Tuke was recently investigating an incident. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the moment, he is sitting in his office on the top floor of his single-family building in downtown Albuquerque, frowning as he reads an investigative report stolen from the Los Angeles Police Department.

Confused, and angry, his brown forehead wrinkled with deep lines, and his bald head shone with sweat in the sun.

As the largest Mexican gang in the three southern continents of the United States, Arizona, New Mexico and Texas, Tuke began to reach out to California half a year ago. Just three months ago, a younger brother under his command began to develop offline in Los Angeles, and as for the priority target, it is natural that high school students are high.

In fact, fundamentally speaking, this is not a big deal, those three high school students are just the lowest brothers of the entire gang, and they don't have much "goods" in their hands at all, and they disappear when they go missing, and they don't even care about their tattooed upline, and of course Tuke doesn't need to pay attention to it.

But for a gang leader with ambitions to make the fourth continent, Tuke must take this "first step of expansion" in California seriously. After all, whether it is other smaller Mexican gangs, or many peers, including the Italian mafia and the Chinese Hongmen, they are also staring at their "axe gang" every move, and this face cannot be disgraced.

Therefore, Tuke sent his men to the Los Angeles Police Department to steal the investigation report. He was only going to take a casual glance at it, but as soon as his eyes converged on the article, he couldn't take his eyes off anything.

It doesn't matter what the names of the three high school imps are, what Benjamin, Comike, and the average weight of two hundred pounds or something like that, the first thing that makes Tuku feel extremely depressed is the direct cause of the disappearance of these three imps.

Beat up an elementary school student in a corner outside of their high school and then hit and run!?

Can you lose some more face?

If these three little ghosts beat the elementary school student into a concussion, brain damage, brain atrophy, massive bleeding of internal organs, functional necrosis of the fifth limb, the whole body meridians are broken, and the dantian is ruptured, then even minors will face serious punishment, and it is understandable that the three of them escaped temporarily.

But the report makes it clear that the person who was beaten up by the three of them, who was in the middle of 200 pounds each, was really just a thin Asian boy. And it is clearly recorded that only half an hour after the incident, he swaggered to the teacher to complain under the leadership of his sister!

And the report clearly stated that if it weren't for the bruise on the boy's abdomen, I am afraid that even the evidence of the beating would not have been gathered!

At such an extent, they actually escaped!?

What's this called!?

Just as Tuck was so angry that he almost threw it away, he saw the second one.

That is, the follow-up investigation of the escape.

According to the investigation, the three high school students were likely attacked by serial murderers because police found blood stains with their DNA at the scene. And it's not just a bloodstain, there is a crack in the stone floor of the site, where a total of about a gallon of blood is stored. The investigation revealed that the DNA of the blood belonged to three people, apparently the three high school students.

When he saw what the investigation report said, Tuke had some hard time believing his eyes.

There was a crack in the stone floor, the crack was a third of an inch wide and three inches long, according to the police, and the inside contained space for a gallon of blood!?

Tuke rarely watches sci-fi movies, but at the moment he can't help but wonder if he is really in reality.

Is this really a police report, not a plot from a fantasy comic?

"Oak!"

Putting down the report, Tuke shouted at the door.

Soon, a sturdy black man walked into the room, his swarthy head shining brightly, wearing a brown-black waistcoat, and the tendons on his arms were extremely well developed and shaped.

"BOSS, YOU CALL ME. ”

Hearing Oak's deep voice, Tuke waved the report in his hand and said, "Have you read this police investigation?"

“No，Sir。 ”

"Then you can take a look now, and give me a feeling after reading it!"

Oak honestly stood still.

"BOSS, I CAN'T READ. ”

Tuke blinked.

"Useless stuff, get out of here!"

“yep，Sir。 ”

Driving away the janitor full of muscles, Tuke looked helplessly at the report in his hand.

He knew that this was actually not a big deal, and it didn't matter how the three high school students disappeared, it had nothing to do with him.

But people are curious, and anyone who sees such a police report cannot remain indifferent, after all, it is so unbelievably written. But the problem is, the Los Angeles police really kept such a report solemnly, otherwise, how could the little brother he sent steal it again?

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out, so if I don't understand it, don't think about it, Tuke looked at his watch, it's noon, if it's about the same, the little brother he just sent to the south of the city will be able to receive the new goods immediately.

The purity of 99.2% is good poison, but it can be sold for a lot of money!

Emotionally, he looked out the window, where a black Lincoln sedan was driving by.

"Hey, look, there's an old Mo watching our car. ”

Holding the bright red chilled pomegranate juice from her glass, Alice was intrigued to discover that just as the car passed by a dilapidated single-family building, a bald Mexican looked at them.

"Albuquerque does have a lot of Mexican descent, but we don't have a lot of contact with them in general. ”

Sitting across from Alice, Bill Gates' gaze never took off her from the beginning.

The agreed meeting date finally arrived, and just before picking up the plane at the airport, Gates was still speculating about the identity of the other party. Through the last call, he was absolutely sure that the other party was a young girl, and she was a rather willful girl, and she could miss the appointment for a business meeting in order to travel with friends.

And Gates couldn't help but find out that he really had to deal with the other party's willfulness. After all, for Microsoft, which has been skipping tickets for two months and may not be able to make products at the end of the year, it really needs this operating system sent by the other party.

Fortunately, he can be sure of the sincerity of the other party's cooperation, after all, the system shows Microsoft's LOGO on the boot interface. Otherwise, no matter how much he asks for others, in the face of such a willful partner, Gates can't help but scold the street.

But after actually meeting this girl, all his previous negative emotions were left behind.

If there were doubts in the first moment of meeting, after going through a conversation all the way, Gates was fully sure that there really was a genius in this world. He was amazed that a twelve-year-old girl, a girl who had just graduated from elementary school, could talk about her experience with programming at all times.

"So Miss Wang, and Mrs., it's noon now, before going to Microsoft for a formal meeting, let's go to a roadside restaurant for a meal, what do you think?"

"Very good, don't bother too much, just look for a fast food restaurant nearby. ”

Sophie said politely.

Mother and daughter were a matter of course, after all, it was a flight to meet with some businessmen, and Sophie would follow Alice to Albuquerque anyway. Because of this, when Gates first saw Sophie, he thought it was an adult who made Windows, and Alice, who answered the phone, was just interrupting.

Since she was looking for a place to eat, Alice immediately poked her head into the street outside: "There are a lot of fried chicken restaurants in your city, but it's better to eat less at McDonald's or something, are there any Chinese restaurants?"

"I'm really sorry, the number of Chinese in Albuquerque is close to zero, and if you don't want to go to a regular restaurant to waste time, you can only eat hamburger fast food. ”

Gates happily flipped through the product instructions given to him by Alice, but he didn't look at it closely: "There is a good brother fried chicken shop around the corner of this street, and the food there tastes very good, or we can eat there now, and then go to the company." ”

The three of them were indeed a little hungry, but fortunately, both Gates and Alice belonged to the category of "programmed apes", and even if this was supposed to be a business meal in nature, they only decided to pass it with hamburgers. In this way, the Lincoln sedan specially rented by Gates slowly stopped in front of a fast-food restaurant, and Alice was the first to walk out.

"Good brother fried chicken restaurant...... Gee. ”

Don't think that the hamburger fried chicken restaurants in the United States have been dominated by McDonald's KFC, just like Häagen-Dazs is only touted as a high-end product in China, but Alice is also the first time to enter this fast food restaurant, although she has long known that the "Good Brother" brand is a well-known chain brand in several continents.

After taking a seat, Gates undoubtedly ordered food for Alice's mother and daughter, and Sophie looked out the window, across the road, opposite the fried chicken restaurant, a small house.

"Vivi, look, there's a police car parked there. ”

Alice looked around, and indeed, not far from the house, a police car carrying four police officers was parked there.

"Do you need that many people for patrols?"

Alice frowned and teased, "It seems that the security in Albuquerque is not very good." ”