Dominic is a place name, an island country located in the northeast of the Little Andres Islands in the Caribbean Sea, facing the Atlantic Ocean to the east and the Caribbean Sea to the west. I still remember that people who lived there once commented on it, it was an indescribable place. Every time after the rain, the rainbow crossed the trees growing on the side of the mountain, you will feel in heaven. ←,. Mobile Net However, in the United States, in Los Angeles, Dominic usually has a name for people, or the name of a bar.

For example, this bar was cleared because of Guque's arrival.

In the Dominic Bar, Gu Ke sat in a position surrounded by Eugene and bodyguards. There was no one else here. There was only a film-style coin juke that played music and played a Russian ballad in a loop. It was a song written for the victory of the anti-fascist war. This song was strong in the baritone singer's mouth, but Gu Ke was not the original intention. The unexpected thing was that Gu Ke was playing the song before he came to the bartender. He just caught up and was too lazy to change it.

People often do this. Once they are determined to stay in an environment for a long time, this place that has never left traces related to you will become particularly disliked, and even more so, they will think that everything is a problem. However, when you really want to leave, the perspective will undergo a rapid change of 180°. Perhaps the thing that was most despised yesterday will become irrelevant today. Let him go. This sentence will occupy your mind at all times. After all, you will no longer belong here, and this place will not belong to you.

That's what Gu Ke thought. He felt that today's incident will be a hot topic tomorrow morning, and the US government may treat Siberian companies in the Los Angeles region with the same attitude towards Mexico. Perhaps, it is not certain whether they can come back after returning to Russia, so is it still important to play any songs in this bar?

The only regret is the underground empire that I have worked hard to build.

Gu Ke held the vodka in his hand to his mouth, thinking to himself: "Drink, time will pass quickly after being drunk, so don't think about these things."

A blue raptor outside the bar stopped on the side of the road while a sudden brake. When the car door opened, Chekov, wearing a leather suit and jeans, walked down, and the man walked towards the bar door with a canvas bag.

Crunch.

The door of the bar was pushed open, and Chekov recognized Gu Ke, who was sitting on the sofa and drinking in the empty bar. He made a very bold move. When Gu Ke's ten bodyguards looked at him, they walked straight over, fearless at all.

"Private, this bar won't entertain anyone else today."

When the bodyguard saw Chekov coming in, he had already discovered the suspicion of this person. This was a man full of fighting spirit. Especially the extremely ordinary canvas bag without zipping at all, it didn't look like an ordinary person who came to the bar to have fun. Therefore, one of the bodyguards escaped from the crowd and stopped Chekov.

"I want to see Guke."

Chekov said this very calmly. The bear finally used his extremely rare wisdom. He knew that Gu Ke would let him go and let him get close to him because he was a policeman.

"Officer Chekov, why didn't Officer Zhou come together?"

Gu Ke waved his hand, and this confidence came from Craig not being caught.

The bodyguard turned his body and moved away, but the eyes were always on Chekov. He had never moved an inch.

Chekov drove straight to Guke, and after sitting inside the concave sofa, he sat on Guke's left side in the center against the wall. At this time, the bodyguards also pulled closer, while Eugene sat on Guke's right side.

bump.

Chekov put the canvas bag on the sofa, and quickly took out a handful of eight bullets from the bail and pressed it on the canvas bag: "I was shot by a sniper over the weekend. Someone hired Craig to come to Los Angeles for one million dollars to shoot him."

"God, how could this happen?"

Gu Ke, who had never seen that guy from beginning to end, widened his eyes and pretended to be surprised, and asked with concern: "Is he okay?"

"I just want to know where Craig is." Chekov hated negotiations and quarrels in circles. He had always been straightforward and simply omitted the steps to put the reason on the table and directly asked the question he wanted to know the most.

Gu Ke turned his head and looked at the bodyguards around him. When he saw people around him scattered everywhere on the sofa, he responded with a question: "Private, are you here to ask me for information again?"

"Why"

"Do you think Gu Ke from Russia has received a salary from the police station, or is the broken gun you placed on the sofa posing a fatal threat to me?"

For a moment, many bodyguards lifted their suits and their waists were hung with gun holsters on their waists, and pistols were placed inside the holsters; Eugene sat opposite Chekov and gritted her teeth fiercely, her mind full of the scenes of being spitting on her face by Chekov and said, "You don't have the chance to shoot at all, do you believe it?"

At that time, the bodyguards were three people next to the seat near the back door of the bar. On the way to evacuate from the bar, three people stood behind Eugene, and the remaining one was always staring at him not far from Chekov. The current situation was very unfavorable to Chekov. As long as he reached out to touch, all the bodyguards in this room would shoot at the same time. At that time, even if Chekov was almost knocking Gu Ke into a hornet's nest, the final result would be to be killed by the bodyguard's pistol.

"Gu Ke, I'm not kidding you. If you don't answer my question within thirty seconds, I will kill you."

After Chekov said this sentence word by word, he calmly stretched out his hand, pulled open his sleeve with his other hand and started looking at the watch, as if he didn't want to say a word.

Gu Ke is popular. He was bullied on the weekend because the bastard from the East used too many traps, which caused himself, as the head of the Siberian company, to look back. Why do you, a reckless man in the police station, come here and don't forget your identity? What outrageous things can a policeman do in this empty bar, let alone he has the fighting power of eleven people.

"snort"

The unscrupulous voice came out along Gu Ke's nasal cavity, which made all the bodyguards stare at Chekov. At that time, Chekov looked at his watch: "10."

“9.”

“8.”

""

“3.”

“2.”

“1.”

He lifted his leather suit

Chekov, who followed Guke to the bar from the door of the Siberian company, reached out to the pocket of the leather suit lined. Then everyone around Guke began to draw guns at the same time. Eugene stood up directly. Everyone was thinking about the same problem, that is, no matter what Chekov took out from his pocket, he could not let him take any follow-up actions.

I never understood how Chekov's brain looked like on weekends because this guy never showed any attributes related to wisdom when he was not fighting. However, once it was involved in combat, this guy was like a genius and he could always make the best choices based on the environment and never make mistakes.

On weekends, he rarely gives such high-end evaluations. Words like genius are less attached to anyone's head in the depths of his mind on the weekends. However, he gave such praise to Chekov.

Catching the lantern with one hand and thrusting into the leather suit with the other hand, Chekov took out an object that shocked everyone. This thing has a short but round body, which is usually called a grenade.

All the bodyguards were stunned when this thing appeared in Chekov's hands. This was no longer a question of whether to fire a gun. When they had been on the battlefield, they saw military-style defensive grenades appearing in front of them, the only word they could think of was destruction.

Chekov's hand was so dazzling that it was dazzling. The moment he grabbed the grenade and appeared under countless guns, his hand holding the collar quickly released. Then, the security of the grenade was pulled out and the safety piece was pinched tightly by him.

Gulu.

Gu Ke swallowed fiercely, and his face was filled with unconcealed tension.

"I know you are the culprit, but I still have to kill the guy who shot the weekend with my own hands. Guke, I will give you a choice. Your choice is, now I will kill him and tell me where Craig is. I will kill him first, and then kill you." Chekov rubbed forward, he stretched out his long arms, and his big hand like a pliers grabbed Guke's neck: "You know I'm not on the weekend, and I won't threaten anyone, I want to know the answer immediately."

A steady breath emanated from Chekov. He was probably the only guy on the scene who didn't realize the danger of grenades.

No one wants to shoot, Guque's bodyguard team changed directly from staring at Chekov to the grenade staring at the bear's hand

This conversion is so natural and not rigid.

"You dare not"

Guke killed Chekov as a policeman and he never believed that this bear would be so stupid.

Chekov smiled, his stiff face smiling brightly: "The answer is wrong."

He let go of the hand that was holding Gu Ke's neck, and used the same hand to pull the belt tightly clasped on the other person's body while the other person was stunned. Then, the hand holding the grenade released the insurance piece pressed by the index finger and middle finger. The insurance piece bounced away with the attention of all the bodyguards.

“I’m willing to sit in an electric chair for the weekend”

Chekov reached forward and stuffed the grenade directly into Gu Ke's crotch. The next second, the bear leaned back violently, and the entire sofa quickly flipped back under the power of his huge body.
Chapter completed!