When the strong man drove his classic car to the destination, he found that the entrance of the small western-style building was already full of people.

People angrily threw stones inside, smashing them directly into the glass, and screams of fright could be heard from inside.

The rioters and the citizens were just a momentary change, two young men with dyed hair had already begun to climb over the railing, rushing into the house inside, this scene, the strong man in the car was itchy, pushed the car door, walked down in three steps and two swaying, roughly lifted the trunk, took out a baseball bat from it, carried it on his shoulder, spit the cigarette on his mouth to the ground, twisted his toes, and was ready to rush up.

“boog！”

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, which made him stand on his heels in an instant, and his mind suddenly cleared up a lot, and his eyes widened.

I saw that the young man with dyed hair who originally wanted to open the door had a blurred chest, lying on the ground and vomiting blood, and a big hole also appeared in the door, a middle-aged woman with long blond hair held the M9200A1 shotgun produced by Mossberg & Sons with trembling hands, the gun is an air-conductive semi-automatic shotgun and uses a unique working principle, because of its great success by the United States special forces used in the anti-drug operation in Central America, so it is commonly known as "jungle firearms".

This one is basically hopeless.

"Don't come here! If you break in again, I'll kill you!" The middle-aged woman bared her teeth, and a pair of boys appeared timidly behind her, pinching the corner of her mother's clothes, obviously frightened by the scene in front of her.

The strong man was excited, drunk for a moment, snorted, turned on tiptoe, and went directly back to the car, ignition, gear, and all in one go! As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, he went straight out, and the smoke spewed out of the exhaust pipe and drove away, while the other mobs also fled, including another young man with dyed hair, who even lost his "brother", regardless of life and death.

When she saw that everyone had dispersed, the middle-aged woman sat down exhausted, put the shotgun beside her, hugged the two children, and cried bitterly.

On a Wuling Jinbei not far from them, Peter looked out the window with a cigarette in his mouth, and an employee behind him pulled a pistol from his waist and asked, "Do you want to go out now?" ”

"Wait, the police are coming!" Peter looked in the mirror and saw two police cars whizzing towards them, stopping at the doorway, and seven or eight police officers jumped out of them, holding pistols, pointing at the middle-aged woman, and roaring incessantly, signaling her to hold her head in both hands.

"They're like clowns." The employee sitting behind Peter sneered sarcastically.

Peter didn't say anything, just watched from the mirror that the middle-aged woman was pressed to the ground by the police, handcuffed, and brought into the police car, and the two children cried bitterly. ”

Like this, the trespass on the house was killed, and she was generally dead, and the police generally only let her go after learning about the situation, and the most important thing is that the middle-aged woman was white, and the one who was killed belonged to the black, and in this white supremacy atmosphere in society, public opinion will only help her.

"Tuk Tuk..."The engine of the golden cup is a little pee-shaker, which can shake people's nerves.

After a few seconds of warm-up, a brisk walk, Jin Bei rushed out.

……

As Peter had predicted, as soon as evening approached, the middle-aged woman dragged out of the police station with a tired body, followed by two children, sensible and not noisy, but clinging to her mother's sleeve.

Peter and the others pushed the car door and walked down, followed by several employees, the middle-aged woman heard the movement, turned her head suspiciously, and when she saw Peter and them, her pupils shrank, and she naturally protected the child behind her.

"Lady Janet, we have two things we would like to consult you." Peter solemnly squeezed out a smile very reluctantly, and hiccuped at the two children, and the employees behind him thought that they had seen it wrong, and the cold-faced "beast" could actually laugh?

"I... I don't know you. Janet panicked and wanted to pull the child away. But Peter stretched out his hand to stop him, frowning, "Madam, I just want to know something I want to know, you don't want your children, including yourself, to be hurt." ”

Janet hugged the child tightly, nervous, and Peter and the others didn't look like any good people.

"Who the hell are you, don't hurt my child, I'm going to call the police."

"If you dare to do nonsense, your child will be in the belly of a shark in the Pacific Ocean tomorrow." The employees didn't know when Peter had become so good-tempered, and one of the bald heads said fiercely, clenching his fists, and the bones of his hands crackled, and he reached out to grab the collar of one of the little boys, only to hear a click.

Peter grabbed the bald wrist and said, "Don't scare the kids. ”

After he finished speaking, he looked at Janet again, "We are here with good intentions, don't act aggressively." ”

Janet bowed her head, trembling all over.

"There's a hundred thousand dollars here, plus Calvin's money left behind enough for you to live outside, you have to think about it for your children." Peter handed over a check and said.

Perhaps it was Peter's words that struck one of Janet's strings, and her pale lips moved slightly, and she raised her eyes and asked softly, "You, what you said is true?" Won't hurt us? ”

"I swear by my personality." Peter said solemnly.

Personality?

The employees are a little sore, and the mercenaries talk about personality, doesn't that seem ridiculous?

Janet hesitated and pointed to the park pavilion not far outside the police station, "Let's go over there." ”

Peter looked at it, nodded, and the group walked around Janet's mother and son to the gazebo, and a group of five big and three thick men stood around, obviously making her even more insecure, just holding the child and leaning sideways.

"I wonder if Calvin was in contact with anyone before he died."

Janet frowned, thought carefully, and shook her head, "I don't know, I'm not impressed. ”

Peter frowned, "Then do you know who he has dealings with?" ”

"Mom, didn't Uncle Lance come before?" The child in Janet's arms looked up and said with a childlike glint in her eyes.

Janet's face changed drastically, she covered the child's mouth, and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense, Bette! ”

Peter's face sank, his face narrowed, and he stood up, "You're very uncooperative, ma'am. ”

He pulled Janet's hair and pressed it rudely on the stone table, and with a flick of his right hand, a dagger was put against her neck, "I'm not happy. ”

"Let go of my mom." The two children bared their teeth and didn't know where they had the courage to rush up, but they were kicked to the ground by the bald head, holding their stomachs and howling in pain.

"Bette, Bess!" Janet struggled, but Peter's hand was like a plier, pressing her hard against the table and unable to move, the blade of the dagger pierced into the skin, as if it was about to cut the blood vessels, Peter lay in her ear, "You don't want to see your children die one by one, tell me, who Lance is!" ”

Janet pursed her lips tightly, but she didn't open her mouth stiffly.

"Lighter, kill the kid!" Peter said with a gloomy face.

The bald head nodded, smirked and walked over, grabbing a child, his thick arms wrapped around the latter's neck.

"Hehe..." the child immediately began to roll his eyes, and his limbs were trembling.

"Nope! No! Let him go. Janet yelled.

"Tell me, who Lance is!" Peter also roared under his breath!

……