Dozo America

The meeting room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was sweating. The middle-aged man's forehead was dripping with sweat. A gust of cold wind blew together, and he realized that his back was soaked with sweat.

"Boss...Boss...What should I do?" A person suddenly said to the middle-aged man in a trembling voice. He stuck his head out and looked around, but found that there was nothing, so he took courage.

He hooked his waist and ran quickly towards the middle-aged man.

"Turn off the lights, turn off the lights!" the middle-aged man said in a low voice to the guy, "Turn off the lights, hurry up!"

"Uh, yes, boss!" The man was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, ran towards the light switch, reached out and turned off the light, then smiled at the middle-aged man, "Boss, the light is off.

It seems like there is no one..." He was only halfway through his words when he made a "gurgling" sound, as if he was coughing up phlegm.

There was a "boom" sound, as if something had reached the table, and it seemed that the guy's voice was no longer heard. The conference room returned to deathly silence.

"Yuri, Yuri..." the middle-aged man shouted softly to the unlucky guy just now, "Damn it, you bastard, could you please make some noise?"

"Boss...Boss...Yuri is dead..." A trembling voice came from someone in the darkness. This made the middle-aged man almost go crazy. He would not be so panicked when facing a hail of bullets and bullets. The enemy

You can't even see his face, but your own people are dying horribly one after another. This is really the most powerless thing.

"Open the door, let's leave, be quiet, damn, slow down, open the door." The middle-aged man lowered his voice and whispered to the guy next to him. The guy looked at the middle-aged man, and then pointed to his nose.

, his eyes widened, with an expression that looked like he was about to cry.

The meaning is obvious. The guys who came forward just now and the guy named by this middle-aged man were all killed inexplicably, and their deaths were miserable. Therefore, the guy who was named felt that he had been sentenced to death and mourned.

Lilian said to the middle-aged man: "Old... boss... I think he must be guarding the door... or... how about we find another way?"

"Look for another way? Your head was kicked by a donkey? There is only one door here. Do you want us to jump out of a window thirty stories high? Come on, if you don't go, I will shoot you in the head!" Middle-aged man

The man threatened the unfortunate guy, holding a pistol in his hand and pointing it at the guy's head.

Come on, you will die if you go, and you will die if you don't go. It's better to take a gamble, so he picked up the pistol, stood up suddenly, and "bang bang" fired all the bullets in his pistol towards the door.

There was a "puff" sound at the door, but there was nothing, so he crouched and moved quickly towards the door.

The journey was smooth, and when he arrived at the door, he held the doorknob and twisted it with all his might. The door opened. He felt happy, turned his head in the direction of the middle-aged man and shouted ecstatically: "Boss"

...The door is open!”

The middle-aged man nodded, and then said loudly to the other people around him: "Everyone, come together, the more people you have, the more you can escape. If you don't rush, we will all die!"

I have to say that what he said is correct. Rather than waiting for death here, it is better for everyone to rush out together. You can't kill everyone at once, right? Rushing out means that the chance of survival is great.

Increased. So under the middle-aged man's greeting, everyone rushed out and rushed to the door.

When the guy who opened the door saw it, he hurriedly took the lead and wanted to step through the door. But as soon as he stepped over the door, his whole body suddenly jumped forward, and then the lights at the intersection made his head fall back.

Falling down, this unexpected incident immediately frightened everyone who rushed towards the door to a pause.

But when life and death were on the line, these people didn't care about anything else, and they still crowded towards the door. The middle-aged man was behind, watching them crowd towards the door, he wanted to wait for the best time.

"Puff puff puff", one after another sounds sounded, and then people kept falling to the ground. Dozens of people kept falling down. It only took two or three minutes for everyone to arrive. There was no one at the entire door.

No one stood up, and no one ran out. They all fell at the door, and then a bloody smell gradually filled the door of the entire conference room.

The middle-aged man's teeth were chattering. Fortunately, he didn't rush in with these guys. This was simply a massacre. This was in the United States. This was not in Kosovo or Iraq or Pakistan or Afghanistan.

Ah, why are there such unscrupulous murderers?

Call the police, yes, call the police, you must call the police. This guy actually thought of calling the police. This is really a huge irony. He took out his mobile phone tremblingly, then played the alarm number with trembling fingers, and then the caller came from inside.

He quickly lowered his voice and said, "I want to call the police...I want to call the police...Many people have died here..."

"Please tell me your location..." came the voice of the woman who answered the police call.

"Here..." He was about to speak when suddenly the phone exploded in his hand with a "bang!" sound. He was so frightened that he quickly threw the phone to the ground, then picked up the pistol and shot randomly around, but only bullets were fired.

It hit the surrounding objects, and the sound it made obviously didn't hit anyone.

"Kakaka!" The phone made a crisp impact sound after the bullet was fired. He threw away the phone, then took out a dagger from his hand and waved it around in the air, roaring loudly as if he was crazy.

He said, "Come on, you bastard, you bastard who dare not show his true face to others. Show up and have a duel with me, come on -"

Following his shout, the lights suddenly turned on, and the entire conference room was illuminated brightly. The situation in the entire conference room was clearly reflected in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and his entire face turned pale.

There was blood everywhere, especially at the door, where corpses were piled up layer by layer. The thick smell of blood made people sick.

A shadow of a person slowly appeared in front of him. Then this illusory shadow slowly turned into a human entity. He was a young man, his face was a little white, but he was cold and cruel.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man was shocked by the way this person appeared, but he still forced himself to calm down and waited for the young man in front of him, "What holiday do we have? What do you want?

?”

The young man did not answer his words, but slowly walked up to him, looked at his face up and down, then nodded and said, "Are you Nikolai Ulyankov?"

"You...who are you?" the middle-aged man said to the young man, "Do you know what you are doing? Do you know who we are? You will face the wrath of the entire Russian gang, no matter who you are

Who are you? If you kill me, you won’t be able to escape, do you understand?"

"I know, of course I know who you are, that's why I came to find you!" The young man walked over slowly, and Nikolay Ulyankov suddenly felt tremendous pressure, and his legs suddenly went weak.

He knelt down in front of the young man. Then he slowly squatted down, held Nikolai Ulyankov's chin with one hand, and looked at it.

"Sure enough, it's you!" The young man nodded and said, "My name is Sam Stout. Remember it, and... you offended someone you shouldn't have offended, so... you must die because you

It threatens his family, so in the face of all threats, the best thing to do is to let those threatening people disappear. Unfortunately, you are one of them!"

"Let me make it clear, I know... you are doing things for someone else. Who is the person who entrusted you? I can pay him double the price, no, four times the price! You are a killer, and killers have prices.

Isn't it?" Nikolay Ulyankov shouted loudly, "I will pay four times the price! As long as you kill someone!"

"Let me kill that person?" Sam Stott seemed to have heard the funniest thing, "I am a good killer, but... no one can pay me enough to kill people, and no one can let me kill people.

There is only one person in this world, and that is my master. It is a pity that you sent people to kill him..."

"Fan? Zhen?" If Nikolai Ulyankov didn't know that he was going to kill him at this time, then he really wouldn't have to hang out in the gang. "You work for him? It's not worth it, it's not worth it, we

You can kill him at any time. If you come here and join us, I will not treat you badly. The money here is yours to take!"

"Haha, you are so funny. It's no use asking for money. You can't give me what I want!" Sam Stott stood up as he stood up. When he stood up, his thumb and index finger suddenly pinched his throat.

Nikolay Ulyankov just wanted to shout, but he couldn't breathe. He kicked his legs a few times and fell silent.

The lights in the conference room suddenly went out, and Sam Stott's figure slowly disappeared.

The police lights on the street were flashing, and more than a dozen cars surrounded the building. When the stupid agents came in, they couldn't help but take a breath, and the lights were turned back on. All the agents seemed to feel that they had entered a...

It was like a slaughterhouse, more than thirty people died in the conference room.

"The lists we have and the people we don't have are all here. Nikolay Ulyankov, the boss of the Russian gang's Los Angeles branch, also died here. It can be said that the power of the Russian gang in Los Angeles has been

It was completely wiped out.

"Act immediately to wipe out all the forces that have taken over from the Russian gang here." A high-ranking agent ordered, "These guys are finished, we can dig out their roots!"

The fall of the Russian gang in Los Angeles was so sudden that even their headquarters in New York had not received any warning before, so they could not find out who was responsible for their destruction. This made the head of their headquarters

The brains were all shocked and confused, not knowing where this force arose.

But this is just the beginning. The raids against Russian gangsters have already begun. It is not the police or agents, but an unknown force. This has caused this group of Russian gangsters to temporarily stop their plan to deal with Zhen Fan.

, began to be vigilant for his own safety.r1152

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