Zhang Zhang has already given a strict order to Di Wu, not to bring people to take revenge, and even during this time, he can't do this kind of thing anymore by asking people to disguise themselves to go to the Japanese territory to sabotage.

These people who only have muscles in their brains don't know how to keep a low profile.

His original intention was just to let his subordinates fish in troubled waters, add blockage to the Liuchuan Group, and by the way, find a short but quick way to the front door for those younger brothers in the gang.

He naturally doesn't look down on the little money he robbed, but for those low-level brothers in the gang, it is a windfall, which is the benefit of following Zhang Li's hard work.

Who knew that these bastards were so careless, and the next day many industries in the gang were treated by the Japanese in their own way.

You don't have to show your face, and you don't need to investigate to know who the other party is, so it's not easy for Zhang Li to tell his subordinates to stop, otherwise his younger brother will think that he is afraid of the Japanese.

Who would have thought that such a thing would happen suddenly, when he received the news, Zhang Zhang wanted to kill someone angrily, and Joey's approach clearly caught him off guard.

It's good if you really killed all those Japanese, now that they're all gone, the FBI and the police have seen Joey's body, and he just wants to get out of the relationship, so someone has to believe it, and those bloodsucking lawyers don't know how much money they want to pit him this time.

Di Wu and his younger brother Joey depend on each other, and they have a good relationship as one person, although Di Wu will be strict with Joey on weekdays, but now someone has killed Joey, and Zhang Li, a person who usually says "Will is tired", actually asked him to let go of Joey's hatred first, which made him full of anger and nowhere to vent.

"Beth, that's my own brother!"

Although Zhang Zhang wanted to scold Di Wu, he still had a lot of things to do with this henchman, and if something like this happened, the little brothers under his hands would look at him, and if one was not handled well, it would be difficult to bring the team in the future.

I can only try to be reassuring with good words: "Di Wu, we can't act rashly now, Xiao Di's matter is a bit big, now not only the Liuchuan Group is our enemy, the police department and the FBI are also focused on our two families, if one can't handle it well, so many of our brothers will be finished."

Don't get excited, Xiao Di also grew up watching me, and I don't want to see this happen, don't worry, as long as the rumors pass during this time, I will fully support you to find Liuchuan for revenge, you should know that my Zhang family and Liuchuan family are also feuding.

Our goal is the same, and you have to trust me, now is not the right time for revenge. ”

It may be that it is due to the power of tension for a long time, or it may be that the bitter heart of tension really moved Di Wu, and after such words, Di Wu gradually calmed down from his angry state.

He still wants to take revenge, but he won't be reckless, Shiro Yanagawa is not in San Francisco, and now he will be caught by the police if he moves those little Japan, and he can't get revenge if he falls into it like that.

You can't do this kind of thing, it's stupid.

"I know Boss, Boss, I found out that the Yanagawa Group is undercover in the police, a police inspector actually colluded with gangsters, as long as we solve this Yanagawa talisman, there will be no place for him in San Francisco."

"Well, find out where his wife and children are, take two photos and send them over, so that the guy who has no one in his eyes can appreciate it, don't be rude, if you want to take revenge, this police inspector can help a lot."

"I will, I'll wait until Shiro Yanagawa is solved before dealing with this guy." Di Wu left this sentence and went out to do things, leaving Zhang Zhang alone to smoke a cigarette in annoyance, and the eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts became colder and colder.

People are impetuous, and they are usually too good to them, but now they can't be controlled.

"Lee! SHIT!”

Seeing that Liszt rushed in, John didn't care about teaching the "reckless" Liszt to follow and rushed in.

Puff... rumble

John had just broken in and saw the muzzle of the gun sticking out from behind the sofa, and he came down in a cold sweat, and his luck was so bad that he fell down in a very ugly posture.

Then there is the familiar sound of the M870, which is Liszt suppressing fire.

The gunfire just now should be because it was silenced, but now other possibilities can be ruled out, this is a premeditated assassination, but it was recognized by Liszt's little ghost.

Tom is the FBI, and there are many people who have offended, but he has the ability to find out the address of a federal agent, and the killer or the financier behind the killer is definitely not an ordinary person.

Tom has offended and almost killed the other party recently, and the only one who has the strength to do this kind of thing may be the legendary Rogge.

With this speculation, John became anxious, and regretted it very much, knowing that Tom's family might not be safe, and he should not have listened to Liszt when he came back, so he should have insisted on taking him home, so that he would not have ended up like this.

In his opinion, Liszt is a big boy who has just grown up, not to mention that there are two people on his side, although Liszt is a trainee police officer, but even if Tom is here, their golden partner is not very sure to deal with such a murderous killer, do they still expect a small town trainee police officer?

Liszt also guessed that the killer who infiltrated the house should be that Rogge.

The plot has already gone according to the plot since he started to destroy the Zero Bar, and Liszt doesn't care, if it weren't for the sudden strengthening of his memory and reviewing the movies he had seen before, he wouldn't even know that Tom, who he met three years ago, was also a character in the movie.

However, Liszt felt that if the Tom he met three years ago was Tom after plastic surgery and changed his identity, he might think of this as soon as he saw him, Brother Jie, the emperor of kung fu.

From this point of view, Liszt actually has a little regret, but Tom's family is still safe and sound, and they can't be hurt at all.

Remington's flames erupted again, and there was a brief silence in the living room, except for blasting through the couch skin.

Three people, none of the two camps moved first.

Liszt showed himself in front of John, but he couldn't show too much, as long as he showed his courage, if he could show that his marksmanship was much better than that of ordinary police officers.

In this way, if you join the police force in the future, you will not be misunderstood because of your sudden outstanding performance, and you will know it in the future.

Liszt will not rush over directly, it is very brave and dangerous, with Liszt's current physique, if he is shot in the vital part, he will die or die.

So even if there is only one gunner, it is still Liszt's aim to show his ability and hide as much as possible.

These two contradictory requirements had to be met at the same time in front of John, and Liszt even talked about himself probably going to learn acting.

Under normal circumstances, the competition at this time is patience, whoever is the first to lose his breath will lose, and in this matter, the price of losing is often unbearable for a person.

At this time, John did not blame Liszt, and gave Liszt a few tactical gestures, regardless of whether Liszt understood it or not, carefully leaned against the wall and slowly moved to the back of the sofa.

Liszt didn't want to compete with John for command, if it weren't for his keen five senses, he was confident that in the relative silence of the night, as long as there was a little unusual wind and grass in this house, his perception would not be hidden.

He wouldn't have been staring at a couch with John until he had figured out the number of killers.

Shotguns are very powerful, especially suitable for street fighting, and they are much easier to use than rifles in hand-to-hand combat, and they are a big killer in a small space house.

John asked him to flank him from the other direction, but Liszt was reluctant and walked straight to the couch that had been pushed.

The outer layer of bread had been shattered by bullets, and Liszt was worried that Dale would come home and smoke himself in distress.

The yellow sponge was broken piece by piece, and Liszt, who was watching from the ground, twitched his face, and secretly cursed the profiteer while feeling that he might have avoided a punishment.

But he suddenly scolded: "SFPD, now please immediately disarm and surrender, and compensate you for all the financial losses you have caused, if your guilty plea is good, I can apply to the judge to sentence you a few years less, if you can compensate my down sofa at three times the market price, I can even give up the accusation against you, how about such a favorable condition to come out and talk?"

John looked at Liszt with a dark face: "The sofa is sponge. ”

"The down one, Dale just bought it back last week, and the invoice, it's the down one written on it." Liszt rightly shouted.

John was even more angry, he couldn't help but scold this kid just now, and his position was exposed, so he had to speed up his movement, trying to find him before the gunman and capture him alive.

Liszt was naturally not really nervous, he just thought that if this gunman was really Rogge, John's ability might not be an opponent, and he didn't want John to be injured.

Originally, I wanted to see if the invincible skills of the protagonist in the movie and anime were really so effective, and by the way, I checked whether I had the aura of the protagonist, and the results showed that I thought too much.

When Liszt realized John's intentions, he immediately fired at the couch, blasting a little space above the couch to prevent the gunman from raising his head or sticking out the gun.

Listening to the sound of the position sounds a bit exaggerated, but he himself once killed the enemy with the help of a mirror, without staring at the enemy, so it is not uncommon for a former agent with rich combat experience to have some means to save his life.

After the bullet was fired, Liszt quickly loaded the ammunition, Remington was in this trouble, the reloading speed was too slow, even if Liszt had been single for more than ten years, he was familiar with the use of this gun, and the hand speed was fast, but it was inevitable that the rhythm of the attack would stop.

Puff puff

With three familiar gunshots, Liszt instinctively bent down and rolled forward, completing his reloading in the process, and he was only one step away from the couch.

The devastated sofa became a common barrier between Liszt and the gunners.

There was the sound of John's chair knocking over, and it seemed that the gunman had a big heart, and shot in both directions at the same time, either because he was shooting too fast, or because he was very good at both hands.

Dual guns are not available to everyone, require a lot of contact, and the strong recoil when firing requires the gunner to have a lot of grip.

Even with a pistol, an elite agent like John doesn't hold it with both hands.

Burst... boom

The light bulb exploded, and suddenly it turned black in front of him, and Liszt heard the sound of the breaking wind, and the gunfire and the light bulb exploded almost at the same time, and the wind broke through the glass.

Liszt's position was under the light bulb, and Liszt only had time to raise his hand to block his head, but fortunately he was lucky, only two more scratches on the back of his hand, which were not very deep.

The gun went off on John's side, Liszt shook his head and didn't think John could hit, Liszt simply crouched and paced forward, the thick muzzle of the shotgun against the sofa.

Liszt held his breath and wanted to test his enhanced version of the auditory limit.

The sound of his own heartbeat, John's gunshots, the chirping of his shoes on broken glass, all of them were more appealing to him than the subtle pop of pops that would slip away if he didn't pay attention.

The muzzle of the gun moved twenty centimeters to the upper right, boom.