American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 89 89 What I said

late at night.

Ron sent Grace back to the manor.

As for Brandon, the light bulb has long been turned off.

Ron opened the car door, held Grace's little hand, and helped her out of the car, "Don't you want me to come in and sit down?"

Ron looked at the three-story building, with a warm yellow light flashing inside.

Grace looked at Ron seriously with her blue eyes and said, "Let's try another day. I just drank some wine and am a little tired!"

Grace touched her forehead.

They did drink some wine at dinner, but Ron was sure that Grace didn't drink too much.

Being tired is just an excuse to reject him.

The old man turned to ask the middle-aged man next to him who was slightly thinner and looked somewhat similar to the bearded man.

The old man shook his head, "Wrong! Big mistake!"

Suddenly there was a silenced gunshot.

The old man punched the ground with his crutch angrily, making a slight sound when the crutch hit the carpet.

Immediately, his eyes were once again filled with murderous intent and desire.

"See you next week!"

If you want to eat soft rice, you have to show sincerity.

in the room.

Under Grace's deep gaze, Ron drove the car and left the manor.

The skeleton's mouth opened and closed, and an old voice came out of her mouth.

Dehari arrogantly raised the M4 rifle in his hand and pointed it at the three people in the living room.

The old man's expression suddenly changed. This was the residence of the Brewer family. How could there be gunshots?

The second child raised his head and looked at the old man in confusion, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

The old man glanced at the boss and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart. He was talking clearly. But when it came to actual operation, it completely changed. "Since you know it, why don't you do it?"

The boss was speechless, "I...I..."

Suddenly, a red mark appeared on the middle-aged man's forehead, and then a big bump appeared on his forehead, and the blood gradually turned purple.

This group of people is extremely professional, and is led by a large black man, who is none other than Dehari.

Ron thought about his Aunt Melinda again.

After Grace said this, she turned around and walked towards the room, and the skeleton also entered the room.

The moment she stood under the moonlight, all the bloated flesh and blood on her body disappeared, turning into a living skeleton.

Having said that, the disappointment on Ron's face was obvious.

The three of them sat together around the fireplace, with steaming coffee on the table.

The reason why Melinda introduced Grace to Ron was because she wanted Ron to get to know more people, and the purpose was to let him make connections.

The old man took a deep breath, took a rest, slowly took a cup of coffee and took a sip. As his Adam's apple rolled, the warm liquid entered his body, slightly warming his cold heart. After a long time, his complexion improved slightly.

The old man sneered and said: "You should do it at the same time, so that even if Ron fails to kidnap, he will not have time to react and rescue his family."

Ron was sitting in the car, humming a song and tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

The skeleton continued: "It's very powerful, very powerful. I don't know how many times more powerful than your bodyguard Brandon."

The elder brother next to him trembled. He was really startled by the old man's action just now.

Although sleeping would be better, Melinda’s original intention was just to introduce the two of them to each other!

…

The middle-aged man was suddenly attacked and felt a burning pain in his forehead.

He was thinking about what to do if he captured Grace.

Seeing Ron's disappointed expression, Grace added: "Next weekend, I will go to the shooting gallery. If we have time, we can go together."

Ron has never succeeded in his plan. Is the soft rice of the top ten female entrepreneurs so delicious?

The old man looked at the second son next to him angrily, "Lao Er, what about you?"

"Crunch!"

"Boss, where do you think you went wrong?"

"no problem!"

As the old man spoke, his anger grew stronger and stronger, an abnormal blush appeared on his face, and his breathing became faster out of nowhere.

The middle-aged man on the right who is slightly fatter and has a thick yellow and black beard said: "I originally just wanted to send my men to test it out, but I didn't want to scare the snake. In less than half an hour, the Bureau of Investigation called to question the IRS. This time

It was my mistake, Grandpa."

"Yes, Grandpa, I understand."

The old man nodded with satisfaction.

Sure enough, the experience of sitting back and enjoying the results is extraordinary.

It's to give you one more connection, not to ask you to sleep with the connections directly.

"Bang bang!"

"Don't move, please don't move!"

Just thinking about it makes people excited.

I wonder if her aunt would beat her to death if she knew that she was plotting against her friend.

The skeleton entered the room, and the moment she left the moonlight, the flesh and blood on her body returned, and she became the bloated maid again.

"Grandpa, I shouldn't just watch the excitement and wait for my eldest brother's failure. I should immediately send the family's best men to secretly tie up that Ron, and at the same time send people to keep an eye on his family and friends. If they don't succeed here, I should

His family and friends have kidnapped him. For the sake of his family and friends, he will take the initiative to come to his door."

"Grandpa, my eldest brother took action before I even made arrangements for this matter."

He said it!

"Bang!"

If it was so delicious, Brandon, the King of Soldiers, wouldn't have gotten it by now.

"Yeah, what do you think of him?"

Two middle-aged white men sat with their buttocks only halfway up, their legs together, their backs straight, and they looked like they were listening to the instructions attentively.

"You guys are still fighting at this time. Do you know how important Ron is to us? With Ron, the flaws in our blood can be improved. With Ron, we have the opportunity to become the fourth largest family in Los Angeles.

You, you, let me tell you what you are good at, what a great opportunity! One is fearless and fearful of enemies; the other is good at calculation and short-sighted."

Just then, two more gunshots were fired.

Suddenly, the old man raised his crutch and hit the middle-aged man on the forehead hard, "Pah!"

"Ron, you can't escape no matter what!"

Ron had no idea that a dark web was quietly reaching out to him.

"Grandpa, I... I should have found evidence of Ron's crime first, and then mobilized the family's connections in the legal world to arrest him in person with an arrest warrant, instead of sending someone to test him first!"

"Tell me, how did things get messed up?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

He must hold Ron in his hands.

"Madam, is he the one you chose this time?"

Could this be the essence of lying flat?

The highest state of lying flat is to let others fight for you.

Whether this manor can be lived permanently, and whether there will no longer be a shortage of money in the future, Ron becomes excited when thinking about the life of a humble man in the future.

"Okay, see you then!"

The old man held the crutch tightly, "What about you? Why don't you just do it?"

At this moment, a woman with an out-of-shape figure and wearing a maid outfit walked out of the room.

The white-haired old man held a crutch made of purple wood in his hand. One end of the crutch was inlaid with a blue gem. The old man looked at the two middle-aged white men sitting opposite the sofa, and the dissatisfaction on his face was obvious.

Grace's eyes were inexplicable.

"He is very powerful, but his identity is a problem!"

The disappointment on Ron's face immediately disappeared, and he said quickly.

But he didn't make a sound, but lowered his head slightly to show his surrender and admitting his mistake.

The door opened, and several burly men walked in. The two bodyguards in black who were guarding the door, bleeding from their chests, were dragged into the room by two people. The pool of blood on the carpet where they were was visible.

The speed expands.

The two of them lowered their heads amidst the old man's scolding.

"OK! I'll leave first! I wish you a nice night!"

"Don't move. The bullets in the gun are all special ultraviolet bullets, designed to kill vampires. If you don't want to die, it's best not to move."

The old man looked at Dehari with a gloomy expression.

Then he signaled the boss and second son, who were about to draw their guns, not to act rashly.

"Who are you? I am Sadiq Brewer, the current head of the Brewer family. Whatever you want is not off limits."

(End of chapter)