American TV series

Chapter 276 What is a professional gang (owed 158)

(The monthly ticket price has not increased for a long time, which is ridiculous!)

Are death threats scary?

Scary!

What's scarier than a death threat?

It's death!

What’s scarier than death?

Many people couldn't answer it, at least not the people from the underground forces in Los Angeles before.

Everyone thinks there is nothing scarier than death!

But now, everyone understands.

You can’t see people alive, you can’t see corpses after death!

A living person suddenly disappeared!

No one knows what happened to these people.

No trace of blood could be found.

The unknown is often the scariest thing.

Worry, fear, fear of 'disappearing' and finding yourself.

…

"I was in a hurry yesterday, so I didn't forget to ask you, what did you think of building a gymnasium?" Shen Bi pulled Sean and asked: "No, do you know what a gymnasium really means? "

"What does it mean?" Sean was confused by Shen Bi's question.

"What kind of stadium do you want to build?"

"The basketball stadium, um, can also be used as an ice hockey stadium, and it can be used for concerts."

Shen Bi looked Sean up and down. He was a British guy and lived on Hong Kong Island. If he said he was familiar with football and basketball, he would be making things difficult for the old man.

But, "Okay, I'm not interested in basketball or anything like that, but I want to ask you how many people are you going to build a stadium for?"

"20000."

"Ha!" Shen Bi mocked, "Then do you know how much it costs to build a stadium with a capacity of 20,000 people?"

Sean blinked, he really didn't know this, "How many more can I, Sean, not be able to build!?"

"I tell you, it's more expensive than building a skyscraper!"

"Ah?" Sean was startled. He just suddenly had this desire, but he really didn't pay attention to the specific cost.

Sean really didn't understand this.

The cost of building large indoor sports venues is indeed very high.

The main reason is that the construction difficulty and technology are much higher than ordinary skyscrapers.

The Madison Square Garden Arena built in 1968 also had a capacity of 20,000 and cost $123 million.

This was almost 20 years ago.

In fact, the future construction cost of the slightly smaller Staples Center 10 years later will be an exaggerated US$375 million.

Even now, if Sean wants to build a modern, advanced multi-functional arena, the final cost will be around US$300 million!

This is not like an ordinary real estate project that can be sold to raise funds, which is impossible for sports venues.

Sports venues all rely on leasing to make money. Of course, the utilization rate of Staples Center and Madison Square Garden is extremely high, about 300 days a year.

It is still very profitable to make money.

"I don't know the specific cost, but yesterday I briefly searched for information and the estimated cost will be no less than US$250 million." As he spoke, Shen Bi raised his lips and stared at Sean and said, "And you, now, don't have money!"

"No..." Sean scratched his hair, "Aren't you helping me clean up those properties? Aren't you helping me get the funds back?"

"How long does it take? How can it be so fast!" Shen Bi rolled his eyes, "Including HSBC, your debt is a fucking US$1.854 billion. Oh, no."

"Monroe is actually too kind. He is afraid that you won't be able to bear it and say too little." Shen Bi sneered a few times, "You opened your mouth to buy New Century Media. Did you have money at that time? You didn't, what the hell are you? Even the first payment is owed."

"The initial payment was close to 600 million, and the more than 500 million used were depositors' deposits. All of this has to be paid back. He didn't include it for you. In fact, you owe as much as 2.2 billion. The entire New Century Media They are all empty-handed."

"Didn't I just get 500 million back?" Sean immediately became anxious. How come there are more and more of them? I have become a big loser?

"Aren't you going to buy Husky Energy?"

"It's impossible to use it all on Husky Energy. Can't we still get a loan?"

"This doesn't mean we need to increase loans. What's the difference?"

"Uh... Then we can also mobilize some cash." Under Shen Bi's close gaze, Sean's voice became smaller and smaller.

"No, where did my money go? Why don't I know?"

"You are..." Shen Bi was speechless, "The main investment is New Century Media Company. It cost 1.1 billion just to acquire you."

"No, I remember that many debts were paid with oil. The oil obtained from Lao Sa is not that expensive."

"Shut up now." Shen Bi waved his hand impatiently, "The oil you owe for the first share transaction has not been paid off yet."

"The subsequent payments are all in cash. The first payment from Lynch was US$300 million. The US$400 million is considered a deposit and is temporarily left in Sean's Bank. But the deposit is no debt? No interest payment is required? In fact, Your bank simply can’t come up with that 400 million, it’s just a bunch of empty numbers, and then you keep making additional investments and acquiring local TV stations. This is all fucking money, if it hadn’t been given to you by HSBC. If you make 800 million, you will already be bankrupt."

"Okay, let's see the specific figures after you check the accounts. Anyway, you owe so much money. It doesn't make much sense whether to get a loan for the newly arrived 500 million yuan to acquire Husky. The purpose of your bank is to support Expand your own company.”

"This time was originally to clean up your messy industries and use the funds to build a headquarters in Newark and develop commercial buildings in Los Angeles. If you want to build a stadium, that will be another big investment."

"So, where is the money from HSBC last time? Didn't you get it back?" Sean moved to Shen Bi and gave him a light elbow.

Shen Bi looked at Sean cross-eyed and annoyed. When he talked about this, he remembered that this guy kidnapped him.

Hem home shovel!

"Don't think about it." Shen Bi snorted, "The amount is too big, it needs to be slowly put on the market for cleaning, and it cannot enter the United States. The United States has the strictest inspections on money, and it is directly released when the company is registered. In duty-free ports or in Colombia, the money is better spent investing in ports in other countries around the world.”

"Anyway, you are the boss of the company, and both have a protective umbrella and the United States behind them. There is not much difference."

"Okay." Sean said, "Even if it is cleaned up now, you will have to allocate funds when you invest in ports and terminals in other countries in the future. It really doesn't make much sense, and it is easy to be targeted by the IRS."

"Anyway, I've decided to build the gymnasium. Even Jesus can't stop it. Isn't it just 300 million? Man, if you squeeze in, there will always be something."

Shen Bi glanced sideways at Sean and was too lazy to speak, but he could still squeeze out.

Shen Bi is really optimistic about investing in projects like stadiums. He has never been exposed to other projects, but he said that the Hong Kong Coliseum, good guy, makes a lot of money every year.

At the same time, a large amount of passenger flow can drive up the value of surrounding land, which causes the stadium itself to also appreciate in value.

This is a good real estate investment.

Once completed, a large sum of money can be loaned simply by mortgaging the annual income.

"So, how much money do I need now to fill the holes in the United States?" Sean thought for a while and asked again.

"You don't need to worry about the domestic side. Once I help you deal with all the messy industries, the hole will be basically blocked. The only thing left is oil to repay the loan. As long as you can guarantee that Lao Sa will not tear up the agreement, It’s not a big problem.”

"What you need to worry about is that HSBC suddenly calls for debt, which is 1.1 billion. HSBC is already jumping on the bandwagon." Shen Bi laughed, and everyone was stunned when the new president came to power.

Check the treasury, the 1.1 billion deposit is gone!

One of the collaterals is three docks that have not been put into use, and the other is a contract.

Who did you tell that this thing is worth 1.1 billion? No one believed it!

My head is buzzing.

In order to keep HSBC running smoothly and avoid huge turbulence, we now don't even dare to clean up the contacts Shen Bi left in the company as originally planned.

HSBC is the bank that issues Hong Kong banknotes. If this were exposed, just think about it, the Hong Kong dollar would plummet in the foreign exchange market.

I really can't bear it.

"I'm telling you, if I use financial means to do the accounting for you, I can turn your debt into 3 billion." Shen Bi turned his head and looked at Sean with a malicious look on his face.

"Okay, stop talking!" Sean quickly raised his hand to stop Shen Bi.

These financial guys are all dirty!

It was rare for Shen Bi to see Xiao En frustrated and he laughed heartily.

"You, if you have time, let the fleet roam around Southeast Asia more. When will the new warships be launched? The show of force must still be shown, otherwise HSBC will have to collect debts in advance after it recovers."

"Yeah, yeah." Sean nodded repeatedly, "It's almost time, it's almost time, we will form a missile frigate formation and go to Hong Kong Island!"

"money?"

"Hey, have you seen those launchers? Come and read with me, dao, dan!"

Sean's mind was wandering, so he turned around and took some time to wander around the rabbit.

Rabbit is so short of foreign exchange that he's going crazy. There's nothing that Rabbit doesn't dare to sell at this time.

Even the United States has never dared to sell medium-range missiles. Rabbit is really crazy!

Reagan was so angry that he was so angry!

…

"It's been 24 hours, that's what the guy said."

"yes."

"What do you think he will do?"

"Who knows, Cyril, did he call you?"

"No."

"What do you think?"

"Let's start a war? Haha, you have to show off your muscles."

"Let our people be alert and prepared?"

"Henry, tell the police and ask them to keep an eye on the person under the umbrella."

"OK."

"Everyone, please be careful."

After the conference call, everyone in the Irish Mafia was on alert.

The five leaders, including Cyril, have all mobilized a group of people to guard their homes. They will do nothing today and just wait for Sean's reaction.

After all, he is a rich man with a reputation for having a hot temper, and they don't believe that Sean will remain indifferent.

News has actually spread that the police are keeping an eye on Umbrella's 100-person security team left in Los Angeles.

After the riots in Los Angeles, most of them were evacuated, and the money provided by the Los Angeles city government was only enough to feed 100 people.

In fact, it is useless to have more. In the agreement, the protective umbrella is equivalent to a special emergency brigade, which will only take action at critical moments.

Of course, when it's the protective umbrella's turn to take action, it's time to kill someone.

On the other side, other underground forces in Los Angeles also received the news.

As soon as the 24 hours came, the entire Los Angeles underground went into silence. There was no robbery, no kidnapping, no gang fighting, nothing. They were all waiting for Sean.

Of course, the disappearance of 19 people the night before also frightened many bosses of underground forces.

What a great Los Angeles, how happy everyone was before!

Although there will be conflicts, although there will be fights, at least it is on the surface, and everyone knows the general direction, and there is no chance of major changes.

At least not in the short term.

Fortunately, now, a big turmoil has attracted a protective umbrella, attracting predators like the Jonas family.

Big crocodiles all eat fucking meat.

This pool of water was completely muddy. No one could be seen in the muddy water, and anyone could be eaten suddenly.

…

"Boom"

"Quack, quack, quack..." the sound sounded in the silent cold storage.

A big snow bag-like thing in the corner moved a few times, first a small gap appeared, and then an eye came over.

There was another series of "quack, quack, quack..." sounds, and with a bang, the cold storage door was closed, followed by a series of heavy footsteps.

Something like a big snowpack began to tremble, and then several heads popped out.

His head was covered with frost, and his eyes were moving very fast, as if the frame was stuck.

"Fake!" Jonas was startled as he walked over.

What the fuck is going on?

Blinking, why does the number of heads seem to be missing by one?

It turned out that several naked guys couldn't bear the cold, and one of them even froze to death.

The few people who were alive didn't want to be frozen to death for no apparent reason, so they decided to huddle together for warmth.

Several people trampled the frozen corpse under their feet, and four naked men hugged each other, and then covered them with large cotton-padded clothes.

Let the heat of your breath not escape.

Only then did Jonas come over.

Well, Jonas overslept.

"Damn it, drink it for them." Jonas saw that several people were too cold to open their mouths and couldn't make a sound, so he could only wave his hand.

The man twisted open a glass bottle, walked up to a head, stretched out his hand to pinch the other person's mouth, and directly pushed the glass bottle up and took a big gulp.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." A cough echoed in the cold storage.

For someone who's about to freeze to death, there's nothing better than a swig of vodka.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, a wave of heat spread throughout his body in just an instant. The guy seemed to hear the cracking sound of his joints. When the heat rushed to the top of his head, his whole body felt alive.

It’s great to be alive!

It is difficult for people who have not experienced it to imagine how painful it is to watch yourself dying little by little but being unable to do anything about it.

The moment I came back to life, I no longer thought about it, no, I didn’t even want to think about it.

I just want to forget that night before.

(The Volunteer Army will live forever, and the defeat of the 16 countries is natural!)

The four of them drank a big swig of vodka one by one. Watching the four of them gradually recover, Jonas tucked in his mink coat and said slowly: "This sip of wine is just to help you recover now, but the wine

The stress will pass soon, and death will come even faster at that time."

"Who are you?" The dry voice sounded like he was about to die.

"You are not asking me, I am asking you. You wasted your last chance to make a mistake." Jonas shook his finger, "You are alive because I want to ask you something, something about your previous relationship with the police.

Deal, if you are willing to cooperate with me, raise your hand."

Several people looked at each other and raised their hands without saying anything.

"Very good." Jonas nodded, and a man behind him walked up, raised his hand and dropped a bag.

"open to take a look."

A man squatted on the ground, stretched out his stiff hands, and took a long time to unzip the zipper.

There were actually five pairs of shoes, five pairs of pants, and five pairs of gloves in the bag.

There has never been a moment when they felt that shoes and pants were so attractive.

It's just a pity that the guy at his feet has no chance.

Shivering, they put on pants, shoes, and gloves on board, and one of them took a sip of vodka, and they suddenly felt like they were half alive.

"Okay, before I ask you questions, let's get down to business first. These corpses need to be disposed of. Hanging them here is not a problem." Jonas said, pointing to the electric saw next to him, "Go and get rid of all these corpses."

Cut it into sections and throw it into the cow's belly for easy transportation."

As soon as these words came out, the four people's bodies suddenly froze in place.

Many of these corpses are their people!

It's not that there's much emotion, but it's the matter of cutting up a corpse...

"Hurry up, I'm afraid you won't get over it before you get over it and freeze yourselves to death." After that, Jonas turned and left.

Normal people don't enjoy watching dismembered bodies.

The icehouse door was closed again, and several people looked at each other.

To live.

"Buzz buzz..."

Broken meat and broken bones are flying everywhere...

In fact, Jonas had some ways to deal with the corpses, but he did so just to completely break the psychological defenses of several people.

Simple and crude.

When a person does something that completely exceeds the bottom line in order to survive, his desire to survive will be very strong.

Sunk costs!

Sean: To be a bad guy, you need to be knowledgeable.

Finally being released from the cold storage, the four outright bad guys hugged each other and cried. They almost, almost died in there.

Now, they just want to eat a mouthful of hot rice and drink a mouthful of hot soup. For this, they are willing to do anything!

After all, he is a local snake. He grew up in Los Angeles.

There was no need for Jonas to ask, they just started talking like they were pouring beans through a bamboo tube, complementing each other, telling everything they knew and guessed.

"Okay!" Jonas turned off the camera, "Take them down, give them food, and lock them up separately."

Taking the two recorded video tapes, Jonas turned and left.

He doesn't know how to interrogate, doesn't know what to ask, and he can't keenly grasp the key to some questions.

But it doesn't matter, just send this video to Armstrong. I believe it will be helpful to them in investigating the details of the police.

If necessary, it will not be too late to re-interrogate.

…

"You haven't replied to me yet. You are looking down on me." Sean turned the goblet in his hand leisurely.

"Can you bear this?" Jonas laughed.

"I can't bear it." Sean also smiled.

"Tough him up!"

"all!"

A map of Los Angeles was spread out on the table, and Sean began to mark place names on it.

Where each of the five Irish Mafia bosses lives is marked on the map.

Following the highway on the map, he drew a few lines again. After some calculations, he looked up at Jonas and said, "Let's go and have a look."

Soon, two inconspicuous cars came out of Beverly Hills.

Inconspicuous is really inconspicuous, a bad Ford on the street.

But the inside has been modified and is bulletproof!

Of course, the level is incomparable to Sean's presidential car.

This trip is to conduct an on-site inspection in case there is anything undiscovered on the map.

After driving around each of the five houses, the car went to several nearby police stations.

Finally, I made a special trip to the Los Angeles detention center where prisoners are temporarily held.

With this back and forth, a day almost passed.

I worked until night and couldn't rest even after dinner.

When we set off again, there was an extra box truck.

"Mark here, location No. 1." Sean lightly painted red on the map.

There were seven people sitting in the car, and a person next to him forcefully opened a cover on the bottom of the van. Under the cover, there was a sewer manhole cover.

"According to the sewer structure map we got, this place can lead to six directions. However, due to urban expansion in Los Angeles, the sewers have been renovated several times, so we still need to go there." Sean tapped lightly on the map.

Next to him, including Jonas, were all wearing wetsuits, like wetsuits.

After putting on their masks, they looked at the map, picked a direction to investigate on the spot, and jumped off.

An hour later, the six people returned one after another and talked about the situation there.

"Unfortunately, there are many people living in the sewers. Fortunately, through these people, I asked about the nearby passage conditions, which saved me a lot of time." Jonas said with a wry smile after coming up.

"Only people? Didn't you encounter any weird things? Like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?" Sean couldn't help but complain.

Continue to the next location.

When planning, it must be precise and there must be backup plans, and there must be more than one set.

The plan cannot be too detailed.

If a plan is too detailed, once there is a problem in any link, the entire plan will collapse.

Sean likes to work on the sewers.

In fact, the bigger the city, the more complicated the sewer structure is.

It’s so complicated that officials sometimes don’t quite understand it.

It's no exaggeration to say it's a maze.

The only thing that makes Sean dissatisfied is that in big cities like New York and Los Angeles, too many people live in the sewers.

In the world's largest country, the moon is rounder than in other places.

That's it?

What a delay!

Sean asked Jonas and the others to check every possible road they passed, and every time they encountered the 'mole' clan living in the sewers.

Fortunately, this does not affect their passage.

After everything was done, it was already past midnight.

In the car, Sean compiled the information he collected and made a plan, explaining it to several people in detail.

At around 2 o'clock in the morning, Sean got off work, and Jonas also sent the other five people back to rest, but he still had something to do.

After taking a shower and refreshing himself, Jonas led another group of people and headed straight for the goal.

At around 3 o'clock, Jonas lay in the car and slept for more than an hour.

I was woken up at almost 5 o'clock, and I was still in a daze when I woke up.

Jonas really wants to ask, have you ever seen the sun in Los Angeles at four o'clock in the morning?

These days, nothing is easy.

Crime, murder, hard work!

"It's almost time, I'm going to give you an explanation."

Ten minutes later, the car door opened and Jonas jumped out of the car and got into another car next to him.

There are three more people here. This is the second echelon. If the first echelon fails to do its job well, they will serve as a reserve team to supplement and resolve any accidents.

After Jonas left, the car started driving slowly, getting faster and faster, without turning on the lights, and even the various signal lights on the car were broken, and just disappeared into the early morning night.

In the early morning, the road was very empty. A few minutes later, the target villa appeared in front of us.

Instead of slowing down, he stepped on the accelerator hard.

There was a loud "boom" and the big iron door of the villa was knocked open.

A large piece of the front of the car was deflated, and the windshield was completely shattered. The driver in the car seemed to have no feeling, and kept pressing the accelerator to the bottom. The cars in the car were all equipped with fixed devices, and all of them had serious expressions on their faces, preparing for the next collision.

The loud noise woke up many people.

It’s just that it doesn’t give people much reaction time at all.

The car has already rushed towards the main building of the villa.

It's not a villa door.

American-style villas usually have steps and porches at the door, so cars can't hit them.

At this point, the professional group is very experienced, and the target is directly the window position next to it.

"boom"!!

The car directly smashed into the wall and large glass window and rushed into the large living room on the first floor of the villa.

Break open the big iron door and smash the wall,

8 seconds!

This is because the villa was specially designed with a curved road when it was built.

It's just that in some places, cars just run over them and rush over.

What is a professional group?

Professional gangs are able to remain unaffected during a collision even without seat belts and can still control their bodies!

The car door opened, and five people dressed in black and holding various guns jumped out of the car.

During the day, the Irish Mafia gang began to be vigilant, but after being nervous for a whole day, there was no movement at all.

Now, revenge has finally come!

Stabilize your body in 2 seconds.

Open the door in 1 second.

"boom!"

"Click" "Boom!"

The first man in black who jumped down held a Remington in his hand, held his head high, and fired at the workers' room on the first floor as he walked.

"Click" "Boom!" "Click" "Boom!"

The three members of the Irish Mafia who rushed out were beaten up by the trolls and sent flying.

Melee combat, street fighting, and trolling are one of the strongest combat forces!

If there was a camera to capture this, it would be no more handsome than the one performed in the movie!

That sky full of blood flowers,

Absolutely!

beautiful!

Four people jumped out of the car again behind them. They didn't care about the lobby. They jumped out of the car and rushed towards the stairs of the second floor.

"trust"

3 seconds!

Rush to the stairs and open your hand to see three offensive grenades!

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

Offensive grenades rely on the shock waves and sound waves generated by the explosion to cause damage. They are extremely powerful in a small space and can create offensive gaps for subsequent attackers, so they are called offensive grenades.

As soon as the shock wave of the grenade explosion passed, four people rushed forward in a battle formation.

3 seconds!

36 sections of stairs.

The person at the front was also holding a spray gun. He stood at the top of the stairs, stretched out the muzzle of the gun and fired two shots blindly.

The huge killing surface of the trolls is used to clear the area and create opportunities for subsequent attackers.

3 seconds!

The two machine gunners rushed forward in one stride.

"Da da da" "Da da da"

Without even looking at the corpse on the ground, he aimed at the door of the room within the shooting range and fired a round at it.

I came today to fucking kill people!

Don't live alive!

Three people, triangle position, fire suppression!

Regardless of whether there is anyone in the room or not, the fire suppression is over!

5 seconds!

The troll was the last one to go upstairs and strode to the side of the door of a room. The troll aimed at the door and "bombed" it with a shot that directly opened a big hole in the solid wood door.

2 seconds!

Open your hand and throw an offensive grenade into it.

3 seconds!

"boom"

"Boom" kicked the door open, "ta da da" "ta da da"

Regardless of whether the person is dead or not, first shoot the human body in one round.

Then, wardrobes, beds, curtains, any place where people can be hidden...

Crazy shooting!

If you can still survive, then you are considered great!

20 seconds!

Empty the magazine and reload is complete!

"Stop, I surrender, I surrender, don't kill me!" Bart Furness yelled like crazy.

Has it been a minute since the big iron door was knocked away with the first loud noise?

No!

What is a professional group?

Professional gangs are training how to kill people while others are drinking and bragging.

Professional gangs are when others are committing crimes, they are training how to kill people in various circumstances!

Professional gangs are just people who are living and drinking, and while they are indulging, they are training how to use various weapons to better kill people!

Attack is always measured in seconds!

Bart Furness is truly crazy!

I didn't even have time to put on my clothes, and the intruder was already fucking right in front of me.

The broken pistol in his hand could not bring him any sense of security at all.

Explosions one after another and screams that stopped suddenly seemed to explode in his heart.

He could hear those screams, they were all his men.

He mobilized a total of 20 people to protect himself here.

But this didn't bring him the slightest sense of security.

Glancing at the two bodyguards in the room, they were both nervous and sweating profusely.

It's not that they are weak, it's the body's instinctive reaction. The crazy production of adrenaline hormones makes their breathing heavy like bellows.

This shout immediately attracted the attention of the professional group.

The gunman loaded the gun while walking, and his movements, which he had trained thousands of times, were smooth, neat, and fast.

The sense of rhythm makes people mesmerized by watching it.

"boom!"

The door was covered with sawdust.

If Bart Furness and the three of them hadn't been in a good enough position, these fragments could have taken away the three of them.

But that's where luck ends.

A grenade was thrown in.

This is not a fucking movie, there is no one with such quick reaction time to catch someone and throw him back.

There is no Cristiano Ronaldo here, no ecstatic volley.

"boom!"

After the explosion, the door was kicked open with a big foot, and two machine gunners rushed in one after the other.

"Da da da" "ta da da" "ta da da"

While the massacre was going on upstairs, there was no idle time downstairs either.

The driver and the spraymen who had cleaned the workers' room took out several barrels of prepared heavy oil from the car and splashed it everywhere in the hall.

The four of them were doing something good, and Shi Shiran came down from upstairs.

The driver raised his hand to look at his watch and gave a thumbs up, "118 seconds!"

The four people also gave a thumbs up.

The six people regrouped and turned around and ran towards the outside of the villa until they reached the big iron gate. One of them pressed the detonator in his hand heavily.

Just listen.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, followed by flames shooting into the sky.

Heavy oil is the remaining heavy oil after crude oil is extracted from gasoline and diesel. It is characterized by large molecular weight, high viscosity, and calorific value of 10,000 to 11,000kcal/kg.

Once ignited, it will continue to burn for a very long time, and the steel will also burn.

The only problem is that the flash point is too high and it is not easy to ignite.

Therefore, professional gangs directly use bombs to ignite them.

Under a fire, any clues will disappear without a trace.

At this moment, a car arrived at the gate of the villa. Six people opened the door, got in, and left.

The total time taken before and after is 152 seconds!

What the fuck is a professional gang!!

At this moment, the police had just received the call and had not yet come out from the police station.

You are a fucking mafia, how can you compare with me!

What to compare with!!

After receiving the news that the mission was successfully completed, Jonas put down his seat and leaned back heavily, "Go home and go to bed, Fuck, I'm so sleepy."

"Damn Irish!"

After waiting for a few minutes, when the police arrived, only a raging fire was left at the scene.

A group of policemen held their heads and gritted their teeth as they looked at the scene of the fire. Under the light of the fire, their faces were extremely ugly.

Of course they knew whose home it was, Bart Furness, one of the five bosses of the Irish Mafia.

Naturally, I also know the 24 hours that Sean told Cyril George.

Even thinking about it with his heels, he knew that Sean must have arranged and planned this.

But the key now is, is it useful to know?

Useless!

Not many people have seen what the perpetrator looks like.

You can't go directly to investigate Sean.

Are you kidding? He is a well-known rich man in the United States and even the world. He also has his own media. Without enough evidence, who dares to touch Sean?

Yes, as soon as this news is announced, even ordinary people will guess that Sean arranged for someone to do it.

After all, where is the style of Umbrella?

But the information about the deceased, Bart Furness, could not withstand scrutiny.

Why did Bart Furness die after Sean gave Cyril a 24-hour ultimatum?

Bart Furness: Yeah, I'm so fucking confused, why did you kill me?

If the police insist on investigating, Cyril and the Irish Mafia Group will be the first to stand in the way.

That's very ironic.

Moreover, maybe New Century Media will report this case on its own early tomorrow morning and expose Bart Furness.

This is the flaw of criminals themselves. Sometimes they are unable to investigate further even if they are dead, and they dare not call the police.

Pull out the radish and bring out the mud.

"What should I do?" A police officer walked up behind the captain and asked in a low voice.

The captain looked at the fire and was silent for a long time. "Let's go through the process and notify the other four people."

Following the process is a master key that can open any lock in any scenario.

How else would it be called an office process?

The people behind him began to call the fire alarm directly.

As soon as the fire alarm arrives, the faucet must start to run violently. With such a series of alternating operations, no evidence will be left.

What was left behind could no longer be used as evidence in the legal sense because it was excessively damaged.

This is why murder is always accompanied by arson.

And without evidence, sorry, the case can only be sealed and shelved. After all, the police force is limited, and taxpayers' money is also limited. It is impossible to waste endless amounts of money on one case.

There are too many cases that cannot be solved, and they are simply thrown into the cupboard to collect dust after expiration.

…

"What!" Cyril suddenly sat up from the bed, "Bart is dead?"

Throwing the microphone aside, Cyril jumped up at an unprecedented speed, rushed to the door, opened the door and shouted loudly: "Get up, get up, be on alert, be on alert!"

Sean has already taken action and someone has died, so of course his first reaction is to be on guard.

The villa suddenly exploded, like a chicken coop that had been stabbed in the middle of the night, and it was noisy.

It wasn't until he confirmed that everyone was on alert that Cyril let go of his worries. Only then did he think of the phone call.

I hurriedly walked back to the room and picked up the phone, but the other end didn't even hang up.

The other party understood Cyril's reaction very well.

After explaining the details for a while, Cyril's reaction only became more violent.

"Huh, tell me, how did Bart die? How many people were sent by the other party? Have they caught anyone?" Cyril asked urgently.

"have no idea."

"What?!" Cyril thought he heard wrongly or that the other party answered wrongly.

Don't know what the hell it is.

"Yes, I don't know. We rushed over immediately after receiving the alarm from people around us. It didn't take five minutes, but there was only a sea of ​​flames left at the scene."

"I didn't see any vehicles or anyone on the road. It was obvious that the other party had already run away."

"This is impossible, Bart has 20 people with him." Cyril didn't believe it and didn't want to believe it.

"We don't know now. The fire alarm has come and the fire has not been extinguished. According to the fire alarm people, the other party used special fuel and it is difficult to extinguish it."

"I'm just informing you. I don't know any more information. This is the only way. According to my experience, there are no clues." As he said, the man tilted his head and glanced at the fire scene and shook his head, "

You, please be careful."

It wasn't until a blind tone came from the phone that Cyril woke up.

He slowly hung up the phone and flopped onto the bed.

The door was pushed open, a gust of wind blew in, and Cyril shivered violently.

It was only then that he realized that he was covered in sweat and was very cold when the wind blew.

Cold to the core.

"Uncle, what's wrong? What are you..." The young man walked up to Cyril and looked at his lost uncle and asked.

In his hurry, Cyril only had time to call everyone to be alert.

"Bart, more than 20 people died in less than five minutes." Cyril only said a few words.

The young man's mouth is so open that he can definitely fit a fist into it.

After a long while, Cyril looked up at the young man who was still in a daze and said, "Let's go now, right away."

The young man was startled and looked at his uncle blankly.

Cyril's eyes were full of reluctance and determination.

"Let's go together!" the young man said with an moved face.

"I will bring danger, child. I watched you grow up. I can't let you die here." Cyril gave the young man a strong hug.

"Okay, let's go!" Cyril pushed the young man away and turned away, as if making up his mind, "Hurry up, don't waste time!"

The young man opened his mouth, then closed it, opened it again, closed it again, and finally turned away with a sigh.

After knowing that the young man had left the room, Cyril turned around and looked at the door, his expression changing from sadness and reluctance to determination.

He opened and closed his lips and said in a soft voice, "If they had already arrived, they would not have watched the car leave. There is a chance, there is a chance..."

…

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Recommend a book and just look at the name and it will make you want to laugh.

"Azu, please stop now" is written by a new author.

"Azu, stop it! It's all Chen Jiaju outside!"

When Guan Hongji spoke this sentence with a loudspeaker, Wu Shihao was stepping on Guan Zu in the factory, and Lei Luo was hanging in front of him.

Super cop? Gangster of the century?

Only I, Guanzu, am the light of this city!