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"Feel sorry."

O'Connor shook his head and said, "He didn't trust you and rejected my proposal."

This him refers to Boss O'Connor.

The other party was ecstatic to hear that a unique product worth 60 million US dollars had been seized. As for using this as bait, he cooperated with Toledo and another person to lure Braga out.

As soon as this plan was announced, it was directly rejected by the boss.

The other party has no idea of ​​cooperation at all.

He even directly ordered O'Connor to take Dupin and two other people back to the FBI branch in Los Angeles, without any room for negotiation.

In response, O'Connor could only respond with silence.

As long as those two people didn't knock him out, he wouldn't be able to catch them all.

For a time, there was a dilemma.

"so what."

Ethan bit his cigarette and stared at O'Connor: "What is your decision?"

This decision is not easy to make.

As a law enforcement officer himself, he knew very well that O'Connor didn't have many options. Perhaps knocking him out would be a good plan.

Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed.

The palms are also ready to move.

"Please."

O'Connor quickly sensed this emotion and helplessly spread his hands: "Can you stop being so violent? Can I ask a question?"

Without waiting for the two to answer, he asked himself:

"Aren't you afraid that I would set a trap and ask my colleagues to arrest you all?"

"Toledo, you are a wanted criminal."

"As for Mr. Morgan, I think you are also wanted somewhere. Why don't you just let me make the call alone?"

Old God Ethan was smoking a cigarette on the ground, and he didn't look worried at all.

Wanted, does not exist.

Even if he is caught red-handed, so what, so he doesn't care at all.

As for Toledo, he only thought of this now.

If the other party had intentionally tipped off the information just now, it could be said that he had given O'Connor an opportunity.

The body becomes tense and then relaxes immediately.

"Do not talk nonsense."

He stared at this old rival and said dullly: "You have made your choice, what are we going to do next."

Being able to say it proves that the other party did not choose to do that.

After being in this kind of circle for so long and having a reputation as a great person, Toledo is definitely not the fool that Ethan said he was.

"Go back to Los Angeles."

O'Connor put his hands on his hips and gritted his teeth: "Find a place first to put these things away."

"I'll talk to my boss tomorrow."

"Don't worry, no matter what the outcome is, I will not try to stop your actions. Braga's unique weapon has killed many people, and I can't let him continue to wreak havoc."

"You're risking your career."

Ethan shook out the cigarette and handed it to O'Connor: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Easy, I'll knock you out with one punch."

"Toledo and I will make arrangements and we should be able to kill Braga."

"It's not the first time I've bet my career anyway." O'Connor glared at Toledo angrily and took the cigarette:

"We can't give Braga any chance. It will be impossible to lure him out next time."

"He is a very cautious person."

As the third scarlet light lit up, the three people were finally of one mind.

O'Connor would rather disobey the order and work with them to use this opportunity to capture Braga, and finally got together with them.

The three fist bumped and then got in the car.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, they got into a stolen car and hurried back to Los Angeles.

That Jeep must never be driven again.

It's full of bullet holes and will definitely be stopped and searched by the state police.

Moreover, the target is too obvious. Braga will definitely send his men to focus on the search. There must be someone in the law enforcement system of the other party. He cannot just drive this car back stupidly.

As for the stolen vehicle, it was found outside a motorcycle club.

There's also a gang logo on it.

Presumably those little gangsters wouldn't mind lending it to them.

"Where are we going now?"

Back in this bustling city, Toledo wiped the sweat from his forehead and gritted his teeth and said, "This is our only bargaining chip. We need to find a place to put it."

The pain in the wound became more and more intense.

Ethan's cigarettes had long been consumed by him, and without the support of nicotine, he was a little irritable.

"Vehicle Impound Yard."

O'Connor turned the steering wheel and drove forward quickly: "Putting it in that place is safer than putting it next to us. Braga would not have thought it, and my colleagues would never have thought it."

"Our own people's territory is often the last to be searched."

Hey, what a clever little guy.

Ethan nodded, indicating that he had no objection.

The situation is indeed what he said. The vehicle impound lot that cooperates with the police is indeed a good place to hide things.

No normal person would guess that there are unique items worth 60 million US dollars stored here.

The impound lot is coming soon.

O'Connor gave out his agent number and drove in for any reason.

As for whether his identity will be exposed.

Ethan glanced at the manager of the detention center and knew it was impossible. He was an old white man with a rosaceous nose and a hint of shrewdness in his honesty. This kind of guy would not meddle in other people's business.

Commuting to get off work on time is their only requirement.

It would be great if I could sneak in a sip or two of wine.

And according to the procedure, they don't need to report anything, just register the information, and they don't want to provoke the FBI.

"Bump bump bump."

The car doors closed one after another, and the three people got out of the car.

After looking at the Ford SUV, Toledo was still a little worried.

This is his last hope for revenge.

"You don't understand."

O'Connor saw his thoughts and shook his head: "I am a law enforcement officer. I know where to hide things. What we need to consider is where to hide now?"

"Your wounds also need to be treated."

While speaking, O'Connor and Toledo both looked at Ethan.

This guy is the most mysterious.

The hiding place should be very safe.

"inconvenient."

Ethan put his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

There was also a bald man staying in the temporary apartment. Jiabo definitely didn't want to see him running back with two strangers. That guy couldn't be more cautious and had to have a fight with him.

"Then there's only one place."

Seeing him shaking his head, Toledo gritted his teeth: "Let's go to Leti's house!"

"how to get to?"

O'Connor scratched his head: "We'd better not call a taxi now, our characteristics are too obvious."

"especially."

He tapped the wound on Toledo's shoulder.

The blood stains are less obvious on dark clothes, but you can definitely see them up close.

"boom."

Toledo punched hard and shattered the glass of the vehicle next to him.

He looked at O'Connor and said simply:

"Driving, of course."