d-gang can be translated as community gangs and neighborhood gangs. However, if you are allowed to translate on weekends, he will definitely translate it as 'gang territory'. This translation is a bit of a belittlement of the American police, but looking at the blocks where Mexicans gather, there are different gang graffiti everywhere. It is like announcing territorial sovereignty, which makes people sigh, 'Why should the police belittle?'.

One wall in New Mexico (I dare not use the real name, please understand) is full of Mexican-style graffiti. This kind of graffiti is completely different from black graffiti. Except for the various colors that make people unable to see what it is intended, there is only a black pistol and the blood dripping from the muzzle are extremely clear.

Under the wall covered with graffiti, there is a simple and rough situation. Two meters ahead of the wall are filled with bullet shells. Some of these shells are flashing fluorescent under the lights of police lighting. Judging from the density of the shells, at least hundreds of shots can the shells be arranged in such a dense array.

Further ahead is a very narrow street, where up to two cars can pass side by side on this street. Unfortunately, there is a SUV full of bullet holes parked on this street. The black car and bullet holes with silver-white edges are covered with frontal bodies facing the graffiti walls. From the current scene environment, it looks like a SUV parked on the roadside was pressed by several people with machine guns and swept...

In the SUV car, two detectives who had already died were extremely miserable. The driver was shot at least three times on his face. The companion in the co-pilot position was penetrated by his neck and chest, both of them were like blood gourds.

"Sir, you can't go in...Sir..."

Several patrol officers have blocked the scene. The detectives and forensic departments of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department are busy working under the police lighting. Outside the yellow line, when Justin and Qiao arrived, Qiao's naturally evil face turned dull after seeing the situation in front of him. When the patrol officer stopped them, Qiao suddenly said angrily: "Don't you let us in? Then - he - mom - wait one day you die on the street and the case falls into the hands of the comrades. Can I also not let them in and look at you for the last time!"

"Joe!"

After Justin showed his ID, he raised a yellow line and pushed Joe in, saying to the patrolman: "Sorry. Our people are dead, he is a little... unable to control his emotions."

After entering the scene, Qiao ignored the others and walked to the SUV on his own. He looked at his colleagues sitting in the SUV. The face that was a little inaccessible with all kinds of pride on weekdays softened a little bit. He was used to verbally speaking to anyone. When he saw these two corpses in front of him, he almost cursed out his grief with an uncontrollable emotion: "I tell you, stay away from them, and wait for support, I said!"

"Why don't you listen..."

"Why... don't listen..."

Qiao reached out to hold the car door full of bullet holes. When he lowered his head, he made a wild beast-like sound at the broken window glass: "Yeah!!!"

...

Fifteen minutes ago, I never knew that he had escaped a life-and-death disaster on the weekend just because he was afraid of death.

After watching Nicholas leave, the SUV that was chasing him from behind his car and went out for a weekend, I was really shocked. He didn't expect that the one who followed him was stalking him, and thought that the third SUV was the backup hand of Nicholas, the drug lord. To be honest, just now, when he was excited, he really had the urge to drive and chase after him. If Chekov were in the car at this moment, he probably had already chased him... Now, thinking about it, he felt a chill in the back of his neck.

Fortunately, he is not greedy, otherwise it would be hard to imagine what it would be like to be sandwiched between three Suvs. This is not something a patrolman can deal with. If he had a whole department on weekends, he would be willing to show off a few moves with the other party.

In the late night, when he opened the car door and rushed towards the garbage dump on the weekend. Under the night sky, he took out the package in the black garbage bag from the trash can. In that second, he squatted on the side of the road like a scavenger and looked at the crystals in the garbage bag. After taking photos with his mobile phone, he only took one of them away.

He didn't need much, just be able to get enough chips on the negotiating table. These chips include calling Eyward for the ice-toxic test form seized by Montek last time, and then using the night to test the crystals in Adam's sealed laboratory. After comparing the two... plus everything I saw tonight... was enough.

...

Also fifteen minutes ago, Nicholas sat in the SUV and had just left the wandering area. He sat behind the driver because this position had the highest survival rate when the accident occurred.

"Bothss, we may be targeted."

The bald man driving said as Nicholas looked outside the car in a daze: "We have covered four blocks and circled back to the origin. The car has no intention of giving up."

Nicholas looked back and found a SUV that was exactly the same as their model in the rear window followed closely in the traffic: "Can you tell who it is?"

"I can't judge, but I can try why they follow us." After the bald man finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel hard. The SUV suddenly accelerated and changed lines while driving smoothly. The searchlight in front of the car shook out from the traffic, and then passed the jeep in front.

The bald man took out his cell phone and used convenient dialing method to dial a phone number: "Fin."

He only said one word, and two SUVs rushed to the highway at the intersection of inverted ‘man’, and the other turned to the fork.

At that time, the bald man picked up his eyelid and glanced at the reversing mirror, and the SUV behind the car was still following him like a shadow.

What he didn't know was that it was not that the SUV behind him did not give up, but that they didn't think you guys could run away at all. Don't forget that this is the downtown area of ​​Los Angeles, it's too difficult to drive away here. As long as you arrive, you can force the car into the blocked pocket. The helicopters in the air, the patrol officers, and the special police can't even fly out under the siege!

"Poss. They are for you, police."

Nicholas nodded and said, "It's only the police. I know that the only idiot I have met in Los Angeles is the idiot I have ever seen. He hasn't the courage to send someone to kill his father." After saying this, he put his hand on the bare shoulders in the driving position: "I can't be caught here. Even if I have to go to jail, I'm only willing to go to Mexico."

“That’s why I spend $1 million a year to hire you to shave your head.”

The bald head nodded and said, "I will make your money worth it."

He said to the phone that had not hung up: "Go to the designated point to prepare and throw the car away."

Buzz.

SUV is speeding up crazily on the road. It is obvious that she doesn't care whether she is stopped by the police for speeding.

"They accelerated again?"

After forcing the detective to drive and bite the other person tightly, he frowned in wonder: "Do you need to report?"

"Nonsense, do you think Nicholas's car is full of light-butt-tender-women?" After he said this rough word, he called Joe's cell phone: "Joe, we need air support. The other party's car is very fast, and we are heading towards..."

Qiao's voice came from the phone: "Don't follow too close. We are not ready yet. Now, we are contacting the police... Without them, we can't control the road conditions."

The detective holding the phone was about to respond to something when he found that his partner slowly parked the car on the side of the road. He held the phone and urged him, "Chasing!"

"Who are you chasing!"

There was no car driving on the empty street. In the unfamiliar environment, they almost completely lost Nicholas's trace in a turn.

"Joe. We may be lost..." After hanging up the phone, the detective was upset and raised his hands to his face: "Catch him, we can get at least 62,000 US dollars a year and be promoted...u..."

At that time, the street they parked was very narrow, and probably two cars could only drive by side; at that time, there was a wall opposite them, and the walls were full of graffiti; at that time, on the other side of them was a small supermarket, with colorful lights flashing on the glass of the supermarket...

Buzz!!

The roar of the car suddenly sounded. A SUV fell out from the alley beside the wall, and then the car used the butt to draw an arc route to stop the front of the car. The lights were shaking, and they couldn't open their eyes.

Buzz.

Another car roar, and the SUV roared and rushed over at a distance not too far. When the two cars were in a staggering position, a "sniff" sound of brakes made the two cars on a parallel line. In addition to their different orientations, even the exhaust pipes at the rear of the car were shaking and steaming hot air was emitted.

Nicholas' ink-colored car window fell, and he stretched his face out of the car. When he used one hand to pad the window position and the other hand to deliver the cigar to his mouth, he lay there and said, "Want to catch me?"

"hehe."

He smiled, smiling so disdainfully, and the smile on his face turned into fierceness almost when it was revealed.

Buzz!!!

The third car roar came out, and Nicholas's car drove away quickly. The second Nicholas, who attracted attention, disappeared in sight. When the car was no longer blocking his sight, the two pussies who turned their heads in the direction of the SUV just turned around and wanted to scold something angrily... but suddenly glared!

Four bald heads appeared in front of them, four bald heads holding ak47!

The pussy driving the car subconsciously reached out to block it...

da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da...

The gunshots were connected together, and the shells jumped out of the AK47 gun's body with all their might. The tongue of breathing seemed to stop, which prompted each gun to tremble in their hands under the strong control of the bald head.

At the same time, bullets hit the car with one shot, and the sound of "touch, touch" was chiseled irregularly arranged bullet holes on the body of the car. The front window of the car was penetrated by the bullets almost the moment the gunshot was fired, and then it shattered inch by inch due to too many bullets... The bullets seemed to be the bloody mouth of a beast, and the SUV was swallowed alive in an instant.

Amid the gunshot, Nicholas looked back again. This time, he clapped with a cigar in his mouth and drew a curve downwards and said with satisfaction: "It's worth the money." In his sight, there were four men who kept firing with an AK47 and the bodies of the car that were constantly shaking when the bullets were constantly hit.

Nicholas's car was abandoned on the side of the road after driving out of a block. After getting off the car, the bald man respectfully opened the door: "BoSs, there is no road surveillance here."

Four people walked down the car, including Nicholas. They disappeared into the alley and disappeared in a Mexican restaurant. The back door knocked on the door. When the door opened, no one would have thought about how this Mexican drug lord disappeared in Los Angeles!

Half an hour later, on a street about a mile from the scene of the crime, the door of a Mexican restaurant was opened. When Nicholas walked out of the restaurant, he no longer had the suit, but instead put on a vest and the beret that Che Guevara loved to wear, dressed himself up like a photographer, and there was a woman next to him holding a child who was only a few months old.

"Poss, Talisa will cover you as your wife and go to the Texas border. I can't help you when you arrive. But I don't know what to do with the seven people hiding in the basement."

The Mexican man who walked out of the restaurant said this to Nicholas, with unconcealed worries on his face.

Nicholas comforted: "Don't worry, they will stay in your basement for a month, and wait for their hair to grow out and leave one by one. During this month, they will not leave the basement step by step. All you have to do is just send them food and drink every day, and they will not cause trouble. If they need it, you have to be responsible for finding them - women, and be more hidden."
Chapter completed!