It's over

When these two words appear in my mind on the weekend, not a set of words, it seems that everything in the United States will end. Once the dark muzzle begins to spit out flames, the shock force of the bullet hitting the body can cold the internal organs collapse. ∽↗∽↗, update quickly, please search, that is, the death period is coming

The curse of fate appeared on him again, but this time, no matter how clever and quick he was unable to resolve the current situation, because Yoda couldn't hear a word at all.

But Chekov, a reinforcement who had been in contact on the weekend, never appeared.

Where is he

On the road outside Beverly Hills, Chekov held a gun in his hand and watched the corner of his mouth rise. Today is the day when he and his colleagues from the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department were working together. The goal is to slowly surface after a long-term investigation. This is from the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department who had lost their temper at home to the weekend. When Pablo was concentrating on controlling the information of the Wandering Area but never found anything, a very unusual situation appeared in the Armenian gathering area where he kept a low profile and avoided the police's eyes. That was a group of guys suddenly began to have money. This group of people was very strange. Some of them were once thieves in the Wandering Area, some were once the most looked down upon homeless people in this place, and some were not gangsters at all, but just children from Cuo Xue, and these people were showing off their power.

Pablo is not a blind man. If these guys just go to McDonald's, he would never focus on them. The problem is that this group of people are driving a new bright golden car to pick up girls. Even the wheels of the new car are dazzling, so they must be high-end goods at a glance, otherwise they will not have such an arrogant effect. After running, girls will go to a five-star hotel in groups, and every time they go to dinner, they will order red wine steaks. They are still very unsociable in such a high-end hotel.

So, Pablo temporarily changed directions when Nasas had no choice. Unexpectedly, after a long period of tracking, a whole transportation line began to appear in front of the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department of the Los Angeles Police Detectives Department. In that second, Pablo, who had been dull for a long time, almost exclaimed. Behind this line was the most rampant Siberian company in Los Angeles.

Duoke did not cover his crotch while being eager to take revenge and leaked out his fox's sexy tail. He could not complete the task of showing off and low-key delivery. Besides, those gangsters who are not valued in Armenian gathering areas, once the homeless man has a huge banknote of tens of thousands of dollars in his hand, there are a few who know how to spend it so that he can not be conspicuous and experience the ultimate enjoyment.

In this case, it is impossible for the anti-black and anti-drug department to not pay attention to it.

Pablo held back the heart that wanted to rush up and sweep these indifferent gangsters directly, and kept hiding. During this period, he had to help Chekov solve economic problems and also had to rub the butts with his girlfriend on weekends. The sour taste was sour. When the weekend and Yoda incident broke out in the police station, he couldn't help but lose his temper if he didn't rush to the weekend house.

That weekend of scolding brought about the perseverance of the past few days. Pablo was afraid that Chekov would be too impulsive to exclude him from his actions. This was not because he was worried that Chekov would leak the secret, but that he would never make any mistakes even if he could not control the Russian brown bear.

The moment when the lucky goddess experiences the pleasure of life and death on the weekend is coming. Today, Pablo arranged everything last night. When someone was ambushing around Beverly Hills early, he quietly stared at a Mercedes-Benz. According to the tracking these days, this Mercedes-Benz also has a Cadillac truck that specializes in transporting goods to Beverly Hills. After all, the police generally ignore this kind of high-end car. Who would have thought that the person who drives this kind of car is not a rich man in suits and ties, but a drug dealer who abides by traffic rules.

More importantly, Pablo, who had not alerted the enemy, also found that these two vehicles were empty before entering Beverly Hills, and they would only be connected by the aircraft after entering Beverly Hills. Pablo, who had so much information, still did not take action. In fact, he was more anxious than anyone else. In order not to disturb the entire transportation line, he had to capture it when he had all the information. If he could not control the person operating the aircraft, the line connecting the Siberian Company would likely break immediately, and Pablo was unwilling to take that risk.

Slowly, when they were interested in keeping abreast of their scrutiny, Duoko's men were not prepared for the situation after resolving their grudges with SAS. People who changed locations to control the aircraft appeared in the eyes of the Anti-Black and Drug Enforcement Department. A guy named Vicodo was targeted by Nick.

God is fair. Since you will not use a lightning to kill you who is wandering when you have nothing, then don’t think that you can escape the punishment you deserve after making money that does not belong to you.

Pablo decided to take action the moment Vicodo surfaced. When these people gradually became clear, the masterminds behind Doko and Berezov also came into their sight. As long as the net was beautiful, he would not believe that these bastards would not bite out the two guys who had embarrassed the anti-black and anti-drug departments when facing a decades sentence. As for how they used to transport goods and how to contact them, are they still afraid that they would not be able to be examined if they arrested the person.

Pablo, who made up his mind, sent Nick and Chekov to connect to the Mercedes-Benz and Cadillac last night. Sure enough, the two cars went to the Doko office in the Russian gathering area. A few minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz left Doko's house and marched towards Beverly Hills. At that time, Nick joked with Chekov and said, "It seems that the group of poisonous insects can't help it."

Chekov responded in a good mood because he solved Mrs. Smith's murder case: "No matter what, it's a case that's not difficult anyway."

He didn't know that this difficult case made Pablo swallow his anger and started to be swept away from the time Berezov's drug nest was swept away. He kept his anger in a coward. All the entire anti-black and anti-drug department agents except him were busy on the back of the head for nearly a month, just waiting for today to avenge their previous shame.

The Blue Raptor followed the Mercedes-Benz slowly into Beverly Hills on the road. When the aircraft in the air appeared, Nick picked up the intercom and said, "Head, the fly appears, it's time to kick those asses."

At the same time, a voice came from the intercom: "Vicotto is surrounded by us. Even if he hangs himself on the aircraft, he can't run away. Chekov, are you sure that we have shot the aircraft and our people have already taken the video. It can be proved that these guys are dividing the labor around the crack in the air, and if they are letting the aircraft run."

Click.

Chikov, who was sitting in the car, held the shikigun and loaded the bullet. He reached out to take the intercom in Nick's hand and said, "Don't do it first, let the aircraft land first. When he gets to the cargo man, he will do it. At that time, no matter how fast the aircraft is, it will take some time to fly."

"no problem."

Pablo can do nothing with Chekov, but this kind of thing must be followed by Chekov.

Mercedes-Benz drove into Beverly Hills, and the entire anti-black and anti-drug department was on high alert. A large net was ready. Until the Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped and the aircraft in the air fell into his hands. Nick drove the blue raptor belonging to Chekov and roared out.

A strange cry appeared, and then two police cars around them flashed with police lights and appeared in front of them, behind them was the roaring bird of prey like a beast.

The gangster who received the goods was stunned at first, then immediately raised the aircraft he had just received, shouting wildly: "pggg" He did not have much goods in his hand, but he knew how long these policemen had been watching them and how much evidence they had obtained. The goods he transported out of his hand in this month would be more than 10 pounds, if this would be converted into a sentence

The moment he turned back to look at Chekov, the aircraft flew up instantly, and there was a Bluetooth headset flashing with blue lights on his ears. At this time, the Raptor happened to park next to the Mercedes-Benz, and Nick walked out of the car with a gun. He lay in the front of the car and pointed at the gangster and shouted: "Lying on the front of the car, don't be fucking tricks."

Chekov didn't get out of the car, opened the door that didn't close the window at all, stepped on the window and pushed the door forward to death, and stood in the car with his other foot. He tried his best to save time and aim with a gun.

The shikigun spewed out the flames. Before the aircraft flew out, it had already scattered into a pile of parts and fell down. With a bang, it rolled forward and white rice-shaped objects scattered all over the ground. In that second, Chekov jumped out of the car, watching Mi Fenmo floating in the air raised the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the intercom and asked, "Boss, have you done it?" He seemed to be more intimate with Pablo.

"It's time to settle. None of the people in Vicodo ran away."

Chekov said proudly: "The goods and people have all got them."

“Beautiful job”

Bee, bee, bee.

Chekov's phone rang at this time. He looked back at Nick, held the intercom and said, "Isn't there a walkie-talkie?" Nick replied with a smile: "How do I know?"

"Hey" Chekov, who answered the phone, was still wondering when Barbour had so many things to do, and the weekend words came: "Chekov, I need you. I am in a mid-range residential area in North Los Angeles. The location is that I don't care what you are doing, come here immediately."

Chekov had never seen a hurry on the weekend, but his attitude this weekend really shocked him.

"You can handle all this," Chekov said this without waiting for Nick to answer, and reached out to throw the fire-shot gun into the passenger seat. After closing the door, he got on the car from the other side, and directly knocked the accelerator away.

"Hey"

Nick, who had just handcuffed the prisoner, spread his hands and stood on the road, watching the wheels break the aircraft and the pack of cracks into pieces, and then cursed helplessly: "ale"

Of course, Chekov was unaware of this sentence. He had already emerged from Beverly Hills and rushed over to the place agreed with the weekend. The blue bird of prey ran wildly on the road like a blue lightning. Chekov's ears seemed to be constantly echoing the anxious tone of the weekend. In that second, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and he could hear the sound of the wind coming out of the car in the car.

Chekov had no intention of thinking about anything else. He was almost at this speed except slowing down when turning. However, when he was ready to turn again, he had slowed down and had set the steering wheel to cross the raptor at a right-angle bend to slam the accelerator again, he heard the roar of the car that was not his own. The reason for hearing the roar was that the window he had stepped on when he was shooting just now was not closed. However, in such a small box, a jeep had already hit him.

Under the strong impact, Chekov watched the passenger's position as the vehicle body began to deform during the impact. The constantly wrinkled body made an irregular and huge arc inward, and the arc quickly formed a mark like the wrinkles of the shirt. Then, the birds of prey completely lost the power to move forward and flipped horizontally backward, as if the whole world had been turned upside down.
Chapter completed!