"Shet."

Noticing the patrolman's expression, Simmons let out a low curse.

He also realized that he had lost his words.

I can't keep each other, and what can the patrol officer do alone.

"If you're not mistaken."

The male patrolman threw the door shut and looked at several bullet holes in the hood in fear: "Those bastards deliberately damaged my car so that I couldn't pursue it." ”

There was a hint of anger in his tone.

In his heart, he was secretly glad that he didn't want to chase after the crazy people just now, and his luck might not be as good as just now.

Simmons gripped his cheek tightly and looked off with his eyes spitting fire.

The light from the SUV was still faintly visible.

"Whew~"

Exhaling heavily, he clenched his fists tightly.

It is necessary to rescue people as soon as possible, not only because the other party is his own boss, but also because all aspects of the funds of the HR organization are in Quinn's hands, not to mention that the other party has all kinds of fatal information.

If you guess correctly, these people will definitely go to the FBI.

If Quinn is controlled by the FBI, none of the members of the HR organization and the big names in all aspects can escape!

The main thing is:

Everything you have done for will disappear with you.

"Camera."

A person next to him thought of something, and quickly raised his hand and pointed to the patrol car with the windshield shattered.

"Turn on the trip computer." Simmons also looked happy, and hurriedly rushed to the police car: "Hurry up, I need to get all the images I just took right away." ”

Dense footsteps sounded, and several people present rushed forward.

It didn't take a while.

The scene just appeared on the screen of the driving laptop, and although the outside light was not very good, most of the people were still photographed.

"Man in a Suit!!"

Looking at Rees, who was standing in the most prominent position, Simmons' neck was flushed.

All in the same city.

Naturally, they had several dealings with each other, but these dealings ended in HR suffering, and they had long hated Reese, and this was the first time they had a clear image of each other.

Carter, due to the color of his skin, was like a shadow on it.

Cruz, a policewoman standing next to her, was also particularly conspicuous.

Seeing Simmons breathing heavily, he clutched the handle of the gun in his hand tightly, and what was more disgusting than the enemy was a traitor!

In addition to Quinn, there are two left.

It's just that the two people, one tall and one short, are standing relatively backward, just shrouded in the shade of the trees, and they can't see what they look like at all, although there are some regrets, but now they have enough information.

"What do we do now?"

The man in the suit next to him looked at Simmons.

Quinn was caught unexpectedly, and now only the other party can call the shots.

"There is no doubt about it."

Simmons turned his head, his dead gray eyes fixed on the plainclothes detective: "These guys definitely went to the FBI and distributed the pictures of these three people to our people." ”

"Publish a bounty at the same time."

His eyes were full of murder, and he said angrily:

"Contact our partners, I need all the Daoists in the entire New York City to receive this message in the shortest possible time, except for Carter and Quinn, everyone else is going to die!"

Carter, a policewoman, has all kinds of HR information.

Before killing the other party, you must get all those materials back, so you can only spare the other party's life for the time being.

“OK。”

The plainclothes detective clicked into the screen and took a photo: "How much is the reward?" ”

"Three million dollars."

Simmons sprang out word by word: "With HR's credibility as a guarantee, go ahead and spread fear on our enemies." ”

The tone was extremely firm.

In his opinion, just now it was completely lost to the traitor, if it wasn't for Cruz's rebellion, they wouldn't have fallen into each other's trap inexplicably, and none of this would have happened.

Now that I have been well prepared, I can definitely hold that group of people with the energy of HR.

The eyes of several people at the scene lit up and gasped.

Hurriedly nodded and agreed.

Three million dollars, that's a staggering fortune that criminals like gangs, killers, solo dealers, and even pimps throughout New York City will absolutely go crazy.

"And."

Simmons thought of something, and said with a cold look in his eyes: "We need chips now." ”

Turning his head, he looked at his men, "If memory serves, Carternabychi has a son, and a big-headed monster named Fosco is also her friend." ”

"The one who informed us."

The red neck turned white, and Simmons sneered: "Get the chips in your hands as quickly as possible." ”

"Roger."

"Understood."

As his words fell, the voice answered, and one phone call after another kept dialing out.

Patting his empty trouser pocket, Simmons narrowed his eyes.

In fact, there are still lingering palpitations about what happened just now, but no matter what means Carter used just now, a few people here were not in the house before, so they didn't believe that their mobile phones were also tapped.

He looked gloomily at the villa not far away and slapped his laptop hard.

A few keycaps, flying up with his movements.

And the dark night in New York City has become restless.

Library.

The beautiful chanting of Italian opera flowed like a spring in the office, and the slender mouth of the bottle also flowed with a red liquor, which kept hitting the crystal glass.

Harold was in a good mood.

The head shook gently to the music, until the cup was half-filled, and then stopped moving.

"Guys."

He smiled and picked up his wine glass, and after signaling to the horse dog lying on the ground, he said into the Bluetooth headset: "I won't wait for you to come back, please forgive me for celebrating first." ”

"It's a very happy thing to be able to capture Quinn."

"Although few people will know."

Taking a sip of red wine, the old otaku had a smile on his face: "But if New York City can feel it, it will definitely thank you for removing a huge malignant tumor for it." ”

The sound raced through Queens and landed in a Chevrolet Saab class in the middle of the traffic.

There is a ready-made chain of command.

No need for nothing.

So several people in the car wore Bluetooth headsets, and they all heard Harold's words.

"I can understand your feelings."

Ethan's fingers tapping on the steering wheel stopped, he glanced at Quinn in the rearview mirror who was squeezed in the middle of the back row, and said with a frown: "But don't tell me you're drinking champagne." ”

"It's a very bad, bad act!"

As soon as these words came out, not only the few people in the car were silent, but even Harold in the library blinked.

"Mayor Morgan."

Puzzled, he raised his glass and shook the red liquor inside, "I don't understand what you mean, but I'm sure I'm drinking Bordeaux." ”

"Hum~"

As he spoke, the machine at his desk hummed.

Slip after note kept spitting out of it, Harold's neck slowly turned, and his eyes looked straight at the machine. (End of chapter)