Dozo America

The shooting at the flight school caused shock to the top management. The target they targeted turned out to be Fan Zhen, a person who has been very popular in the entertainment and political circles recently. He has a lot of connections, and they are all prominent figures. [In

At the scene of the shooting, the bad guys repeatedly checked with Zhen Fan about the relevant situation, while Maxi testified on the sidelines, and there were cameras in the hangar, which proved that this was a premeditated assassination.

"Mr. Zhen, what I can tell you is that this is a murder case against you, and it is most likely done by Russian gangsters. They are distributed across the country, but they have an extremely tight organization. How long have we been investigating them?

But... we have never obtained any evidence that can bring them to justice." A cunning police detective said to Zhen Fan, "Sorry, we will send people to protect you 24 hours a day!"

"Don't you think our target is not obvious enough?" Zhen Fan frowned, then looked at the stupid agents around him, sighed, and when he was about to say something, his cell phone rang.

He took it out and looked at it. It was Sarah calling. Her first words made Zhen Fan feel her strength.

"How do you want to deal with them? Count me in!"

Zhen Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "You are a bad detective, don't you intend to act within the scope of the law? Do you want to break this rule? Or do you not want to do this anymore?"

"Forget it, just throw it away, I'll work as a private detective." Sarah snorted, showing her dissatisfaction with her job, "Tell me. I can help you, at least I can tell you about them

Where is their headquarters and who are their leaders. In short, as long as I know what you want, I will help you get it. If I don’t know, I will also find a way to help you get it! I know they can’t have any influence on you.

A threat, but a threat to the women around you!"

This is true, unless they no longer go out, or live with Zhen Fan forever, doing nothing. But this is obviously not possible.

"Okay, send the information you know to my phone!" Zhen Fan nodded, "As for those fighting and killing matters, you'd better not participate. I'll take care of this!"

"Okay, it's up to you, but remember, I'm your backing!" After saying that, Sarah hung up the phone, and then sent all the things she found from the fuck's database to Zhen Fan

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Zhen Fan's cell phone kept beeping, and all the information was sent to Zhen Fan from the Internet. When Zhen Fan opened it and looked at it, he couldn't help but nodded. This was consistent with what he read from the killer's mind.

The information obtained is basically consistent, except that the killer’s qualifications are very low. The information is incomplete, and Sarah

What was sent was much more complete. It included their names, status in the organization, location of main activities, etc. Of course, it was not perfect. At least they did not clearly find out about the huge drug trafficking and human trafficking of this Russian gang.

, evidence of illegal activities such as organizing sex trafficking and arms trafficking.

For the assholes, not being able to find this evidence means that they cannot take action against these bastards, but this is enough for Zhen Fan. He does not need evidence, he only needs to prove that these are what they have done.

Things or things being done are enough.

"I'm sorry for causing trouble for you!" Zhen Fan got rid of the entanglement of that stupid agent and walked to Maxi. He had just finished giving his confession, "Be careful lately, these people are all here for me.

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"It's okay, maybe it's coming towards me!" Maxi laughed, "I once beat up a Russian bastard on the street, and then they sent out their killers. That must be the case. Don't worry about me, I'm here

People who have served in elite troops, I don’t care about these people." He joked with Zhen Fan.

Zhen Fan knew that this was Maxi's way of easing his heart. He didn't have much, he just patted him on the shoulder, walked to his car, smiled at him and said: "If there is anything you can't handle, just go

If you come to me, don't be polite to me. You have to be responsible for your own wife and daughter. You are not alone now!"

"I know, thank you, Zhen!" Maxi nodded solemnly.

"It won't be long, their good days are over!" Zhen Fan looked at Maxi and smiled, then started the car and left the flight school in a hurry. Along the way, people kept calling. What happened here?

Reporters had already arrived after hearing the news about the attack, and the incident was also reported on TV news.

"It's okay, nothing happened. Stay at home with peace of mind. I'll be back soon!" Zhen Fan responded to everyone's phone calls like this. He must do something to reassure those who were worried about him.

Sokolov has been having a good time in prison recently, because the place where he committed the crime was on the border of California and Nevada, so after he was finally found guilty, he was transferred to a state prison in California. This is

One is located in a desert dozens of miles outside of California, and relatively close to Nevada.

The TV in the prison showed the scene of Zhen Fan being attacked at the flight school. Sokolov pointed at the figure of Zhen Fan on the TV, made a shooting motion with his finger, and said "pop" "

There was a "pop" sound. Not just him, but also all the Russian gangsters who were caught because of Lucy Yu Hai's case.

They were all talking about this matter happily. Even in prison, after these people formed a group, they were the bosses. No one dared to mess with them. The shooting incident on TV was caused by people like this, who used submachine guns so arrogantly.

Shooting is tantamount to a terrorist attack, which is beyond the scope of what gangsters should do.

Such a group of terrorists are still terrorists in prison, so no one in the prison dares to provoke them, so they naturally enjoy the privilege of being the boss in the prison.

"Sooner or later he will die, and it's almost now!" Sokolov was lying on the bed. At night, what he liked most was that the man who was imprisoned with him and was his boss said this. Originally, he was

They thought they were betraying the gang, but now this group of Russian people also understand. It was just a trick played by the police, so they still chose to believe in their own people, because they believed that the Russians would not surrender.

"I know. Now that the organization has taken action, there is no time to stop halfway!" The boss sighed, "It would be great if we could go out! We can get to know this bastard with our own hands. By the way...how did the headquarters find out about this?

Is this bastard Zhen?”

"Maybe it's because of the little girl!" Sokolov snorted, "He did it to get the little girl. What a fool, what a bastard who deserves to go to hell!"

"You are also a bastard, Sokolov. Although we believe you are innocent, people at the headquarters may not necessarily believe it!" The boss knew that sometimes Sokolov should be beaten.

"Boss, you know, I was wanted and tricked by them!" Sokolov said in frustration, humiliating things that he often does in front of the boss now.

"Damn police!" the boss cursed and fell silent. Sokolov didn't dare to say a word either. He could show off in front of others, but in front of the boss, he still didn't dare to say a word.

.Although you know how you will clean yourself up after you go out?

The night in Los Angeles, one of the largest cities in the world, is brightly lit and very beautiful. But in a huge conference room on the top floor of a building, a man in his forties or fifty years old

A sturdy middle-aged man with blond hair and a suit was angrily throwing the tea cup to the ground.

There were about thirty people in front of him. They were all silent in front of this guy, with their heads lowered. They didn't dare to say a word. They listened to this guy roaring in the conference room: "A top killer,

Two elites from the special forces can't even handle a Chinese, they're useless!"

His words were like a gust of cold wind blowing over, making these people shiver. They subconsciously lowered their heads even lower, not daring to breathe out.

However, it was indeed a gust of cold wind blowing over. This group of people, including the strong man standing at the front, knew it. They knew that the wind was blowing in from the door. So this meant that the people in the originally closed conference room

The door has been opened. Why did the door that was originally closed open open?

"Go and take a look!" The middle-aged man frowned and casually pointed at a guy in front of him.

The guy nodded quickly, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and then slowly approached the door. It could be seen from the street lights outside that there was no one at all, so he turned back to the middle-aged man, shook his head, and said: "Boss...

No one, no one saw it, it must be the wind!"

"Go out and take a look!" The middle-aged man glared at the guy.

The man quickly leaned out and walked a few steps in the corridor. He turned around and smiled at the middle-aged man: "Boss, there is really no one! Not even a ghost can be seen... uh...

Uh-" Suddenly there was a strange "Gulu" sound coming from his throat. He wanted to speak, but was horrified to find that he could only make "uh" and "uh" sounds, and then a spurt of blood shot out from his neck.

The blood of the stock.

"Close the door -" the middle-aged man suddenly turned over and landed under the oval conference table, shouting loudly at his subordinates who were looking for cover everywhere.

But no one dared to come forward. The man in the middle suddenly glanced at the two guys hiding beside him, and shouted in a low voice: "Go, close the door quickly!" He also raised the pistol in his hand at them.

The two guys looked at each other, then clenched the pistols in their hands, held them tightly with both hands, took a breath, and rushed forward suddenly. Their target was the door. As they rushed, they fired randomly with the pistols.

, even though there is nothing in front of you, let alone anyone to hit, but this can be emboldening, right?

As soon as he rushed to the door, the two guys suddenly seemed to be frozen there, motionless. The anxious middle-aged man kept shouting angrily: "What are you doing? Bastard, damn bastard, close that door."

Damn door!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door seemed to have heard his call, and suddenly closed automatically with a loud "bang" sound, which suddenly frightened the hearts of everyone in the room to a halt.

And at this time, the two people slowly softened to the ground. Their throats seemed to have been pierced by something, and blood was flowing. (To be continued...)