean took out the large toad mirror from his inner pocket, put it on his eyes, and waved his hand as he walked out.

When he got out of the club, turned a few corners, and came out immediately. There was a long-legged girl standing next to the guardhouse at the door! She was cross-legged, as if she was talking to the guard.

"Hey!Theresa!". Sean said hello. Walked to the door.

"No thanks!". Theresa said to the two guards inside, walked side by side with Sean, and said, "How's it going?"

Sean took out the notebook, showed it to Theresa, and said, "The action is fast, it was originally a black gun, but now it is legal." I don't think Lansborn's death has anything to do with the people at this club!".

"Okay!". Theresa returned the notebook to Sean and said, "Where are we going next?".

"Landry Street!". Sean said.

"Pretty good!". Theresa said.

"What's good!". Sean turned to look at her.

"That's a good Chinese restaurant!". Theresa said, "I love the roast beef there!".

"yes! The Landry Gang is pretty good, too! There have been four big fights in the last three years!". As soon as Sean spoke, he got into his own Audi, and he saw that Theresa was also sitting up, lit the fire, and asked, "You didn't drive?".

"Yes, I'll let Killy use them!". Theresa said.

Sean nodded without speaking, flicked the accelerator, and drove the Audi onto the asphalt in the direction of Landry Street.

Soon, he drove into the destination of his trip, Landry Street, which also belongs to the edge of the city of Sacramento, and glanced at the street outside, only to see whether it was a supermarket storefront or an apartment building. As long as it is exposed, almost all of it is covered in graffiti. There seems to be some pattern to these graffiti, and every few must appear an "L" running through the skull's head;

This graffiti portrait should be painted by a master, and it is very three-dimensional. It's like that kind of 3D one.

"The first time I came here to take a taxi, I remember what the driver said, he said, 'Dude, I'm just going to get you here! The rest of the way is up to you!'"

"You're scared?". Theresa was visibly confused.

"Almost!". Sean turned the steering wheel and looked at the sides of the roadside and said, "I thought, there are gangsters like New York in Sacramento!

Sean pulls into a public parking lot and is about to reverse and get in the right position. Theresa was still sitting next to him, but at this moment, he saw a woman who had been leaning against the wall, wearing heavy makeup, and showing her breasts, came over, bent down on Sean's car window, revealing two huge breasts, and said, "Hani, do you want to be accompanied?"

"Are you just soliciting customers like this and aren't you afraid of being beaten?". Sean said in a deep voice, "Find someone else!".

The woman raised her eyebrows indifferently, walked back, lit a cigarette, and squatted on the ground at the next few people. The style is very hip-hop and provocative enough to hook the fingers.

At this time, there were several bikers on the street as they passed by a yellow man. Scolded in English: "Silly bi, yellow * breeding pig." ”。 And gesture with the middle finger. Sean even saw a little Taibao in the back seat of the locomotive, showing his ass at the yellow man.

"These are scum!". Sean reversed the car, extinguished the fire, and said.

"They can't change it! they're used to it!" Theresa said.

The woman who was dressed unusually cool, after hooking her hands, one of the little Taibao, who was wearing a black headscarf, walked over, and the attitude of the two people was ambiguous. Muttered a few words. Then the little Taibao licked his tongue, shook the woman's plump chest hard, and said, "Words count!"

Then the little Taibao turned around and waved at the five people in his group. He said, "Hey, come here!". As he spoke, he raised his chin at Sean's Audi. A group of six people. limping (hey, afraid to break the style!) surrounded the Audi.

The kid with the turban on his head was clearly the head of the group, wearing a black skull vest with his arms exposed. There is also a capital "L" on that diagram. And he also has a tattoo of the same pattern on his left shoulder.

The other kid was dressed in a variety of ways. But they have a similar logo on their bodies, either on their chests or on their jeans.

Sean and Theresa had just gotten out of the car at this time. Just look at one of the strong men, this guy is even stronger than Zhao Feng, and his brain is like a watermelon. Tilt your head and pout your nostrils. Still holding a bunch of keys in his hand, he said, "Your car is scratched." ”。

"Your hand is broken!". Sean looked at him through the big toad glass.

The big head was a little angry when he heard it, he said that your car was spent, and he wanted to give the other party a dismount, and then deliberately scratched the car with the key. This belongs to finding faults, which is called a cannon in our Northeast China.

But Sean said without showing weakness, "Your hand is broken", which means that I understand what you are going to do, if you don't want to break your hand, be honest! Of course this guy is in a hurry.

If anyone is used to being domineering and meets someone who dares to resist, of course he will be angry, he is used to living in this environment, so he will have this kind of temperament, if he is reasonable, then what else to say!

But the big head may be angry and laughing, "hehe" and said, "yes". As he spoke, he used the key in his hand to scrape Sean's Audi.

But now Sean, how quickly did he react? When the key didn't even touch his car, the back fist exploded with full force, and with a "bang", it was simmering on the other party's mouth and nose triangle. Don't look at this guy's big lump. But the nose and mouth that were punched by Sean were bleeding. "Whoop" fell to the ground, and immediately fainted.

The boys in the back didn't see it well, and the other party even dared to fight back? This is going to be against God! From the trouser pockets and belts, they all wore small bits and pieces, such as butterfly dance knives and small chains.

But can Sean be afraid of them now? A thug who grabbed his left hand, and the thug next to him, who had not fully drawn the knife, struck a flat blow to his right elbow, almost killing the man directly. The huge impact force actually knocked him into the air by nearly two meters, and even overwhelmed one.

"I'M CAO YOUR MOTHER, DARE TO DO IT! KILL HIM!". The little head with black silk wrapped around his head, seeing that Sean said that he would do it, and he quickly injured his two people, he immediately reached out and took out the knife from his waist, beckoned his accomplices, and rushed over, about to stab Sean to death.

It's still the same sentence, it's too late and that it's fast, it's less than three seconds in total! Theresa was on the other side of the car at this time, and when she saw this situation, she directly pulled out her gun, and wanted to fire a warning shot!

But at this moment, these hip-hop people, the little Taibao, didn't wait for their legs, and they no longer dared to move. And stunned on the spot.

Because Sean's hands, as fast as lightning, drew two guns from his armpits and waist, one pointed at the few thugs next to him, and the other pointed at the kid with the silk on his head.

"Hey, no...... Dude ......". This small-headed person was also stupid when he saw this situation. Didn't he just muttered a few words to that prodigal girl, and he would definitely be able to be happy and happy for her, but he didn't expect to run into hard stubble.

But this kid's face was still a little bit unstable for a while, so he pretended to be calm and said, "Hey...... No...... Dude".

Who the is your dude? Sean shook his right hand like lightning and struck the guy on the head with a gun. Flipped the kid over on the spot. Then he kicked away a switchblade that he had dropped on the ground. He turned around and said, "Kneel on the ground and hold your heads in your hands!"

Seeing that the remaining three people hesitated slightly, Sean jumped up suddenly, and pointed a pistol at the kid on the left of it. With a "hum!" sound, he knelt on the ground with his hands on his stomach, and then fell to the ground in pain.

"I said kneeling on the ground with your head in your hands!". Sean glared, this time there were two boys left. There were exactly two guns, one of which was pointed at one.

When these little thugs saw this tall man in a suit, he was too arrogant, how could the remaining two people dare to resist? Hurriedly "coo" and knelt on the ground. Hold your head with both hands.

Theresa, who was on the other side of the car, didn't say anything, but raised her eyebrows and reinserted the pistol into the holster. Slowly, I was spared. (To be continued)

The book lover building is updated the fastest, please http://www.shumilou.com/?nd=999

http://www.shumilou.com/?nd=999

Collection of book lovers (http://www.shumilou.com

www.shumilou.com)。