Xiao casually pulled out a document, her voice still speaking slowly, sounding like she was deliberately mocking to a few outsiders.

"See clearly, LAPD! Dominica. Toledo, you have been convicted of theft, endangering public safety, illegal driving, illegal modification, illegal possession of a firearm, and causing injury...... and fifteen other charges were arrested! ”

was pointed at the head by a large number of pistols, Dominic didn't dare to resist, he was a bully, not Thanos, his head was not hard without bullets, there was a 'click', the handcuffs were handcuffed, Brian, the FBI agent, didn't see what was going on, his good friend and brother-in-law was arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department.

Recently, Charlie has repeatedly solved major and important cases, and even the efficiency of the procuratorial organs has been greatly improved.

My eldest and the second bald Dominic. Toledo confessed to his crimes, and was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison without any parole.

FBI agent Brian, who is full of love with Dominic and has sex with his sister, wants to help, but Charlie directly presses down, even if the FBI level is higher than that of the Los Angeles Police Department.

One is the big boss of the police station, and the other is a pawn of the FBI, which is not a level at all.

Arresting Dominic is just a trivial incident, and collecting evidence of the drug lord's guilt is a big thing.

Confused search, the effect is very poor, this Braga is a very traditional and cautious person, he doesn't trust computers at all, let alone the network, all transactions are traditional ledgers, and no one knows where the ledger is except himself.

Shaw also only came into contact with the organizer of underground racing, Campos, a Mexican, who was said to be Braga's faithful younger brother.

Shaw's suggestion to arrest this Campos to extract a confession was rejected by Bella, Shaw is now a living person, and living people will leave traces when they do things, and even if they want to extract a confession, it should not be done by her, a living person.

Technology didn't help much, Bella could only send supernatural men to solve this matter, and she sent ghost nuns!

The breaking point was the little Mexican man named Campos.

There is no drug lord called Braga in this world, that's why the FBI, the Los Angeles Police Department can't find it, the real Braga is just a fake identity, the little guy who organizes the game Campos looks in the mirror, no one knows who Braga is, only he knows the truth, because he is Braga.

Mexicans have always had a low status in European and American circles, and Braga is short? Dark-skinned? Its appearance is not good, this is a European and American version of 'looking like a gentleman' looks too bad? Your subordinates feel shameless when they mess with you.

What to do? This little Mexican guy made a waistcoat called Braga? Hiding on the sidelines, it seems that he is just a loyal little brother who organizes racing.

He had always fantasized that he could have a majestic face? There is a tall and strong body, but unfortunately these things are all innate? In the mirror, he is still thin, curly, with a big nose and a big face? Not to mention the majesty, he looks at it himself, and he feels that he doesn't look like a drug lord, but like a comedian.

Well? Looking in the mirror? He suddenly noticed a dark figure floating in the mirror? He hurriedly turned his head, his eyes looking around, and there was nothing behind him.

He pulled out his pistol rather vigilantly and pressed the emergency call in his phone. But not a pig, how many of his subordinates know his true identity? At this time, three strong men with strong martial arts hurriedly broke in.

"Boss?"

"There are enemies?"

They looked around the house and didn't see anything unusual? They felt that their boss was a little nervous.

The little Campos doesn't think so, can he mix like a fish in water in Mexico and Los Angeles? Can you survive in the face of the pursuit of police and gangsters in many places? Did he rely on his premonition of a crisis? He felt that there was danger in the house, and immediately called his men without hesitation.

"Let's get out of here first." Intuition is dangerous, and he trusts his instincts.

He had one of his men in front, two in the back, and a very safe formation to go out.

"Ahh With a scream behind him, he hurriedly turned around and found that there was only one person left behind him.

"Bang bang!" Two gunshots rang out, and when I looked ahead, I found that the subordinate in front of me had also disappeared.

"What the hell?!" This time he saw a shadow, a dark shadow grabbing his men and burrowing into the wall.

Wall? He walked over and reached out and touched it, the wall was a little wet, with the help of some dim light, he looked at his hand carefully, his fingers were full of blood, and the red blood was seeping out of the wall, as if his own men had been suddenly built into the wall......

How is this possible? How did a big living person at the end of the good end get into the wall?

"The owner...... Boss! There! There! The last remaining of his men pointed in horror to the mirror, where a black-robed and black-hatted nun with a ghostly face appeared, staring at them deadly.

"Bang bang bang—" Campos was more daring than his men, and he raised his gun to shoot, and the mirror was shattered by him.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?!"

"Campos, what the hell are you doing?"

Many of his henchmen and bodyguards outside the nightclub didn't know his true identity, thinking that he was just a small boss who organized underground racing, when a bunch of people heard the gunshots and rushed in, including the long-legged beauty who had reminded Bella.

Everything was strange tonight, and Campos made up his mind.

"Let's go! Let's go now, we'll leave Los Angeles tonight! I'll explain it over there, Boss. ”

He used his vest number to subdue everyone, and now the situation is unknown, and the more men on his side, the better.

A group of more than 20 people, each with a weapon in hand, rushed out.

The younger brothers didn't know what was going on, and they ran like flies.

Running and running, they felt that something was wrong.

"Campos, where is this going! How is this road so desolate! ”

"yes, why do I feel colder?"

"Huh? Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before, huh? ”

When Campos looked back, he felt his scalp explode.

There are only about twenty of his subordinates on his side, and now? Behind him, there were a large number of people, at least more than fifty, many of whom looked familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, they found that they didn't know him at all, and many of his subordinates looked at him with a particularly weird smile.

No matter how determined Campos is, he can't bear it at this time.

Originally, they were supposed to run out of the nightclub, pick up their car in the underground parking lot, and leave Los Angeles.

But now this is a wasteland, and the sight is full of graves full of crosses, and the cold wind of the night pours straight into his neck, and he feels that the soles of his feet are cold to his brain, and the extreme fear makes his whole body wooden.