Liszt's manic performance not only caused the gang to suffer heavy losses, but also made Bill scratch his head, could this be a colleague in the police department?

It shouldn't be, he knows all the gangsters who dare to drive into the gangsters so violently, or the gangsters in the crossfire, but he didn't hear who was transferred here to patrol?

The gangsters in the remaining intact car didn't care if it was the cop or someone else, they just knew that this guy had hit and killed their people, and all the people who had been dealing with Bill shot at the pickup truck.

Bill took advantage of the chaos to kill the last member of the broken rear trio who was hiding behind the police car, and then went to help.

As a result, the pickup truck was carrying bullets and burning tires, and the front of the truck was already aimed at another car carrying gang members.

"Fake, this bastard's car is bulletproof, retreat quickly."

This gang of gang members is not brainless, killing Bill because this deputy sheriff always can't get along with the gangsters in Los Angeles, he is their nemesis, and whoever can kill him can definitely be promoted by the gang boss.

Originally, there were many people, and they might be able to succeed in the next second, but they killed such a broken car halfway, and they destroyed a car of brothers at once.

I thought that I could kill this guy who suddenly appeared by setting fire, but it turned out that so many bullets didn't even break the windshield, which was embarrassing.

Bill was now sure that the person in the car was not his colleague, and why no one had the money to modify his car.

Liszt looked at the cracked glass lines on the windshield and released the brakes with a sneer.

It's true that his hundreds of thousands of knives are in vain.

Originally, he also wanted to add a V-shaped ramming angle to the front of the car, but due to technical limitations, he couldn't hide the collision angle in normal times for the time being, and then "pop out" when he needed it, so he had to temporarily shelve this plan.

Otherwise, Liszt can experience it this time, after one foot on the accelerator, and then sharpen the iron like clay.

"Hurry up, walk quickly, you can't drive!"

The bulletproof glass can't be broken for a while, and there is a very reckless policeman next to it, and I don't know how many policemen will come over in the back, and even their standard procedures are clear about dealing with the police.

Intimidated by the basic operation of calling for support at the sound of gunshots, the longer it dragged on, the worse it would be for them, and they only wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

Liszt's pickup truck only touched the rear of the opponent's car in the end, skidded and then quickly left.

Bill followed Liszt's pickup truck to pick up the leak, but the gang's car just fled, and he didn't bother to look at the crash to talk about the pickup driver's situation, and slammed all the bullets at the gang's butt, still unable to stop the other party from leaving.

Hatefully, Bill wanted to drive his police car to chase after him, but the exchange of fire just now caused his police car to break down, and he ran to the pickup truck with no place to spread the fire, banged the window hard, and shouted: "I don't care who you are, now your car is requisitioned, catch up with the car just now...... Ugh"

An ugly face with a big smile appeared in front of Bill's eyes, and Bill didn't expect that the person who drove to help him was actually an ugly person who made people laugh and was teased by everyone, Bill's tone softened suddenly, this is a respectable person.

“…… Do me a favor, my car was broken and I'll ask the mayor to give you a ......"

Liszt dragged the fainted Bill into his police car, the door opened, of course, with the key on Bill's body.

"Bill Hollister, yo, he's still a sheriff, hey, hey, I already knew that I didn't wear a mask, maybe I could get a good position, and I can really give me one, well, is there an award for righteousness and courage in the United States?"

Liszt's self-talk naturally could not be answered, and after dealing with the unconscious Bill, Liszt went down to the sewer again and dragged Kevin up like a dead dog, threw him in the cargo box of a pickup truck, and found a piece of thermal camouflage cloth from Bigamer when he was in South Africa.

It's not that Liszt wants to guard against any high-tech such as infrared surveillance, it's just that he doesn't have any other cloth in his hand that wouldn't make one suspect that it can cover an adult man.

If you don't believe it, go to the car repair shop and see which piece of cloth is not stained with blood.

After doing all this, Liszt drove his beloved pickup truck, avoiding all traces of blood and left, only to see six chains suddenly hanging on both sides of the flap behind the cargo box of the pickup truck, dragging them on the ground, making the little tire marks on the ground even more blurred.

Fortunately, it's the middle of the night, otherwise he would have hit the rush hour early and late, and the traffic jam alone would have killed him.

Replace the license plate and die camouflage, or the original pickup truck is more right.

Liszt did not return to his and Bella's house, but Huang Chamberlain rented an underground warehouse according to his request, and the key here was only Liszt, and even Huang Chamberlain only came to see the house.

I have to, having money is easy, and as long as you explain many things, someone will help you do it, and you don't need to worry about it.

As long as Huang Chamberlain's loyalty is guaranteed, Liszt's logistics will be guaranteed, and of course he will have to do the work of a scavenger himself, and no one else can do it at present.

At both ends of the conversation, Bill was woken up by someone grabbing his arm and shaking, and the first thing he said after opening his eyes was: "Ugly"

"Ugly? Isn't it V?"

At the entrance of the repair shop, a young policewoman said with a pale face, opposite her was Bill, and standing next to her was her senior and partner.

"V, what, this, doesn't seem like there's anything to celebrate?" Neil clenched his fist and extended his right index and middle fingers, barely aware of the situation.

"The murderer who killed twenty or thirty underworld elements inside, a V-shaped pattern made from corpses."

"What a mess, I'll take a look." Bill interrupted impatiently, this is all a god-like thing, and the pattern of the corpse, everyone is a policeman, don't take out the cult set, okay.

"Is it him?!"

Looking at the circle of corpses on the ground and the peculiar V in the circle, Bill immediately thought of a face that he once thought was a hard worker.

When he woke up, Bill was trying to remember what had happened before he fainted, and finally remembered the guy with the ugly mask, and laughed so hatefully that he could almost conclude that the ugly guy had knocked him unconscious.

"Who is he?"

"A bastard, wearing an ugly mask, that guy knocked me unconscious, I suspect he had something to do with the case, the guy was driving a Ford F-150 and immediately pulled up the nearby surveillance footage to find it."

"What's the color of that car?"

"It's too dark to see."

"There shouldn't be many of these cars, and I believe we can find them soon."

After discussing the matter of tracking down the pickup truck, Bill began to check the corpses on the ground again, and soon realized that something was wrong: "There is more than one person who killed them, there is another person besides Ugly, these people are all from that gang, haven't you seen them before?"