"I like lucky people!"

"So, the two of you, the luckiest one, can get out alive from here today!"

The short, middle-aged man threw the revolver with only one bullet left in front of Harry, and then waved his hand and motioned for his men to pull the other person up.

When the other man was thrown in front of Harry, he could no longer be seen except for humming, and could only be seen as a young white man.

The white man's face was bloody and fleshy, and there was still a camera strap hanging on his chest, but the camera was gone, and it was not known whether it had been taken away or lost.

"Harpy!"

Harry endured the pain on his body, crawled in front of the white youth with blurred flesh and blood, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party could still catch his breath.

His companion is actually Harpy, who has learned to be a detective before.

This guy doesn't know what kind of work he has taken.

not only almost killed himself, but also put Harry, an unlucky man, in danger.

"Black Pig, don't waste your time!"

The ball-headed man who was called Matsushita-kun by the shorter middle-aged team leader just now kicked Harry to the ground with a cruel smile on his face.

The rest of the onlookers also burst into laughter and watched a good show.

Harry scrambled to his feet on the ground.

He glanced at the people with vicious eyes, as well as the katana and guns in their hands, and his heart sank, and he could only look down at the revolver on the ground, and the expression on his face was uncertain.

He now has three options.

First, pick up the revolver on the ground and play Russian roulette with your companions and bet on your luck.

Second, pick up the revolver on the ground, take advantage of the fact that Harpy on the ground is incapacitated, and shoot Harpy six times in a row to ensure that he can survive.

Third, pick up the revolver on the ground, face the middle-aged man, and take away a lucky audience at random, and then he and Harpy were killed on the spot in this private club.

The first and second choices, no matter who lives, whether the remaining one can live or not, depends on the conscience of this group of people, and after killing, there will also be a handle in the hands of these people.

Considering his identity as a police detective.

If you live on your own, you might be able to leave.

If you die by yourself, Harpy lives, and there is a greater probability that Harpy will also be killed by these bastards.

Because the other party is of no use.

The third option, not to mention.

If you choose, you don't necessarily kill someone.

But he and Hapi will die.

So.

Harry sighed as everyone looked at the monkey's mocking gaze.

He grabbed the revolver on the ground, aimed at the dying head of the dying Harpy on the ground, turned the magazine (nest) of the revolver at will, ejected the magazine, and after determining the position of the bullet, he turned the magazine to ensure that the first shot could shoot the bullet.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man at the top did not stop him.

He glanced at one of the people in the crowd.

The man had a video camera in his hand and nodded to his team leader, signaling that everything was being filmed.

With a click.

Harry returned to the magazine, took a deep breath, and turned his head to look at the short middle-aged man at the top: "Guys, can you give me a chance, speaking of which, I have some intimate relationships with you Yamaguchi-gumi, and you don't know." ”

"Yaga!"

The ball-headed man on the side smashed a punch on Harry's red and swollen face: "You bastard, hurry up if you want to do it, don't waste our time!" ”

"Panasonic-kun!"

This scene angered the short middle-aged man above.

He glared at the head of the pill angrily, and said with an unkind look in his eyes: "I haven't opened my mouth yet, when will it be your turn to speak!" ”

Maruko's face turned white, and he hurriedly bowed ninety degrees: "I'm sorry, team leader, I'm excited!" ”

With that, he slapped himself violently.

The short middle-aged man glanced coldly at his frightened subordinates, then looked at Harry, who was spitting out a mouthful of blood, and said with a smile: "Mr. Detective, I don't know what you have to do with our Yamaguchi-gumi?" ”

This time, their Yamaguchi group was able to gain a foothold in Los Angeles, mainly relying on the help of those families who had a relationship with the mayor of Los Angeles, so the middle-aged man was also worried that Harry really had something to do with those families.

If so.

Today's little game can't continue.

Harry wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and first smashed his fist on the face of the pill who was still slapping him, knocking him to the ground, and then said happily to the middle-aged man above:

"After I get off work, I often go to your clubhouse to play.

Those Japanese women like my black 'hanging' very much, kneeling and serving, gentle and submissive, maybe it is your sister, sister, old mother.

Your relatives and I have often discussed the friendly relations between the two peoples in simple terms.

Do you think we have a relationship? ”

The crowd of onlookers was dumbfounded.

The relationship in the mouth of this black-skinned pig is actually this!

The short middle-aged man sitting above had even more angry lips trembling.

He was actually tricked by a black-skinned pig in front of all his subordinates!!

"Yaga Yalu!"

The short middle-aged man grabbed the sake bottle on the side and smashed it on the ground: "Hack this black-skinned pig to death, I want to..!" ”

Bang~

Gunshots rang out.

The short middle-aged man's body trembled, touched the bloody hole in his forehead, and wanted to say something, but his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, rolling from the steps to the feet of a group of men.

His eyes widened, and his face was a mixture of anger and stunnedness, as if he didn't expect to die on the revolver he had thrown at Harry.

looked at the stupid little day.

Harry clutched his stomach and laughed, bleeding from his mouth as he laughed.

No wonder Boss Dean likes to blow people's heads, it's really cool!

Cool!

"Yaga!"

"Hack him to death and avenge the team leader!"

A group of little Yaga, whoa-wow, yelled, picked up the katana in their hands, and slashed towards Harry from all directions.

Harry, who was promoted to the vanguard of the anti-Japanese resistance, dashingly threw away the revolver in his hand, opened his hands, and waited for death to come.

Changed a leader!

It's worth it!

That's when it happened.

The siren of the police car whined.

Lawrence rushed in with a group of men and guns.

"Dean!"

Neil, who came home from work, saw Dean who returned suddenly, grabbed the high heels on his feet, flew up, and gave Dean a long-lost hug and a deep kiss.

Wait until Neil is out of breath.

Dean brought her to the candlelit dinner he had made with his own guns, and was about to say something sassy, when the phone rang at an inopportune time.

looked at Neil, whose eyes were full of water.

Dean pulled out his phone angrily.

When he returned to Los Angeles, he changed to his old cell phone and phone number.

So this call, it must be an acquaintance.

Dean took out his phone and looked at it, and found that it was Lawrence, who had not been in touch for some time, so he could only cast an apologetic look at Neil, walked to the balcony, and answered the phone.

"Lawrence, don't tell me you called me to invite me to your and Phoebe's wedding."

"Harry is hospitalized and I'm suspended!"

Lawrence's voice was low, and there was the cry of a child beside him.

What?

Dean was stunned in his eyes: "What's wrong, Lawrence?" ”

"It's a Japanese man!"

"Harry's friend, a detective, took on a commission to investigate a disappearance, and ended up provoking a group of Japanese gangsters who had just come to Los Angeles to develop.

His friend was detained.

Harry received the news and rushed over alone.

When I know.

He was almost hacked to death by the bitch-raised Japanese Benese.

I asked for help to get all the people back from the Japanese gang, and I got a call from Hunter Sr., and I was suspended and Harry was indicted for trespassing into private domain and killing people with a gun. ”

Speaking of which, in the end.

Lawrence's tone was irrepressible anger.

At the same time as he and so many police stations, he saw that the group of murderers wanted to hack Harry to death, but it turned out to be like this, it was simply too deceitful!

Japanese benzene people?

Gangsters?

These two elements immediately reminded Dean of something unpleasant that had happened to him.

Made!

He didn't have his hands free up to deal with those little days, but as a result, these eight calves bullied his little brother.

Are you really not afraid of death?

The fierce light in Dean's eyes flashed, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and said calmly: "How is Harry doing now?" ”

"The injury is a bit serious, but it's not life-threatening, but I'm worried about the retaliation of those Japanese people, so I want to ask you if there is a way to transfer Harry out of Los Angeles."

"Where are you!"

Lawrence ended up with the name of a hospital.

Hang up the phone.

The more Dean thought about it, the angrier he became.

He took out his cell phone and called his cousin, who was far away in New York.

Cousin Dick, who is now the patriarch of the Luches family in New York, last time Dean took him to open a meat dish and saw blood, and now he is doing a good job, and the Luches family, which was becoming more and more weak, has been stabilized again.

"Cousin."

"Dick, arrange for some unidentified gunmen to come to Los Angeles, I'm going to use them!"

In New York, Dick heard his cousin's cold tone, and couldn't help but think of the last time he led people to shoot those cultists.

He chuckled inwardly.

Who provoked himself as a god-killing cousin.

Now that the Luches family can stabilize, it all depends on Dean's connections, and Dick naturally won't let Dean be disappointed, and immediately promised to arrange this matter himself.

Every year, many black Italian workers are smuggled into the United States, and most of them come to the metropolis of New York and choose to integrate into the life of those Italian communities.

It's not hard to find some gunmen who don't have an identity.

Dean put away his phone, returned to his room, and apologized to Neil, "Baby, I'm going to go out." ”

Neil stepped forward, straightened Dean's collar, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and said gently, "Stay safe, I'll wait for you to come back." ”

"It might be late, you go to bed early!"

Kiss goodbye Neil.

Dean drove to the hospital where Harry was.

Warmly led by the nurse on duty at the front desk, he arrived at the ward where Harry was.

In the ward, Lawrence, Phoebe, Robert and others were all fully armed, and there was a black woman holding a baby girl who was more than a year old, whispering to the side.

When Dean pushed the door open and entered.

Everyone immediately looked vigilantly, and when they saw the person clearly, they couldn't help but exclaim at the same time: "Dean! ”

They didn't know that Dean had returned to Los Angeles, so they were surprised by his arrival.

Meet Dean.

The worry on everyone's faces immediately dissipated a lot.

None of them.

Dean had given them too many surprises before.

His arrival is equivalent to allowing this loose team to find the backbone.

A pleasant greeting.

Dean motioned for everyone to go out, leaving Lawrence in the room.

He checked Harry's condition first, and found that although the other party's eyes were closed tightly and the injuries looked serious, he was breathing evenly, so he was relieved.

"He had a lot of bruises in his body, and the doctor said that Harry would need at least a month or two of conditioning before he could be discharged from the hospital, and in order to prevent him from sleeping in pain at night, the doctor gave him a tranquilizer."

Lawrence gave a brief overview of Harry's situation.

Dean nodded: "Now let's talk about your suspension, as well as the situation of the Japanese gang." ”

Lawrence's face shook two pieces of horizontal flesh, and he was angry:

Old Hunter said that it was Munn's bastard who personally gave him the order, and Old Hunter was about to retire, and he didn't want to get into trouble, but he still secretly revealed some information.

Harry, the Japanese gang they offended was called the Yamaguchi-gumi, and they used to operate in some coastal cities, but not long after you left, you came to Los Angeles, seized the territory of some small gangs, opened some clubs and bars, and engaged in some human trafficking business."

Mun was their former captain, the Fourth Squadron, who was also pulled by the other side, and after the fall of the Carmen family, Mun's backer rose up, and he was transferred to the Ministry of Internal Affairs as a supervisor.

In this, Dean also has a lot of credit.

Originally, their relationship with each other was somewhat incense in it.

As a result, Munn first found fault and suspended Dean's post, and now not only allows those little Japanese benzes to bully Harry, but also helps those people to support the masters, pressuring old Hunter and suspending Lawrence.

In the eyes of Lawrence's group of detectives of the 4th Squadron, this is undoubtedly an act of betrayal!

This made them even angrier!

Dean listened to Lawrence's description and confirmed his previous conjecture.

This Yamaguchi-gumi should have been called by the few small Nichiban families who hooked up with Mr. SHI.

Doing business in a foreign country is just that.

The wealthy Chinese businessmen who cooperated with SHI before also had an unclear relationship with some Chinese gangsters.

Objectives were determined.

Dean patted Lawrence on the shoulder: "Lawrence, help me investigate, the information of the few little gangsters that the Yamaguchi Group solved before, be careful not to attract people's attention." ”

Although Lawrence is five big and three thick, he can rely on his ability to become the detective of the police bureau, so he is naturally not a fool.

His eyes widened, and he realized that his decisive brother had murderous intent.

Worry flashed in Lawrence's eyes: "I also want to help Harry avenge, but those people are powerful and powerful, if they just use other people's skins to do it, the risk is too great, and it is difficult to hide it from those who have a heart." ”

"Lawrence!"

Dean stretched out his palm, pulled it into a fist, and said seriously: "No one can bully my brother, those people must pay the price, it depends on whether you support me or not!" ”

Lawrence took a deep breath and said viciously, "It's done!" ”

(End of chapter)