American TV series

Everyone did not agree on a time to do it together, and Sean was the first to do it.

However, the time was not much different. Not long after Sean left here, several other Ed family strongholds in Atlanta also suffered violent attacks.

With the same configuration, RPG opens the way directly, and M134 finishes. What we want is a quick victory!

If it doesn't move, it's gone; if it moves, it's like thunder!

The number of calls to the police was almost overwhelming!

Not that Americans are making a fuss.

People in a free country have a strong sense of safety. When they discover a problem, they choose to call the police as soon as possible.

However, the police force had just headed towards the location where the first alarm was reported, and suddenly there was no police force anywhere.

The sergeant who was resting at home unplugged the phone line as soon as he received the news. He heard from other channels that the gangsters had brought out armored vehicles.

I'm just a police chief, what can I do?

I'm scared too!

Weak, pitiful, helpless!

Could it be said that if he led the police there and those tough gangsters were captured, they would be able to do so?

Or can we expect the fat guys in their police department to be able to do better than others?

Are you sending food?

The deputy director had just arrived at Ed's Manor and was feeling numb looking at the ruined area when he received a report from the headquarters that another battle had broken out in the city. The explosions were so rumbling that the police headquarters could hear the sound.

"Some citizen witnesses described that the other party drove an M113 armored fire support vehicle when they attacked, and some said it was a personnel carrier." On the phone, someone from the headquarters was reporting.

As he said that, he noticed that there was no sound on the phone. The people at the headquarters were a little puzzled and asked loudly and uncertainly: "Director, Director, are you listening?"

"I'm listening!" the deputy director's voice sounded emotionless.

"Currently, we have not determined the specific weapons and equipment of the other party. We will wait until we receive the exact information..."

"No need!" The deputy director interrupted the other party and said in a flat and colorless tone: "The gangster drove an M113A3 armored personnel carrier, and the roof of the vehicle was equipped with an M134 six-barreled Gatling machine gun, with a rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute."

"Hey, Director, how did you know!" A voice full of surprise came from the phone.

The deputy director didn't reply and hung up the phone in his hand.

Can I fucking tell you I was unlucky enough to hit it!!

At this moment, the deputy director's head was buzzing. He raised his hand and gave himself a slap. He just went back. Isn't it good to take the original road? Why should I change the road!

Why!

Now, what should I do if I bump into the other person and just finished the attack?

Waiting online, quite urgent... Oh no!

I saw the muzzle of the M134 suddenly rotating and pointing towards several police cars. At that time, everyone felt a cold air rushing from the soles of their feet directly to the skin of their heads, and their whole bodies were about to freeze.

This is not a matter of courage or not!

This is a question of whether to die or not to die!

How much fake wine did you drink to dare to confront an armored vehicle?

No matter how they fight, their little firepower can't even break someone's skin, and someone can smash their car into rubbish on the spot with just a sudden burst!

"Open, open, open..." The deputy director was speechless.

"Fire?" The subordinate looked at the director with a horrified look. When did his head become so violent?

"Fuck you!" The director slapped him and shouted, "Drive!"

"I didn't see it, go home, go home!"

A loud roar sounded over the intercom system. Only then did everyone react. Without saying a word, they turned their heads to the other side and turned off the police lights.

There was nothing on the roadside, no M113A3 armored personnel carriers, no ruins of small buildings, and no firelight.

As if there was a flying monkey stuck behind his butt, he flew towards the headquarters.

Watching several police cars roaring away without looking back, Bill was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.

Just now, he really almost turned his gun and shot those guys straight away, if the police dared to shout to kill them.

Fortunately, these policemen still have brains, so everyone just pretended that no one saw anyone. Isn't that great!

He smiled and drove the armored vehicle into the van. As soon as the door was closed, the truck quickly disappeared into the night.

Not long after, four trucks entered the interstate and drove north.

Police pursuit?

nonexistent!

Although the incident was a big deal, no one suffered any casualties.

Those who died were all mafia members, and the people did not hold officials accountable. This has been the case since ancient times, regardless of whether the surname is capitalist or social.

Besides, the gangster was driving an M113A3, who knows who he is.

If they are from the military, what will happen if they are intercepted?

Can we actually stop the vehicle and inspect it?

What hatred and resentment!

The CIA is still spreading drugs, and the military is still spreading drugs.

Leisure...

Bill returned to Newark with the motorcade, but Sean did not. He took Jonas and six security guards and went straight to the hotel after finishing their work.

Sean called in advance to notify Norris. Norris breathed a sigh of relief when he received Sean's call.

Now that Sean is here, the crew will be at peace!

When Sean is here, the sky will be there!

Looking at Sean striding forward and the six security guards in black suits behind him, Norris felt an unprecedented peace of mind.

"Boss!" Norris's voice was full of grievance and realness.

"Where's Diane?" Sean's first sentence was concerned about women.

Norris: "..."

Boss, the Lun family is also very scared!

"In the room, I'm awake, nothing happened." Norris licked his face and smiled.

"Next time, take care of things in advance for me. Don't cause trouble for me all the time!" Sean snorted coldly and pulled Norris away.

Norris opened his mouth, but there was no resentment in his heart. He was indeed inexperienced in this matter.

Pushing open the guest room door, Diane Lane subconsciously raised her head and saw Sean standing at the door with a smile.

In an instant, Diane Lane lay down with uncontrollable tears, ran over crying, threw herself into Sean's arms and cried loudly.

She was really frightened when she woke up. She was actually drugged and passed out in the hotel.

If she hadn't been discovered by the bodyguards assigned by Sean, she would have been completely doomed.

She couldn't even imagine what would happen after being kidnapped.

This is not something that can be solved by simply treating it like a mosquito bite.

"Okay, be good, it's okay, everything is solved!" Sean smiled and hugged Diane Lane's delicate body, gently patted her back and comforted her: "There is no more Ed family in this world.

Yes, so don’t be afraid.”

Diane Lane raised her head blankly and looked at Sean in shock, as if to confirm whether she heard correctly.

Sean nodded with certainty, "Just now, Ed's house was attacked by a group of unknown forces. They used firepower and Ed's family members were all killed."

"Unknown forces?" Diane Lane looked confused. Is it such a coincidence?

Sean blinked, and Diane understood instantly.

In the room, Elizabeth looked at this scene with envy, jealousy, and hatred in her heart!

Why didn’t that damn Dulles Ade force me!!

You deserve your whole family to die!