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The moment Eugene pushed the door of the office on the 11th floor hard, the loud noise was like a roar of a beast declaring sovereignty on his territory. At the same second, Chekov crossed him with his eyes. The bear liked such a guy with a "disobedience" atmosphere, and he preferred to subdue him with his combat power.

After the door opened, I saw a very large office on the weekend. The opposite side of him was Gu Ke’s desk. Gu Ke himself was sitting there, and behind Gu Ke was a blue floor-to-ceiling glass window. Looking around, the sea outside Los Angeles was rushing towards this office. On the left side of the weekend was the reception area, with a circle of luxurious sofas in the reception area. There was also a device used to practice golf straight balls in the aisle next to the sofa. To the right, there was a wall hanging with a huge Gu Ke’s self-portrait; and on the left was a small bar, behind the bar were all kinds of famous wines that could not be bought on the market. On the weekend, I didn’t know much about the luxury goods that these men loved the most, and I didn’t know the price.

"Officer Zhou, how do you have time to see me? I still remember your care for me until now." Gu Ke got up from behind the desk and walked over. The tight suit set off his body shape. His posture of wearing suit buckles while walking has become a habit, because Gu Ke knew that the more formal you act when facing guests, the more people want to give him a kind of respect.

However, from the words of Guke on the weekend, I realized that the needles were hidden in the cotton, as if I opened my mouth to draw a clear line: "Have I taken care of you? Why don't I remember? I just feel that there is a better chance to send you to prison."

"Okay, let's talk about serious matters, I'm here to handle the case."

Gu Ke heard this and frowned slightly, and reached out and said, "Please, please." Then he walked back, and after returning to the desk, he added: "Eugene, pour two cups of coffee for our guests."

"Mr. Guke, the police received a report that someone was hitting you wildly with a baseball bat in your office. Is this the murderer? Is it the gentleman who is walking towards me with coffee?"

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When Eugene heard this, she threw two coffee cups directly onto the desk in front of Zhouzhao, then walked around the desk and stood behind Gu Ke, put her hands in her pocket and stared at Zhouzhao.

"How could it be?" Gu Ke curled his lips and said, "Officer Zhou must have known that it was a false call to the police."

"Is that true?"

During the weekend inquiry, Gu Ke nodded freely.

The weekend continued: "Okay, I can go back and hand in the office, but before that, let's talk about another thing first."

He slowly stretched out his hand, pinched the tray of the coffee cup with his thumb and index finger, and pulled it outward...

Bang.

The coffee cup fell on the marble floor and was smashed, and the coffee and white coffee cup fragments were scattered all over the floor.

"Oh, it's a pity. I didn't hold it firmly." He raised his head and looked at Gu Ke and said, "Mr. Gu Ke, I have nothing wrong with my hands, but I didn't hold the coffee cup. Do you think some people will make any mistakes in doing things with no IQ? What are the minor mistakes?"

"For example, the largest gangster group in Los Angeles used SAS and was preparing to sell their goods from the homeless area while the police were staring at them." After the weekend, people sat comfortably in a wheelchair and said, "You said, is this possible?"

Gu Ke felt the sharp gaze in his eyes over the weekend, which contained a sense of revenge and catharsis, which did not belong to the conflict between the police and the gangster. It was like a private hatred: "Is the weekend interesting?"

Twisting his body on the chair, Gu Ke raised his legs and said, "Tell me the purpose of this."

Eugene bounced up her back against the floor-to-ceiling window glass, and slowly pulled out her hands in her pocket, and walked around her desk from behind Gu Ke to the point where she was working, forming a threat.

Chekov smiled, as if he had reached his favorite part. He let go of the armrests on the weekend wheelchair, stood beside Eugene, and pulled the remaining coffee cup to the ground. After a crisp "splash" sound came out, he stared at a shorter head than him but showed combat effectiveness and said, "What!"

"wow~wow~wow~" said the weekend: "Mr. Gu Ke, your subordinates seem to have messed with someone they shouldn't have messed with."

"Is there any?" Gu Ke asked with his eyes narrowed, with a hint of chill in his eyes.

The weekend responded: "Of course."

"Especially when the gangsters I'm talking about spending a million dollars to hire the best snipers in the world to kill me!"

Swish.

I saw Gu Ke's narrow eyes immediately after seeing this sentence on the weekend. The shocking feeling was as expected. I couldn't make a mistake this time. That sniper must have been hired by Gu Ke!

"You must have asked me how I knew all this, right?" said Gu Ke, who continued to attack Gu Ke on the weekend. "To be honest, the person who hired a killer to kill me made a serious mistake. He hired a guy who would attract the attention of the agents around the world if he had a little action."

"Mr. Gu Ke from the CIA must be familiar with it, right? Two days ago, a CIA official notified me that the sniper was arrested!"

Gu Ke slowly leaned back and tried to be calm and calm when he said this on the weekend. However, the more he did not care, the more sure he did it on the weekend.

"Officer Zhou, I'm very busy. Please explain your purpose."

Bang!

Over the weekend, he stretched out his index finger and poked it on the desk, and retorted: "I'm busier than you, but I can never indulge a guy who wants to kill me."

"Fortunately, Gu Ke, the guy you found was very tough. After a whole day of review by the CIA, he still couldn't get what they wanted. When they got what they wanted, they sent the best sniper in England to the Anti-Black and Drug Enforcement Department. At that time, our relationship will enter a new realm. Do you believe it or not, I will take good care of you as you wish?"

My voice became increasingly low on the weekend, and finally, it became like a suppressed anger.

Gu Ke said without giving in: "Then can you be more rude to me?"

When this provocation came out, Eugene seemed to have received some signal, and stood forward at a position that was only one step away from Chekov, pushing her chest to the lower position of Chekov's chest.

Pooh!

Chekov didn't spit on him at all, and spitted his saliva on Eugene's face, and said in the ancient words: "Teat-like-it?"

"Eugene!"

Gu Ke stopped Eugene, who was taking deep breaths with a sharp shout, and the bear, who was one size smaller than Chekov, was constantly gasping for breathing, and his entire upper body was squirming with the gasping.

"Officer Zhou, you won't watch them fight in my office, do you?" Gu Ke looked at the weekend with a serious expression.

The weekend responded: "Of course not." Then he reached out to take out his pistol and aimed at Eugene with one hand: "They won't fight. As long as this bastard dares to react, I will kill him on the spot."

"Assaulting the police? It's a great crime." On the weekend, he turned his head and gave Gu Ke a smile. He smiled so comfortably.

The drug dealer, the hiring killer, the CIA, after these three things were thrown out in order on the weekend, Gu Ke could not help but believe that the police officer in front of him must have some information, otherwise the weekend in front of him would not be so calm. What scared Gu Ke the most was the CIA. This organization that is like a nightmare for many countries. If he comes to deal with him, he would not even dare to think about counterattacks, and there is no other way except to run away.

"No, this shouldn't be the case, Officer Zhou. There must be a misunderstanding between us." Gu Ke's flexibility of bending and stretching was fully demonstrated, and he said with a smile: "Okay, there must be a way to ease it, right?"

"That's right."

After retrieving the gun, he looked at Gu Ke and said, "Mr. Gu Ke, we are checking the - drug-making den in the wandering area, I need an address."

"There are dens in the wandering areas? "A thing that Gu Ke didn't believe was heard in his ears. At that time, he felt that this was Gu Ke's normal reaction on the weekend. As the head of the Russian gang group, he could not extend his tentacles to the Armenian territory. Even if he stretched over, he could not dig out such a secret information.

"I was also shocked when I heard this." He said pretending to behave on the weekend.

Gu Ke thought for a moment and replied: "Officer Zhou, I'm afraid I can't help with this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the gunman who had already been taken back on the weekend: "Mr. Guke, Berezov's affairs are not over yet. I'm afraid you have to go back to the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department to assist in the investigation, and your subordinate, at that time, would you guess the CIA people use these 48 hours to get the sniper done, and then I have another guy in my hand who is willing to become a tainted witness?"

"No, I'm really powerless in this matter. Officer Zhou, but there is someone who should be able to help you."

The reason for Gu Ke’s surrender was not Berezov. He temporarily bowed to the weekend because he was unable to see whether the CIA was involved in the weekend!

Gangsters may be able to fight with the police station, but if they are involved in the CIA, it will be a big trouble, and it will be a department that has a headache for the whole world.

"But, I can provide you with another address, SAS's right-hand man, the most fierce killer of Armenians, the address of your police wanted criminal Punk, how about?"

This is another exchange, and Gu Ke intends to continue to exchange for some time with this exchange. Hence, he can find out why he has already checked all the things he has done in just one week. If he is really involved in the CIA... he can only prepare to leave the United States immediately.

"Don't you give me a fake address?"

"Of course not. He is in the wandering area and is hiding in an abandoned building not far from the villa in Sass."

"You mean, the home of the homeless?"

There is an abandoned building in the homeless area, which is a gathering place for addicts and homeless people. There are hundreds of homeless people living in the unfinished building that does not even have windows. Not only thieves, prostitutes and AIDS patients, but also Saras's subordinates. The building has always been a place where the police want to completely clear it. However, Saras is very smart and his dirty business has never been carried out there. The police just drove the homeless people away. At night, these slutty guys will come back. It is precisely because of this that those real estate developers never thought of changing that area, the main reason is that the public security is too poor.

"You can go up and take a look, but Punk is very cunning. I heard that this guy will make himself look like a homeless person whenever he meets a policeman and get kicked out with the crowd."

I wanted to swear on the weekend, but the guy who committed the shooting in the homeless area was actually hidden under his nose!

But I didn't let my expression fluctuate at all on the weekend, as if I was attracted by this incident: "Are you sure he knows everything about SAS?"

"I only know that Punk is the person he trusts most and will unconditionally execute any of his orders. As for whether he knows everything about SAS, who will know?"

He turned his wheelchair on the weekend and said, "Chekov, let's go."

Chekov opened his mouth slightly and stepped back with the weekend, and raised his middle finger to Eugene before turning around. The arrogant and savage king on his body told all his subjects that he would never give in to anything related to the power value.

Gu Ke watched the two guys walk out and immediately took out his cell phone. He dialed an unfamiliar number. The moment the number was just heard on the phone waiting for a prompt sound, the hang-up button was quickly pressed: "******, I'm fooled!"

The smart Gu Ke took a few seconds to figure it out. If you really hold that sniper on the weekend, how can you use the wandering area - making - poison dens as a condition? I am the fat sheep I dream of in the anti-black and anti-drug department!

In other words, not only did the CIA not participate, but Craig Harrison must have not been arrested, otherwise he would have caught himself in handcuffs on weekends instead of talking.

This bastard used a series of real information to force himself to believe him. Finally, he was exchanging some of the things he didn't care about in exchange. In this way... the anxious self would only want to find out these things, and he would like to leave quickly and give the information!

...

Downstairs of the Siberian building, when Chekov was lifted off the steps on the weekend, he held the phone and said, "Josh, I have done everything I can, how are you there?"

"We got a number, the phone number that Gu Ke wanted to connect to a minute ago, but this number was hung up after only one second. When we wanted to connect again, the other party was already shut down." Josh Bauman of the CIA said regretfully: "It's just one step away. As long as the other party answers the phone, we can find him, but he shuts down."

He shook his head over the weekend and hung up the phone. How could the cunning Gu Ke figure out the whole thing at a critical moment? He smashed so much information that no one knew but couldn't disturb him. This bastard is really a cunning guy.

"Luck..." said with emotion on the weekend.

Chekov asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, Che, it's time for you to perform."

Chekov smiled like a child and said, "Do you want me to beat up the Guke's subordinate?"

"That's what you think, Chekov, not what I think!" Chekov was startled over the weekend and quickly stopped him, "Listen, you are not allowed to hit that guy named Eugene, do you understand?"

"On weekend, you should know how difficult it is to find someone I can be a rival in Los Angeles. I think that Eugene can." Chekov was extremely aggrieved and looked at the weekend with a pitiful gaze, like a child begging for his lollipop.
Chapter completed!