Pasadena, a satellite city of Los Angeles, is one of the richest cities in the United States due to Caltech's existence, with a per capita income almost double the average income.

But on this day, the sound of sirens broke the peace.

On the city's radio, reporter Alex's voice roared excitedly: "Listeners, it's eight o'clock in the evening on Christmas Eve, and Alex from City Voice is doing a live broadcast for you in Pasadena."

It's Rambo again, who, on Christmas Eve, hasn't rested and destroys the headquarters of a gangster.

At least 20 people died at the scene, but rest assured, according to the preliminary investigation by the police, not a single civilian died, and the dead were all scum who should have gone to hell.

I love Rambo, he's only been in Los Angeles for 10 days, but the gangsters here seem to be at an end times. This is already the eighth gang to be eliminated, and more than two hundred scum have gone to hell.

Now Los Angeles is becoming more and more like a city of angels, where sin is silenced and extinguished.

The governor of California should have given Rambo a certificate of honorary citizenship, and the cops were changed to death. We can't let them continue to track down Rambo, who is now our angel of salvation. ”

The audience, sitting in front of the radio and in front of the TV, cheered again, raising their arms and shouting: "Rambo, hooray!" ”

But in the police communication channel, it is a mess. "This is hell, I can't go into it at all, there's no place to stay there. Let the forensic come over, now only they can be useful. ”

"Report, Rambo's figure disappeared again, he jumped up to the second floor, and then he disappeared, and we couldn't find him."

"No one was found leaving the neighborhood, so he must have someone to help, but we couldn't find anyone to help him."

"Rambo, stand ......"

"Shoot, you don't need to warn him ......"

"Hell, I'm not going to shoot Rambo, the people are going to kill me. I'm a police officer, but I'm also a human being! ”

"He's gone again......"

"Fourth group, block all entrances and exits in the Alfie neighborhood."

"Fifth group, block all roads in South Pasadena."

"According to the report, twenty-three bodies were found at the scene, all of them were shot in the head, and there is no need to rescue them."

"No cash or drugs were found, and it should have been taken away by Rambo."

"We don't need an ambulance, we need a fire truck now, and the blood stains here need to be cleaned with a high-pressure water cannon."

"Report, it is not possible to lock down the block, and the people here are running out. They want to see their heroes with their own eyes. They're still driving, and they're going to form a traffic stream and break through our blockade and help Rambo escape. ”

"There are people throwing rotten eggs, tomatoes at us, oh my God, why are we on the opposite side of the people, why are we catching Rambo? He is a hero who does harm for us. ”

"Hell, I'm not going to do it, let those FBIs catch Rambo, at least for us in Los Angeles, he's a hero."

A loud roar came: "Shut up, this is the public channel of the police, not for you to complain." In addition to matters related to the capture of Rambo, the language that strictly forbids anyone to complain occupies the channel. ”

The channel quickly fell silent, and there was no sound anymore, and the silence was terrifying.

"Fourth Panel reports on the situation."

"The Eiffel block blockade failed, and the streets were full of people, not to mention Rambo, even an ordinary person could leave with a swagger. Complete. ”

"Fifth Panel reports on the situation."

"We've barricaded South Pasadena, done."

In the command center, Johnson, from the FBI, held back his anger and glanced at Director Haggis, who was leaning on the couch and smoking a cigar. "That's how effective you Los Angeles police are?"

Haggis shrugged his shoulders and said to Colonel Trautman, who was sitting across from him, "That's the difference between ordinary cops and special forces, isn't it?" ”

The colonel sighed, looked at Johnson and said, "Actually, I don't know what else I can do now. Today's Rambo is not the Rambo I know, he is smart, calm, and uses a city as a hunting ground.

I don't know his purpose, I don't know why he wants to be a hero with all his fanfare, with his original character, he should live in silence in a small town, work there, die there. ”

"Is it our fault?"

"No, it's not anyone's fault, maybe it's the fault of this era."

The major stood up, took his hat, and put it on his head. "Tomorrow is Christmas, I want to go home and spend the holidays with my family, I'm sorry."

Haggis complained: "I want to spend the holidays with my family, too......"

Sheriff Caplin from Thurston County watched the Major leave with an embarrassed look on his face and said to Haggis, "Chief Haggis, I know you Los Angeles police see Rambo as a hero, but he is a very dangerous person.

He not only killed a deputy sergeant and wounded three officers, but also killed more than two hundred people. He has made the police system lose face and continues to provoke us to this day. ”

"Because the sheriff looked at him like a homeless man, he was going to arrest him, because the deputy sheriff was abusing him, and they brought it all upon themselves.

It's a pity that he broke the law, otherwise, I would have been included in our Los Angeles police force a long time ago.

He's only been in Los Angeles for 10 days, and our crime in Los Angeles has now been more than halved.

Yes, he stole your plane and killed your people, but none of this has anything to do with us.

I'm just doing my job as a commissioner for your convenience, but don't put your will above mine unless, you become governor of California. ”

Whether it's Kaplin from Thurston or Johnson from the FBI, their ranks are several levels lower than Haggis's, and they can't govern a large district sheriff at all.

Seeing Haggis come out of the command room, the two men sighed and looked at each other gloomily.

Now the Los Angeles side is quite cooperative, and if they don't cooperate, their orders will not be carried out at all.

The FBI also has a branch in Los Angeles, but those dozens of people can only be used as a command center, and there are only a dozen of them who can really shoot and arrest people.

To really act, it is also necessary to transfer people from headquarters.

In a quiet neighborhood of San Marino, in the shadow of a street lamp, a regular Cadillac is parked.

Zhou Zhen looked around the surrounding environment, directly opened the door of the driver's seat, threw in a big bag, and then sat in.

"Wow, honey, I love you to death."

Mesa hugged the big bag tightly and leaned over to give Zhou Zhen a hot kiss. "There is no martial law yet in the southeast, we can leave from there."

On the radio, the Voice of the City radio station was still chattering with the public about the Pasadena case, and the scene and the police layout were clearly introduced.

Zhou Zhen smiled, started the car, and quickly disappeared into the street.

In the passenger seat, Mesa greedily grabbed a large stack of bills and put it under her nose to sniff. "I love the smell, it's the smell of money."

This chick is the first chick with an evil nature that Zhou Zhen has encountered, she is not for the purpose of doing evil, just to be happy.

For the sake of money and vanity, she doesn't care about anything.

Ordinary girls will feel scared and scared when they commit crimes, but she will only feel excited.

Zhou Zhen went out to commit crimes, she could always keep the back road and become a powerful assistant, and in other aspects, Zhou Zhen didn't have to bother at all.

In ten days, Zhou Zhen was able to do eight cases, thanks to the fact that she has been collecting information.

In addition to her ability to help a lot in action, she also made Zhou Zhen very satisfied in life.

At the age of seventeen, she is young and beautiful, with a first-class figure, full of wildness, which can make Zhou Zhen get great satisfaction.

If it weren't for the fact that this world was less than a month, Zhou Zhen would still want to entangle with her for a while longer.

Half an hour later, Zhou Zhen drove the car into the garage of the house where they lived, and in the garage, there was also a brand new 73 Ford 350SRW pickup truck.

This is a single-row pickup truck, four-wheel drive, with a maximum horsepower of 245 and a maximum torque of 522 Nm, and a load of three tons can still walk on the ground.

The car was stolen from the sales store by Ted and has been on it for a week now, and Zhou Zhen has not driven it once.

To drive this car, it was when Zhou Zhen was about to leave Los Angeles.

As soon as she got out of the car, Mesa got out of the car and jumped on Zhou Zhen. "Honey, I'm excited right now and need you to put out the fire."

Zhou Zhen patted her plumpness. "I'm dying of hunger, you go and prepare the materials first, and we'll make dinner."

She hugged Zhou Zhen's head and kissed it passionately before jumping off. "Give you a choice, whether to eat first, or eat me first."

"I'll also give you a choice, do you prepare the cooking first, or count the money first?"

She laughed. "Of course, count the money first......"

This chick has a quirk, that is, she likes to count money very much, and every night before going to bed, she can't sleep without counting the money.

And she likes to put the money on the bed and sleep on it.

was picked up by Zhou Zhen and taught a lesson, and she corrected it.

Half an hour later, Zhou Zhen had already made dinner, came upstairs, and saw Mesa sitting on the ground in front of the safe, with a large pile of money in front of her.

"How many?"

"It's already over a million, and my God, I didn't expect that I could become a millionaire one day."

"Come down to dinner, I have something to tell you."

When he got downstairs, Zhou Zhen turned on the TV, which was still playing the news of his robbery today.

The police were furious, but the people of Los Angeles were happy about it.

Zhou Zhen has become a hero in this city, and even the media has praised him a lot.

Although Sheriff Will, who turned Zhou Zhen into a sinner, became a cripple, he was still cursed by the people of the whole United States.

Many groups used the "Rambo Incident" to touch porcelain and criticize the government, forming a Rambo trend.

Seeing such news, Zhou Zhen couldn't help but laugh secretly.

When the development of events begins to change, it may be difficult for these porcelain-touching institutions to step down.

And that day is coming soon.

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