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"Here are 8 ounces of blue angels, ready to do as you want."

A black man sat in the passenger seat of a Cadillac and slapped a small blue paper bag on Brian's hand.

Brian opened the paper bag and took a look, and knew that these were high-purity @card@in, patented by the Rock Killers in Brooklyn.

He took the small paper bag into his arms, and then the black man sitting in the passenger seat looked at him with a wicked smile and asked.

"Where's the money?"

Although he knew the identity of the guy opposite, it didn't mean that he didn't dare to ask the other party for money, in the eyes of their gang of street outlaws, the sky was big, and the dollar was the biggest.

Even if this guy is an FBI agent, how about it? He wanted to take the blue angels from them, and he wanted to give money as well.

Law enforcers also take @drugs, he has seen a lot of such things, and many police officers in Brooklyn are their old customers, so this black man is not afraid of these law enforcement officers.

Brian pulled an envelope out of his arms and slapped it into the other's hand, and the black man opened the envelope, pulled out a stack of green tickets from it, roughly counted them, the numbers were all right, and then prepared to get off the bus.

However, before turning around and getting out of the car, he still turned his head to look at Brian with a hippie smile and asked, "Brian, I know you didn't touch this stuff before, why do you suddenly need so much now?" ”

"Less TJ, get out of my car."

Brian grimaced and yelled at the. If it weren't for the fact that you wanted to get these things out of the hands of these guys. He didn't want any at all. Sit next to him.

The black man shrugged his shoulders and didn't care about Brian's attitude, but before getting out of the car and closing the door, he still said to Brian with a hippie smile: "Next time if you need it, remember to find me!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and got into another wild horse in the alley, and drove away with a loud motor neighing.

And Brian looked at the other party's distant car shadow, and then took out the little blue paper bag and looked at it, with these things. The boy surnamed Kim is dead.

Boy, you'd better pray tomorrow not to drive out, as long as you drive out, Lao Tzu will stop you for inspection, if you are lucky, you will be imprisoned for a few years, if you are unlucky, and you still have the same attitude towards Lao Tzu as today, then your result will be to be killed on the spot.

Anyway, these poisons @ products. It's enough for you to be ruined, eight ounces of @card@in. Just exceeded the U.S. legal limit for possession of drugs.

According to U.S. law, it is a misdemeanor to carry less than 200 grams of poison @ with you, and if you have money, get a good lawyer, or even on the same day, you can walk out of the police station.

But if it exceeds 200 grams, it is a felony, and it is determined to be tried in court, even if your lawyer is in the bull and is sentenced to a few years, it is a trivial matter, as long as the kid surnamed Jin is sentenced to it, whether he can come out at that time is not a matter of his own words.

When the time comes, if you want to rub him round, you can rub him round, and if you want to pinch him flat, you can pinch him flat, and when the time comes, see how can you kid be arrogant in front of Lao Tzu?

In Brian's heart, Jin Muchen's photo has been spent.

All he had to do now was to go to the kid's house and keep an eye on him, and when he was going to leave tomorrow, the phone in the glove box suddenly rang just as Brian was about to start the car and leave Brooklyn to go back to SOHO to keep an eye on him.

He was also taken aback by the sudden ringing of the phone, because this phone was not his own usual phone, it happened to be a disposable phone he had bought before, which was specially used to contact the three bandits he sent to Jin Muchen's house to steal.

Originally, when he came out of Jin Muchen's house, he wanted to throw away the phone, but later considered that he was going to come to Brooklyn to contact his original informant to get the goods, so he didn't rush to throw him away.

Just after turning on the phone to contact his original informant, he forgot about the phone, and at this time, the phone rang suddenly, and he was also startled.

He picked up the phone suspiciously, who was calling it?

Before, no one knew about this phone number except for the three art thieves he had contacted, and Dean he had just contacted, but those three people were dead, could it be that Dean called?

He picked up the phone and took a closer look at the caller number, but it happened to be the number of the phone he handed over to the thief, it must have been Jin Muchen's kid calling, and he answered the phone fiercely.

"What do you want to do?"

"Haha, Agent Brian, haven't you slept so late?"

"Thank you for your concern, if you're calling just to ask about this, can you hang up?"

Brian yelled viciously at Jin Muchen on the other end of the phone, but Jin Muchen's laughter came from the other end of the phone, which sounded so ironic to Brian.

"It's not good for your health to be so angry, Mr. Brian, you have to control your temper. Okay, no nonsense, I contacted you to tell you, is there any misunderstanding between us? ”

"Humph! Misunderstand? I think we all know what you've done. ”

Brian still snorted angrily and yelled at Jin Muchen on the other end of the phone, but there was a burst of secret joy in his heart, listening to this guy's attitude towards himself, it seemed to have a bit of a softening taste, could it be that this guy was afraid?

"Okay, it seems that the misunderstanding between us is quite deep, Agent Brian doesn't know if you have time now, I think we should meet and make it clear. I'm a businessman, and I don't want to be harassed by your FBI forever. ”

Jin Muchen's voice on the other end of the phone became serious for the first time, and Brian heard him say this, and a thought immediately flashed in his mind, that is, this guy is afraid, he wants to meet to give himself @ bribe, anyway, such a thing, for Chinese, in the normal, their businessmen, the most believe in a concept, that is, money can make ghosts grind.

I have also investigated a few cases involving Chinese businessmen in the past, and at the last moments, the guys would always pile up a humble smile, like a dog, and then send themselves a wad of bills.

Thinking of this, Brian was more sure of his judgment, and at the same time, an idea flashed through his mind, isn't this the best time?

Ask this guy out, and then get him directly, even if you can't catch the evidence that he stole those works of art, you have to kill him with those blue angels you just got your hands on.

"Okay, I'm on Hart Street in Brooklyn right now, and we'll meet in thirty minutes at Pier 30 under the Brooklyn Bridge."

After speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Jin Muchen to reply, and then with full joy, he sped away in the direction of the Brooklyn Bridge, he knew that the guy didn't dare not come, because he was afraid.

Under the Brooklyn Bridge, there were originally several docks, but when the bridge was opened to traffic, these docks were abandoned, and Brooklyn was not as rich as Manhattan, so the maintenance of these docks was quite poor, so now these docks have basically become a ruin.

Brian pulled the car to Pier 30, stopped and turned off, and got out of the car.

He'd been here a few times before, but the few times he had come here to arrest people, and this time he was here to kill someone.

He waited for a long time, but the phone in his hand never rang again, he looked at his watch, it had been almost an hour since this special thing, why hadn't that guy shown up yet?

Could it be that he was angered by his attitude just now? Or did he repent?

It's unlikely, it's quite possible that this guy is hiding in a corner and watching himself now, and with that guy's cautious character, he shouldn't show his face until all the dangers are ruled out.

Forget it, don't wait for him, it's so cold, Lao Tzu is not used to drinking the northwest wind here, he turned around and walked in the direction of the car, but as soon as he walked to the door of the car, he felt a gust of wind in the back of his head, and then in the back of his head, there was a sharp pain.

Oh no, ambushed by that grandson, that was the last thought in his head......

The severe pain woke Brian from his coma, he touched the back of his head, a bright red bloodstain, special code, this kid is ruthless enough!

Bastard, you're going to die this time! Brian cursed inwardly, and as he looked at the situation, he found himself in the driver's seat of his car.

He was going to start the car and leave here, but just before starting, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood, what's the matter?

Even if your head is broken, it won't smell so bloody? Brian glanced back suspiciously, but this look scared him out of his mind.

I saw three bodies in pullovers, lying in the back of their cars, two sitting in the back seat, and one lying in the trunk.

Of these guys, two of them had their heads blown off and they couldn't see their original appearance, and the other one had been shot several times in the chest, but his head was still intact, but when he saw this guy's face clearly, Brian was stunned, this guy was the leader of the art thief gang that he had sent to Jin Muchen's house to steal before.

The other two don't need to think about it, they are his men, but how can they be in their own cars?

Brian felt his mind stiffen a little, and at that moment, there was a sudden burst of blinding police lights in the distance, and a police car approached with a full force.

The police car stopped in front of his Cadillac, but the police officers in the car did not get out of the car, but used the searchlight outside the car to continuously shine at his side.

Brian knew that this was over, and he had been framed! (To be continued......)