"Listen!"

Next to a Mexican restaurant in New Mexico, three cars that seemed to be private cars parked on the side of the road. Pablo, who had sunglasses, said, "I'll go to the back door with Nick, you, you, Nick takes the door hammer. After the door was opened, everyone followed me in. I'm the first, and you two..." Pablo looked at the other two and said, "One ambushed at the main entrance of this restaurant and aimed with a pistol, and the other hid on the side of the restaurant with a rifle. As long as someone ran out of the front door, he immediately shouted, if he still ran, he used a rifle to hit the leg. At such a close distance, you must have hit it. Do you understand?"

“yes-private!”

After responding, the five detectives looked at the restaurant that had closed the gate, and then took their place.

They never thought about how big a thing this would be. Isn’t it just to catch someone? It’s not enough to have six police detectives?

At 10 o'clock in the evening, there were almost no people on the streets of New Mexico, especially the street where they were, and the restaurant would not open until too late. At this time, six police detectives, including Pablo, felt that as long as they rushed into the restaurant and caught Hernandez's mission today, they would be completed... But...

call.

Pablo took a deep breath with a little restlessness. At that time, he walked along the alley next to the restaurant to the back door of the restaurant. Pablo, who had experienced countless similar experiences, was very clear about the steps of arresting the drug dealer. The order of the steps was like this. First, you must never give the other party any reaction time, otherwise the other party would definitely be unhonest; second, you must quickly control all rooms after entering, because if you are not careful, the Hernandez may fire a cold gun in a place where it was not discovered; third, once you find the drug dealer, you will never follow any rules, and you must shoot the other party to death without controlling the other party's hands.

Of course, Pablo's men knew these rules. The people they brought today were all elites who followed him to fight south and north...

Pablo raised a finger. He thought he was well prepared. Then, he raised his middle finger again with his index finger raised. In that second, all the subordinates who followed him checked whether the black bulletproof vests were tight and whether the gun in his hand was open to safety. When all these people nodded at Pablo, the anti-black and anti-drug department Boss instantly raised his ring finger...

Nick is the person who likes to use the pole door hammer the most in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department. This job is the safest of all jobs, as long as you have enough muscles and enough strength. All you have to do is to use your hands to rush the door hammer to hit the door lock. After that, Nick can completely dodge his colleagues to rush over because he doesn't have a gun in his hand. At that time, the person led by Pablo will quickly control the scene. When Nick comes in, everything will be almost done.

However, this time is a bit different.

Nick saw the door lock position. When You broke the door hammer, he always felt a particularly dry mood. When You broke the door hammer, his heartbeat began to suddenly accelerate... In You once, he could break open the door with just one time...

Dada dada dada dada...

The sound he didn't want to hear suddenly rang in his ears. When he stood in front of the door at such a close distance, Nick watched with his own eyes the wooden door of the Mexican restaurant fly out. Then, he seemed to see the doomsday and could hardly see how many bullet holes appeared on the door. Anyway, the outer wooden boards and patent leather of the door began to rise continuously, and countless wooden holes and tiny wooden blocks scattered as the bullet penetrated the wooden board.

Dead!

Nick, wearing a bulletproof vest, had no time to dodge. He stood in front of the door and began to sway his upper body under the penetrating impact of the bullet. Even the hand that had just dropped the door hammer was raised unconsciously in the impact!

Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch!

The bullet hit the bulletproof vest. The unexpected push made him tilt back quickly while shaking, and finally, his whole body fell backwards...

null!

when!

The breaking hammer had been thrown by Nick long ago, and the thing hit the ground and made a loud noise. It was when Pablo heard this sound that he watched Nick lean back and lit up the soles of his shoes.

“f—u—c—k!”

Pablo was not in the mood to think about his plan just now. He opened his mouth and cursed, aimed at the position where the bullet rushed out on the side of the door and tried hard to pull the trigger. At the same time, he shouted: "Trag him away and call for support. Hurry, the other party has heavy weapons!"

null!

He didn't even see what the other party was holding, but the situation in front of him was no longer something that the six guys carrying pistols could handle.

Empty! Empty!

Another detective cooperated with Pablo's super shot inside the door, and the remaining man pulled Nick's bulletproof vest and dragged it backwards.

No one knew Nick's situation. His body armor was broken like a flower bud just exploded, and his pale face made people unable to see anything at all.

The detective who pulled Nick into the alley was gasping for breath. Before he could worry about Nick, he was just afraid that if he had the breaking hammer, he would probably end up like this. In a hurry, the detective pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, dialed the number and shouted at the other end of the cell phone: "Do you general administration? We need support!"

At night, a bald man stood coldly on the side of the back door inside a Mexican restaurant. The ak47 muzzle in his hand rushed up and held it up. Half of his head was exposed under the light of the moonlight shining through the window, and the other half was hidden in the shadow.

pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal...

The sound of footsteps came from the restaurant. The restaurant owner who sent Nicholas out of Los Angeles was not long ago and ran up from the basement while putting on his clothes. He seemed to be frightened by the gunshots and asked anxiously: "What's wrong?"

"Police." The bald man was not nervous at all, and the words were so stable.

After a while, a few men who had their heads started to grow hair out of the basement of the kitchen. These people had three AKs in their hands, and the rest were all carrying pistols.

They quickly occupied hidden positions in the corners of the wall. Another bald man pressed the Mexican restaurant owner to the ground and said, "Let's go down." Then, he rubbed against the wall and rubbed against the front door and window: "How many people?"

"There are at least four back doors, two front doors, one aims at the front door with a pistol, and the other..." His eyes began to flash in the moonlight: "The darkness is on the side of the door."

The bald man on the wall said, "Machine gun, look at the back door, the last retreat, you don't have to run out in the same direction as us." He smiled, and he actually smiled in such a dangerous situation, smiling calmer than the Jianghu brother who licked blood on his knife: "Los Angeles no longer welcomes us. After leaving here, see you at the old pier."

"Where is the goods?"

"If you don't have your life, just carry it on your back. I will never compete with you for credit." The man in charge of issuing the order was the one who once told Nicholas that it was unsafe to bring goods with him.

"Take two AKs, one suppresses the pistol opposite from the muzzle, and never let him look up. The other one, kill the guy on the side of the door. Everyone listened, when AK opened fire and broke the glass, they all rushed out of the glass, and went out to the left, don't hesitate."
Chapter completed!