Neighborhood-gang can be translated as community gang, neighborhood gang, but if you had to translate it on the weekend, it would definitely translate it as 'gang territory'. This translation is a bit derogatory to the police, but looking at the graffiti of different gangs everywhere in the neighborhoods where some Mexicans gather is like declaring territorial sovereignty, and it makes people sigh, 'Should the police be degraded?' ’。

One wall in New Mexico (don't dare to use your real name, please forgive me) is covered in Mexican-style graffiti, which is completely different from black graffiti, except for the various colors that make it impossible to see what the purpose is, except for a black pistol and the blood dripping from the muzzle of the gun.

Two meters in front of the wall are full of bullet casings, some of which are still flashing fluorescent under the light of police lights, and judging from the density of bullet casings, the scene must go through at least hundreds of shots to arrange such a dense array of bullet casings.

Further on, there is a very narrow street, this street can pass by up to two cars side by side, unfortunately, on this street is parked an SUV full of bullet holes, the black car and the bullet holes with silver-white edge marks are covered with the front body facing the graffiti wall, just from the current scene environment, it looks like an SUV parked on the side of the road has been pressed by several people with machine guns to sweep there......

In the SUV, two FBI detectives who had long been dead were extremely miserable, the driver was shot in at least three places in the face, and the companion in the passenger seat was shot through the neck and chest, both of them were like blood gourds.

"Sir. You can't go in there...... Mr. ......"

Several patrol officers have cordoned off the scene. Detectives from the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Bureau, as well as forensic officers and forensic doctors, are busy working under the police lights. Outside the yellow line. When Justin and Joe arrived, Joe's naturally wicked face turned sluggish after seeing the situation in front of them, and when the patrolman stopped them, Joe suddenly burst into a rage, "You won't let us in? Then-he-mom-- when you die on the street one day, and the case falls into the hands of the FBI, can I not let them in to see you for the last time! ”

"Joe!"

After showing his ID, Justin lifted the yellow line and pushed Joe in, saying to the patrolman, "I'm sorry. Our man died, and he had some ...... Can't control your emotions. ”

After entering the scene, Joe didn't care about the others, and walked to the SUV by himself, he looked at his colleagues sitting in the SUV, the face that became a little unapproachable with all kinds of pride on weekdays softened a little, he was used to speaking ill of anyone, and when he saw the two corpses in front of him, he almost scolded his grief with an irrepressible emotion: "I tell you, stay away from them, and wait for support." I said it! ”

"Why don't you listen to ......"

"Why...... Don't listen to ......"

Joe reached out to hold the bullet-riddled door, and as he looked down, he let out a beastly muffled voice at the shattered window, "Hmm!!! ”

……

Fifteen minutes ago. The weekend never knew that he had escaped a life-and-death catastrophe simply because he was afraid of death.

After watching Nicholas leave, the FBI's SUV chased out of the back of his car and really felt shocked on the weekend, he didn't expect that it was the FBI who followed him, thinking that the third SUV was the back hand of Nicholas, a drug lord. To tell the truth, just now, when he was emotional, he really had the urge to drive to catch up, and if Chekov was in the car, he would probably have caught up...... Now that I think about it, I feel a chill in the back of my neck.

Fortunately, he is not greedy, otherwise it is really hard to imagine what it is like to be sandwiched between three SUVs, this kind of is not something that a patrol officer can deal with, if he has a whole department in his hands on the weekend, he is very willing to compare with the other party a few times.

In the dead of night, Weekend opened the car door and rushed to the garbage heap, and took out the package in the black garbage bag from the garbage can in the night, and at that second, he squatted on the side of the road like a waste picker and looked at the crystals in the garbage bag, took a photo with his mobile phone, and took only one of them.

He didn't need much, as long as he could scrape together enough chips at the negotiating table, which included calling Everd to ask for the last seizure of the methamphetamine test sheet in Montec, and then spending the night in Adam's sealed lab to test the crystals in his hand, and compare the two ...... Plus everything you saw tonight...... Enough is enough.

……

Also fifteen minutes ago, Nicholas was sitting in an SUV and had just left the wandering area, and he was sitting behind the driver, because this position had the highest survival rate at the time of the crash.

"BOSS, we might be targeted."

The bald head of the car said when Nicholas was looking out of the car in a daze: "We have gone around four blocks, and the car has no intention of giving up." ”

Nicholas glanced back, and sure enough, in the rear window, he found an SUV with the exact same model as them, following closely in the traffic: "Can you tell who it is?" ”

"I can't tell, but I can see why they're following us." After the bald head said this, he stepped on the accelerator and slammed the steering wheel at the same time, and the SUV suddenly accelerated and changed lanes in the process of driving smoothly, and the searchlight in front of the car shook out violently from the traffic, and then overtook the jeep in front.

The bald head took out his mobile phone and habitually dialed a phone number with a convenient dialing method: "Points." ”

He only said one word, and the two SUVs were at the intersection in the shape of a "person", one rushed into the highway and the other turned into a fork in the road.

At that time, the bald head glanced at the reversing mirror with his eyelids, and the SUV behind the car was still with him.

What he doesn't know is that it's not that the SUV behind him doesn't give up, it's that people don't think you people can run at all. Don't forget that this is downtown Los Angeles, and it's too hard to get out of the car here, just need the help to get there and force the car into the locked pocket. The helicopter in the air, plus the patrol police, the FBI, and the SWAT, can't even fly a bird!

“BOSS。 They're coming for you. People from the police. ”

Nicholas nodded and said, "It can only be the police, I know that the only person I came to Los Angeles is the idiot I have just met, and he doesn't have the courage to send someone to kill his father." After saying this, he put his hand on the bald shoulder of the driver's seat: "I can't be arrested here, even if I have to go to jail, I only want to go to Mexico." ”

"That's why I pay $1 million a year to hire you to shave your head."

The bald head nodded and said, "I'll make your money worth it." ”

He said to the phone that did not hang up: "Go to the designated point and prepare, and throw the car away." ”

Airplanes.

The SUV picks up speed like crazy on the road. Apparently no longer caring if he was stopped by the police on speeding charges.

"They're speeding up again?"

After the FBI detective drove and bit the other party tightly, he frowned in wonder: "Do you need to report?" ”

"Nonsense, do you think Nicholas's car is full of light-fart-stock-?" After he said this, he dialed Joe's mobile phone: "Joe, we need air support, the other side is driving fast, we are now driving towards ......"

Joe's voice came from the phone: "Don't get too close, we're not ready yet, now, we're in contact with the police...... Without them, you can't control the road situation. ”

The FBI detective with the phone was just about to respond when he found his partner slowly parked the car on the side of the road. He held the phone and urged: "Chase! ”

"Chase!"

There was not a single car moving on the empty street, in an unfamiliar environment. They completely lost no trace of Nicholas almost in a single turn.

"Joe, we may, lose ......" The FBI detective straightened his palms and raised his hands to his face in annoyance after hanging up the phone: "If we catch him, we can get at least $62,000 a year and be promoted...... FUC……”

At that time, the street they parked on was so narrow that they could only drive two cars side by side; At that time, there was a wall opposite them, and the walls were covered with graffiti; At that time, there was a small supermarket on the other side of them, and the glass of the supermarket was still flashing with colored light tubes......

Airplanes!!

The roar of the car suddenly sounded, and an SUV fell out of the alley by the wall, and then the car drew an arc with the butt of the car and stopped the front of the car at the FBI, and the headlights were shaking so that they couldn't open their eyes at all.

Airplanes.

There was another roar of the car, or the SUV roaring at a distance not too far away, and when the two cars were staggered, the sound of braking put the two cars on a parallel line, except that they were facing different directions, even the exhaust pipe at the rear of the car was steaming hot in the constant trembling.

Nicholas's inky window fell, and he poked his face out of the car, and as he put one hand on the window and the other with a cigar to his lips, he leaned down and said, "You want to catch me?" ”

"Huh."

He smiled, so disdainfully that the smile on his face had turned to ferocity almost as soon as it was revealed.

Airplanes!!!

The third car roared, Nicholas's car drove away quickly, and the attention-grabbing Nicholas disappeared from sight for a second, when the car was no longer obscuring the view, the two FBIs, who were turning their heads in the direction of the SUV, just turned their heads and wanted to curse angrily...... But suddenly his eyes widened!

Four bald heads appeared in front of them, four bald heads with AK47s!

The FBI, who was driving the car, subconsciously reached out to block it......

Da, da......, da

The guns rang out in a row, and the bullet casings popped out of the AK47's body, and the tongue of fire seemed to never stop, causing each gun to tremble in their hands under the bald head's extreme control.

At the same time, the bullets hit the FBI's car, and the sound of "bump, bump" chiseled out irregularly arranged bullet holes in the car body, and the front window of the car was pierced by the bullet almost the moment the gun rang out, and then shattered inch by inch due to the number of bullets...... Those bullets seemed to be the open mouth of a fierce beast, and the SUV was swallowed alive in an instant.

At the sound of the gunshot, Nicholas glanced back again, and this time, he took the corner of his cigar and drew an arc downward with the corners of his mouth and applauded with satisfaction: "It's worth the money." "In sight, there were four men with AK47s who kept strafing and the hull of the car that shook as it was hit by bullets.

Nicholas's car was abandoned on the side of the road after driving a block, and the bald head of the driver got out of the car and opened the door respectfully: "BOSS, there is no road surveillance here. ”

A total of four people walked down the car, including Nicholas, and they disappeared through the alley and knocked on the back door of a Mexican restaurant, and when the door opened, no one would have thought about how the Mexican drug lord disappeared in Los Angeles!

Half an hour later, on a street about a mile from the scene of the crime, the door of a Mexican restaurant was opened, and Nicholas walked out of the restaurant, no longer wearing the suit, but instead of a waistcoat and Che Guevara's favorite beret, dressed as a photographer, accompanied by a woman who was holding a child who was only a few months old.

"Boss, Talisha will cover you all the way to the Texas border as your wife, and I won't be able to help you then, but I don't know what to do with the seven people hiding in the basement."

The Mexican man who walked out of the restaurant said this to Nicholas, with unconcealed worry on his face.

Nicholas comforted: "Don't worry, they will stay in your basement for a month, wait for the hair to grow back, and will leave one by one." During this month, they won't leave the basement for a single step, all you have to do is send them food and drink every day, and they won't get into trouble. If they are in need, you are responsible for finding them - women, be hidden. ”

Nicholas boarded the van in front of the restaurant and drove the dilapidated van with the woman holding the child in the night...... (To be continued......)