Flushing, Queens, where the Gu estate is located, belongs to the wealthy villa area, and in view of the fact that almost every family of the wealthy living here has a personal bodyguard, the authorities only symbolically set up a small police station with a three-person staff. The police officers in the police station are used to being troubled by these trivial things every day, and they never thought that there would be a major shooting case in their jurisdiction that shook the whole country.

When there was a bean-like gunfire in the direction of Gu's manor, Ben, the policeman on duty in the police station, was stunned, he quickly rushed to the door of the police station and looked at the gunshot, and saw the fireworks rising there, explosions, and gunshots, and couldn't help but be shocked: "This is?" Gang fire and? But which gang will have such a strong firepower? Or are the agents on some sort of clearance mission? But I didn't get any notice. Benn didn't know how long it had been since he had fired, but that didn't stop him from judging the scale of the shootout. Quickly judging that it was a shootout with at least thirty or more people, he quickly ran back and grabbed the phone to report to the substation. However, when the phone was pressed to my ear, there was a blind tone inside. "Damn, what's wrong with the phone?" He scolded in a low voice, then thought about it, took out his matching gun, and thought to himself: "Benn, haven't you always wanted to be a real criminal policeman?" Here's your chance! He took out the bullets on his body and counted them, and found that there were only fourteen rounds in the guns, and then he thought that it was a large-scale shootout of more than thirty people, and after a while of ideological struggle, he still retreated. Just as he was scratching his ears and cheeks in the police station, he was hesitating whether to go to the police, when suddenly, the roar of the motor came from the opposite direction of the shootout. He was stunned for a moment, and then rejoiced: "It's the sub-bureau that heard the gunshots and came to support, right?!" With this in mind, he straightened his clothes and ran out of the house with a gun.

Under the dim street lamp, six sedans swept in front of him like a speed, and almost every car had gunmen standing on the pedals outside the car, all of them with Asian faces, and with the pair of cardigans, he immediately realized that it was a member of the Chinese Gang. Six cars, each carrying seven or eight people, adding up to nearly fifty people, Benn immediately realized that something was wrong!

It was the reinforcements that Gu Yu summoned with fireworks, and the leader of them was Fang Haoxi, the eldest of his godsons. Fang Haoxi was sitting in the passenger seat of the first Ford car, and the driver saw Benn and asked, "A policeman, big brother, is it extinguished?" ”

"Ignore him!" Fang Haoxi said, and said: "Drive faster, this is the first time that the old man has sent this kind of signal!" ”

"Okay!" The driver answered, pressed the accelerator to the bottom, and then the Ford sped off at a faster speed. Five other cars followed, quickly disappearing from Benn's view.

"Who didn't provoke these crazy people of the Hua Gang? It looks like someone from the Heavenly Kings Gang," Benn muttered to himself, wiping the sweat from his head. The gunfire in the distance was still loud, and when he returned to the house, he was pacing back and forth and fidgeting, unable to make up his mind, when suddenly the sound of car tires rubbing at the door. He was startled and looked over, only to see two men in suits getting out of a car and walking towards him. Neither of them had guns in their hands, but from the way they walked, Benn could tell that they were no ordinary people. His heartstrings tightened, and he stepped out, holding the handle of the gun in his right hand, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

The two men, one tall and one short, tall and blond, spoke strong New York English, and asked rhetorically, "Are you alone here today?" ”

Because of the other party's appearance and accent, Ben's heart calmed down a lot, and his attention was attracted by the short Asian face next to the tall man, stared twice, and replied, "Gentlemen, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

Tall man: "I'm going to borrow the phone here!" ”

The short man's eyes were a little gloomy, which made Benn very uncomfortable. He frowned slightly and responded politely: "I'm sorry, the phone is broken!" ”

"Broken?!" The tall man glanced at the short man in surprise. The short man said: "Could it be cut by the Chinese?" ”

The tall man looked at him with a mocking look on his face, and said, "The attacking side is your people, it should be cut by your people, right?" Hehe, your headquarters in the Americas has made a lot of money this time. ”

"Simba, please stop laughing, I'm not kidding right now. You know my position here, and I can't interfere with them. Simba, hurry up and find a way, it's too late, I'm afraid everyone will be finished. ”

The tall man is that Simba. He smiled bitterly: "There is no phone, what do you want me to do?" As you can see, there's only one policeman here. A policeman in the past is not enough for the Chinese to stuff their teeth! ”

The short man looked at him aggressively and said, "It doesn't matter how many people there are, you know it!" ”

The conversation between the two men was strange, and Benn was confused at first, but then, realizing that the two men had mentioned him, he became wary. He looked at Simba, his eyes full of wariness.

Simba frowned slightly, and the next moment he took out a document from his jacket pocket. Handing Benn the papers, he said, "I'm from the CIA, and I'm tracking a transnational espionage case, man, I need your help." ”

Benn was already wary of him, and when he heard him say this, he immediately returned the documents to him, and said, "I'm sorry, it's not under my jurisdiction to track down the espionage case, please go to the substation for help!" ”

Simba didn't expect this little policeman to dare to refuse him, and he couldn't help but pluck for a moment. The short man had been listening to the distant gunshots with his ears pricked up, and his face had changed when he noticed that the gunfire had been intense for a while and then the frequency had become low. Hearing this, he yelled at Ben En and said, "What are you talking about? Aren't you a police officer in the United States? ”

Benn was not intimidated by him, he questioned the other party: "Who are you?" Our American affairs, is it your turn to talk more? ”

"I, I'm the military attache of the Imperial Japanese Consulate General in Washington, D.C., and I'm asking for your help as a diplomat, can't I?"

"I refuse!"

"Eight grids!" Hashimoto was furious, and blurted out a Japanese national scolding.

But I didn't expect that because there were Japanese people living in the jurisdiction, Ben En could actually understand this Japanese. The little policeman's face immediately changed, and he also roared angrily: "Who are you scolding bastard?!" You're the bastard! Sir Simba, you heard that this so-called Japanese diplomat was insulting me, and I want to report to my superiors and ask them to investigate the matter—"

The little policeman didn't eat oil and salt, and his lips were sharp, Simba couldn't cry or laugh, he whispered something in Hashimoto's ear, and the two of them left immediately.