Mexico - Who are most of them? Most of them are poor and not well-educated. After they have appeared at the bottom of the entire social class, they can bring them a wealthy life. In this process, some people died under the guns of black and black. In this process, some people were imprisoned by Mexican police, but in the end, the remaining people have to think about only two things every day. First, how can the police not be caught, and second, who wants to replace him and kill him!

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Colody is such a woman. She was born in a small village in Mexico and had never seen any big world. After her man exchanged wealth with her soul and poison, all she could see was that the family became richer and richer. She didn't know what Nike was. Adidi's women can wear gold and silver now, and can still sway from the envious eyes of others. Occasionally, some "subjects" accompanied her to shopping malls and get her bags. She did not care how many people her man killed and how many families she destroyed with the things that could turn into money at any time. She only knew that her son was studying in the best school in the United States, and her family lived the most luxurious life in Mexico.

Will such a woman understand what criminal prosecution transactions are? Does she understand what her son has committed? The only thing Corody still remembers in her mind is the lawyer's words, "Be careful, every call we call may be monitored by dea, and they will find your nest because of this."

That's what the lawyer said because he was afraid of implicating himself. Every lawyer knew that he would receive drug money from drug dealers to defend him. The result of losing the case will make all efforts futile. If the police really caught Nicholas' family during this period, he would not only be confiscated, but also likely to have to be investigated by Dea!

The lawyer killed Corothy, and she was stunned by the lawyer and frightened her and would only think in a worse place. For example, will the police treat Arturo as Nicholas' spokesperson in Los Angeles? Will the drugs seized in New Mexico be counted on her son? If all this becomes a factor in the crime... The lawyer told her that the final sentence was probably life imprisonment, it would definitely not be empty talk. Didn't the US government even lynch Saddam? It was not a world with laws at all!

However, she had no idea that every time a lawyer prepared a defense proposal for him, he would charge an extra salary, and a lawyer would receive a huge sum of money by deducting an extra charge that was unlikely to be prepared for his son. This is the dark side of the industry that the United States makes more money than robbing a bank.

As a mother, how could Corody bear to have her son who had been born for two days and one night disappear before her? So, the money that was not cared about was dispersed from all directions. Even so... she was still crazy and was so anxious that she blamed all the mistakes on the police officers in charge of the case. Who told you to arrest Arturo on weekends for justice and for the law? Why did you send my son to prison for yourself? You have to die, you have to die!

After smuggling into Los Angeles, Croody bought a large amount of arms at a high price. It happened that the entire Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department was busy fighting with the drug dealers in Beverly Hills, and did not pay attention to the large transactions on the black market. So Croody sent his subordinates to attack Chekov separately. Unexpectedly, the two groups of people failed and created major cases that shocked the entire Los Angeles and even the United States.

She thought of running back to Mexico was the best choice at the time. However, the idea was just finalized, Pablo declared war on them in the media, and then Los Angeles increased its patrol efforts, forcing all the passages leaving Los Angeles to thoroughly investigate every Mexican with tattoos on the top.

Crodi had few choices left, and had almost no choice but to wait. She did not contact any Nicholas's subordinates in New Mexico before. She was afraid of leaking the news and ordered takeout every day and restricted her subordinates from taking a step out of the room. She thought she would wait for this matter sooner or later for a year or two in the room.

The lucky Corotti avoided the tracking of F, because the Mexican man captured by F only revealed the identity and weapons to them. However, he never told them where these guys were. After all, his family is in Mexico, and Corotti could destroy his family with just one phone call.

However, after God gave Corotti luck, he sent her to hell with his own hands. The CIA, a department that is well-informed and knowledgeable than F, was involved. He was punishing weekends while punishing Corotti. Their whereabouts were quickly dug out. The intelligence department built by the US government spent over 10 billion yuan every year to find them, which was like taking out a piece of cheese that had not expired in its refrigerator.

The police came, and footsteps kept ringing in the corridor. When innocent residents were escorted out of the building, Corody was not afraid of death at all. She thought she had lost her son and had no hope of living.

Is it revealed? Only the person who is completely desperate will shout at the last moment: "Come on, I'll fight you!"

At that time, the most tragic side of the world will be completely verified!

But now, Corothy was stupid. The news from the police chief and the police station on the weekend made the woman know that her son had left the prison one day, but these stupid behaviors made her almost kill herself.

"Ms., are you listening? I'm a negotiator at the Los Angeles Police Department, how about we talk about it?"

Colody sat on the edge of the bathtub in the room and stared at the tiles on the floor. When the sound from the intercom came, she was still unable to wake up from the current situation: "Madam, you still have a chance, believe me, you really still have a chance."

Chance?

These two words are too important for those gunmen in Mexico. Who wants to die? If you didn’t have the gunmen who were gunmen, you could make money. Who would have been willing to come to Mexico for adventure? If the desert ants had a generous settlement fee after they died, the drug lords would have paid for their families to do some small business. Who would have been willing to engage in such suicide attacks? Wouldn’t it be good to come to travel?

"Madam?" a gunman reminded her by Corody, "Police people are talking to you."

Corody glanced at the gunman dullly, then reacted and said, "Oh."

"What did you say?" she said to the walkie-talkie. At this time, as a woman, she no longer had anger, and all that was left was the pitifulness that must be hateful.

"Ms., I said, you still have a chance!"

"Surrender. As long as you surrender, I promise that the police will arrange a meeting with Arturo in prison. Just surrender. Are you sure you still want to fight in this war? Are you sure that you want to give up the opportunity to see Arturo with your own hands?" The voice of the negotiating expert was very magnetic. He tried his best to control his tone so that the other party would not feel disgusted when he realized that persisting was an idiotic behavior: "Now put down the gun in his hand, I can promise you for the deputy director of the police that you must meet Arturo, and you can also promise that the deputy director of the police would plead with you to the judge."

Matthew glared at the negotiator fiercely next to the command car outside the building, and said at the moment he released the button on the intercom, "I will never, plead for those bastards!"

Negotiators looked at Matthew and responded: "The judge will never agree to your plea. In order to stop shooting on this street, you must plea!"

The two were in a stalemate, and Matthew stared at the negotiating expert as if waiting for something. He remembered that during the whole day today, whenever this situation happened, he would stand up on the weekend. This kid was so easy to use, as if the whole world could grasp the opportunity that the weekend could be firmly held in his hands.

No one speaks...

The stalemate between Matthew and negotiating experts was in this second, and no one could smooth things over. At that time, Matthew looked back at the weekend and shook his head over the weekend and said, "Don't look at me, I wish she would die now!"

"week!"

Negotiators shouted as they stared at the weekend.

He spread his hands over the weekend and said, "Okay.fine, I won't say anything, is that okay?"

The negotiator held the intercom and looked at the two guys in front of him who had sex with him, and reached out to block the situation and said, "The next one is my job. OK?" He didn't want anyone to continue to interrupt at this time.

"Madam, are you still listening? As long as you can think of the police saying all Nicholas's men in Los Angeles and every Mexican transport route to the United States, maybe, you can survive."

Every onlooker at the scene was looking at the negotiating expert, and all the police were looking at him. Everyone knew that the situation was coming to an end. They were just unwilling to worry about a sense of emotion. Like the sudden complaints on weekends, like Matthew's anger, like the bodies lifted up by the patrol police, but no one would say these words in their hearts. After all, there were reporters behind them. If the voice of the gaze could appear in barrage, I am afraid that such words would be everywhere in the reporter's photography collection...

Why can these Mexicans surrender? Haven't you seen the blood on the ground?

Why should I give her such conditions? Don’t you know that in addition to the tragic scene in front of you, Chekov is still lying in the hospital. This building is about to be completely blown up?

Why...

Why?

Why!!!

Someone was the first in the crowd to say in a low voice: "Kill her." Then the second person didn't even search for who was the person who was talking, and began to say: "Kill her!"

Gradually, the sound became louder and louder. The residents on the third floor were particularly angry that their homes were destroyed. If these residents who came to Los Angeles from Mexico could afford those complicated insurances, why would they still live in such places?

For a moment, the voices of indignation gathered together, and every policeman began to pay attention to the crowd, ready to stop the impulse caused by anger. At that moment, the whole street was full of...

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!!!"

"Kill her!!!"

"Kill her!!!"

The weekend's sentence "I wish she died" may have been too loud. The attitude of the negotiating experts was misunderstood by most people to save this woman with legal tolerance... At that moment, the crowd was excited! (To be continued.)

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