The moment the police cars, police lights, police officers and detectives all appeared in front of Berezov's den, the pedestrians passing through the block began to stop. They frowned and looked at the house completely surrounded by the police with a worried look.

"Nick, take people to the back door; Chekov, carry the cracking hammer, and the others go to both sides of the door. After the door is opened, the patrol officers enter the first wave. The anti-black and anti-drug department follow the patrol officers in." After Pablo, who was assigned the task, did not immediately issue an offensive order. Instead, when all the staff took their positions, he picked up the loudspeaker and stood at the front door of the police car and started shouting.

"Listen to the people in the room!"

After the sound appeared, Chekov, who was like a brown bear, held the breaking hammer and tightened the breaking hammer handle with both hands. Behind him was a group of cannon fodder in police uniforms.

The death rate of the US patrol police is so high. This is the most prone to problems. It is the most thrilling moment. Almost every patrol policeman will unconsciously start to look serious. In such occasions, he will never hear any patrol police jokes, because no one knows what will happen next. Perhaps it is to use his body to welcome the first row of bullets fired by the drug dealers when he rushes into the room.

This is a group of guys who are completely worthy of the word "noble". They may have violated discipline during the law enforcement process, and may also have a bad face to any ordinary people who go to the police station to do things. But at a critical moment, these people with the lowest salary in the American police system not only have to deal with heavy security work every day, but when the dangerous situation comes, they must die first!

They are also afraid and nervous. Some newcomers are also pushing the pistol away for the first time in their lives when facing this situation, and even watch their index fingers tremble and pulling the trigger...

Is it cruel?

Just imagine, if this was not Los Angeles, California, but Texas, where the new bill was promulgated, in a world where ordinary people could blatantly go shopping with various types of guns after the new bill, m41, and shiny guns were hung on every ordinary person in and out of the supermarket. What should the police use to protect their safety? (Real things can be found)

...

The room seemed to be frozen in a state of silence. One of the people present turned their heads and looked at the police lights swaying back and forth from the window. The light was as captivating as if it was announcing the end of their entire world, and it was time to say goodbye to "freedom".

Berezov had not yet fallen into a desperate collapse, and had to go through an extremely upset emotional process before. When he recalled today, when Duoke appeared, he rekindled his fighting spirit and wanted to regain the surprise of the Beverly Hills business, and was also at a loss now. If he had to summarize it in one sentence, he would probably say: "At the lowest point in life, God opened a window for me, but at this time I walked towards the window with joy, and God woke me up completely with a slap in the face. He shouted to me, "Don't dream!", and then closed the window and left, throwing me into a country full of despair!"

In addition to feeling that the police came too badly, Duoke also felt that they came too coincidental. This was completely in the rhythm of stepping into the poisonous nest... However, Duoke is generally expected to be cruel. This is a person who is so nervous that he can feel his heart jumping out of his chest and whenever he hits his chest violently, he can still hold his mind and hold on.

He moved. In this environment, Berezov's subordinates were completely lost in anger and picked up Damas' collar and pressed him on the coffee table. Then, the desert eagle pressed on his head and shouted: "You actually led the police here, bitch, raised by the bitch!" He did not want to kill people, but was driven by anger in desperate situation and didn't know how to vent.

Berezov never believed that Doko would have any involvement with the police, but he could not give a reasonable explanation. He was reminded to walk on the road of doubt in such a nervous environment that could not be thoughtful... At that time, he turned his head and looked at Doko. His eyes were full of distrust.

"Cousin, I want your answer. Regarding the business we have discussed before." Duoke highlighted the potential of the head wolf at this time, and he calmed down at this moment. Using the dangerous environment where both parties may fall into it as a bargaining chip for business negotiation is a kind of cruelty. He can use all the resources around him and ignore the results at all.

"I also want Beyoncé's butt!" How could Berezov have the mood to have a good conversation with him? The current situation will cause the most savvy gang leader to be confused, let alone Berezov.

Duoke stood up little by little, his cold face shining with glory again and again as the blue lights of the police light flashed. It seemed that people could see that this guy had a gritted teeth and was about to push up under tremendous pressure, and he would definitely be able to stand out: "Then I can't help you."

"But if you become my business partner, maybe I have a way to do what we do today."

No one in the room shouted "Kill them, their policeman's undercover" and so on. Only the villain idiots in the movie would shout this. Who would add an extra murder to himself in the nest surrounded by the police - poison -? Doesn't that mean you submit an application for an electric chair or gallows?

"What can you do?"

Berezov stood up from the sofa, and the atmosphere in the room was extremely tense.

"Listen to the people in the room, lapd, you are already surrounded, come out of the room, and lie on the ground with your head in your hands!"

Doko turned his head and responded to the door, "How do we know if the police outside are real or fake?"

Turning around, he said to the time node, "Now, are we business partners?"

"Ok! OK!!" Berezov's two sentences answered like cursing, and said fiercely: "Don't talk so much nonsense about him - mother!"

At the critical moment, Doko turned around and swung his right fist, aimed at the guy who pressed his younger brother Damas with one hand and hit Damas on the head with the gun. He thrust him back with a punch. The guy who was beaten even kicked his feet a few steps and hit the wall directly!

The others were stunned by Duoke. No one expected that at this time he would even punch that guy fiercely.

"Don't touch the people of the Duco family. I'll only say it once."

Duoke's temperament has changed. Such a dangerous environment has created his sublimation. At present, he is like an ant who is extremely fragile and wants to tease fate. What's interesting is that when fate drops his power that he can't resist as punishment, the ant actually shouts the slogan "Don't stop until death!" while overestimating his ability.

"Berezov, take out all the goods in this room, you must not have hidden those things in the sewer pipes in the bathroom and kitchen, right?"

Duoke's speech speed began to get faster. This is a person who knows when to tighten and when to slow down. What's more ruthless is that he dares to control this rhythm at any time.

"Damas!" Doko pulled Damas from the coffee table and ignored his brother whether he was willing to help Berezov at this time. He directly said, "If you win, all of us will win."

What do you want to do in Duoke?

Berezov had no intention of thinking at all. It was already hard to find a man with a backbone at this time: "Take out the goods!"

After his order was issued, no one in the room resisted. The sound of police bullets loading outside frequently came in such a quiet environment. The sound of the loudspeaker urged him again: "Repeat, if you have any trust issues, you can call for consultation. We are willing to provide documents, but after that, everyone must go out of the house!"

With such urging, Berezov's people could not have any objection. These guys knew very well how many goods were in the room. If all of them were found out, no one in the room could walk out of the prison.

At this moment, a fat man in a quick-touch T-shirt pried open the wooden staircase that could be seen at a glance from the living room, and there, he brought out a bag of things wrapped in black plastic bags.

After Doko reached out to take it, the nearly ten kilograms of goods surprised him. He did not expect that Berezov had reached this level.

"How to get it out?"

Berezov asked with concern.

Meanwhile, Damas took out a modern aircraft in his schoolbag that made these traditions—drug dealers—crazy!

"Can this thing deliver my goods? That's a full ten kilograms!"

Berezov's question received no answer, and Damas responded: "Tape."

Immediately after someone took out a roll of black tape from the back of the TV cabinet, he and Doko began to tie the package that looked like a garbage bag to the aircraft in a row: "Is there a window on the second floor?"

...

When Pablo stared at the door of the house, he found that there seemed to be no movement inside. This was a little bit wrong.

"Chekov, prepare to do it!"

Pablo is not willing to fight with drug dealers. If he could force them to surrender voluntarily when he completely surrounded the other party, he would be the best choice. But it seems that this is not the case now. The guys inside were silent and didn't seem to be psychologically struggling at all, otherwise they should have more communication with the police.

"Do it!"

When Chekov heard Pablo's words, he wandered with all his strength to roam the door hammer, and then rang forward with force. At the moment when the door hammer and the door lock collided violently, he took the opportunity to let go.

null!

A loud bang came. When the door opened to a certain level, the cylinder's breaking hammer flew out and approached two meters away, and then a "bang" landed at Duoke's feet.

An important moment has come, and a large number of patrolmen have begun to rush into the house. Everyone is paying attention to whether there will be someone in the house to fight back. When there are any sinister guys hidden in the corner that I have not noticed, the loft of the house opened a window, which is located on the roof, as if a small house also has a triangular ceiling...

Buzz...

The black foldable eight-rotor wing flew out along the window. This high-priced toy used by the crew usually has the advantage of a load of 12 kilograms and can fly continuously for 30 minutes. When this thing becomes a transportation tool for drug dealers, whether it can be lifted up to 1,000 meters or a distance of 5 miles after adding a power amplifier, it will make the entire drug dealer process more concealed.
Chapter completed!