"Head, the Criminal Crime Investigation Department called to ask if we have any information about the addicts in the homeless area. Last night, several addicts smashed the window of a clothing store and snatched a small amount of cash and a few high-end clothes for the change..."

"Sheriff, the El Salvadorian gathering area police station called and they found that the price of drugs in the area suddenly increased and asked if we were to intervene..."

"Pablo, something happened, the Russians are ready to move. They don't know why they are hoarding weapons. It is said that they have heavy weapons..."

Pablo led the elite soldiers brought out by the weekend and stood on the street in the 77th block. In front of him was the gate of a hotel, but the glass door of the hotel had been shattered into glass. There were two black service personnel lying in the hotel lobby reception area, and bullet holes were everywhere. Just looking at this scene, you can imagine a vehicle passing by the roadside suddenly parked at the hotel door, and then, a few guys shot with heavy weapons came out of the car window.

However, before the case could be handled, the Anti-Medical and Anti-Drug Department received news from colleagues around them one after another, and it seemed that the whole of Los Angeles was in chaos overnight!

"What's going on with this-his-mom-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Pablo, who was a little angry, rolled up his suit sleeves and asked with a glaring eyes.

These things happened so weird. Since the last gangster case was handled on the weekend, the gangster dynamics in Los Angeles have been under the control of Pablo. Recently, even SAS, which has been hit frequently, has calmed down. How could it suddenly become like this? Who fought with whom? Half of the fight in Los Angeles - drugs - prices rose, but there are still crimes everywhere.

Hammerson and Old Carl looked at each other for a few times, and were confused or sighed or shook his head. No one could tell what was going on.

At this moment, Leonova walked over from the crowd and whispered beside Pablo: "Boss, there is news, we have found the witness."

"who!"

Pablo asked quickly.

"College of the Weathering Department, their people have been staring at this pornographic hotel..." Leonova pointed to the crime scene: "You also know the Weathering Department's status in the police station. They originally planned to ask us if they could do something and scan the hotel. But last night, during the surveillance process, I saw a van driving over. After the door was opened, several Asian criminals shot directly into the hotel, all of which were heavy firepower. Two waiters died here within a few seconds, and the criminals drove away."

Pablo glared at Leonova and said, "Can I check these surveillance cameras?"

Leonova quickly explained: "But you must not find out that those people are all people from Yueqing. A colleague from the Weathering Group told me that they knew one of the guys who fired the gun last night. They caught him in a fishing law enforcement case. This guy was from Yueqing!"

"The Qingqing?" Pablo felt that his head was not enough: "They started a war with the blacks? Why is this for? The two gangs are not neighbors (referring to their territory not being next to each other). Even if the Qingqing takes advantage of it, what can it do? You can't cross the wandering area and accept the most chaotic black areas, right? Even if the blacks don't resist, let's see if the Vietnamese dare to come? As long as you come over, you will be attacked by the Armenians and the El Salvadors, not to mention that the blacks are not easy to mess with..."

How could he have thought that in the past week, Ruan Jing had knocked a lot of money from several Los Angeles bosses in succession. If someone hadn't revenged him and leaked the news, the black boss in the 77th block directly made a trap for Ruan Jing. At the meeting, more than a dozen pistols were waiting for them to get off the car and fired at the Mercedes-Benz... This incident wouldn't have happened at all. Ruan Jing was almost dead. If he hadn't ordered a bulletproof Mercedes-Benz for fear of death, he would have probably returned to the west in this incident. This strafing was simply the revenge of this mad dog!

Pablo muttered enough and turned his head and pointed his index finger at Old Carl's chest and said, "How is your body?"

Carl said optimistically: "I'm not dead yet, aren't I?"

Pablo paused for a moment and finally said, "Carl, these guys in our hands are too frivolous. Now, I need you to do me a favor. I want news, no matter where I ask for it, in short, I need to know what happened in the underground world of Los Angeles. As long as I get the news, I allow you to use any means to those bastards on the street."

"Leo, you're leaving, business is coming."

Old Carl hunched his back, turned around and walked over from his very cool car, and left the scene in the blink of an eye.

Pablo was in thought, but he did not have the insight of the weekend and could not detect any new clues at the scene. At this time, colleagues from the Forensic Department came over: "Sir Pablo, judging from the shell left by the criminal, the weapon used by the other party may be m16. However, in recent years, I have never heard of a gang fighter using this scale. They prefer the small and easy-to-hide mp5."

“m16?”

Pablo asked, "Are you sure?"

Frankenstein of the Forensics Department said: "It should be true."

"Thank you." It seemed like a fire-breathing dragon Pablo relaxed instantly. He immediately took out his phone and dialed the weekend's phone number: "Zhou, I miss you so much!" But as soon as the first sentence was finished, the reporters from the outside broke through the cordon and rushed in. They were like wild dog patrolmen who smelled the smell of carrion and couldn't stop them.

"Sir Pablo, what happened here? I heard that someone used m16, right? Is this case related to the military-standard weapon outflow case that happened a few days ago?"

"Sir Pablo, what do you think about the case of military-standard weapons outflow?"

"Sir Pablo, let's say a few words to us..."

Pablo held up his phone and said, "When did you come in? Hammerson, get them outside the cordon!"

...

In the military camp, a general with a high rank walked towards his office in the corridor of the office building. After entering the office, he turned on the TV as usual, and sat behind the desk to approve the documents. This is how he usually works, listening to the news with his ears and looking at the documents with his eyes without delaying anything.

"Dear viewers, this hotel behind me was attacked by gunmen at 3:00 am. According to insiders, the bandits held an m16 and fired at the hotel gate. Two black waiters died on the spot... According to the reporter's understanding, this hotel involved in gangs and pornography is the industry of local gangs. It has been open for seven years so far. M16 is a retired weapon of the military. It is still unknown whether this case is a gang fight or a subsequent reaction caused by the outflow of military-standard weapons. The police are investigating..."

When the general heard this, he suddenly raised his head, and changed from a relaxed state to a nervous expression. His face was twisted. Then, he took out his private phone number and searched for a long time before finding a phone number that he didn't use frequently. After dialing, he said, "It's me."

Next, he cursed at the lowest volume: "What the hell are you going to do!"

"Do you know that if this continues, everything will be shaken out? Do you think no one knows what you do? Selling weapons to gangsters and it's on the news. Can you say hello in advance if you want to die? I can ask someone to help you!"

In the villa in Beverly Hills, an old man in his seventies was sitting on a sun lounger wearing cotton pajamas and stretched out his hand to stroke his white hair: "General, what can I do? Just an old man who has lost his family business by his descendants."

"Do you still know this? Old Colt, then you'll sell your weapons to the gangster!"

The old man responded calmly: "What if it is?"

"Colt Company went bankrupt, and all the industries of the Colt family were used by the bank to pay off their debts. If I hadn't resigned from all positions after retirement and had nothing to do with Colt Company, I'm afraid the Colt family wouldn't even live in a place. General, what were you doing at that time?"

The general in the office was held back with a word, and then thought: "This is not something I can decide by myself. I cannot continue to cooperate with you after all departments no longer use weapons produced by Colt."

"The other generals also told me this, it's a coincidence." Old Colt continued: "General, is this okay? Don't disturb me in business. Anyway, the Colt family started out with this. I promise you that you only sell weapons, never cause any trouble, and you will not be caught by anyone. Of course, I will send you your share, even if there is no cooperation between us."

"I don't need it!"

"That's great. I forgot to tell you that in the past cooperation, I was afraid that I would forget your care and record some pictures of us... during the exchange, and all the stubs that used to remit money to your overseas account through transfers. General, the current situation is that I have videos, remittance stubs, transfer information, and all transaction records when Colt and the military cooperated with the military, legal and illegal. If you don't want this dirty money, it really doesn't matter, but you have to talk to anyone, I promise that as long as Old Colt is caught, a large number of senior executives in the military will be pulled down, and many of the retired heroes will be arrested and jailed."

He hung up the phone, lay on the lounge chair by the swimming pool with a smile, and then an old woman in the villa walked over gracefully with a watermelon fruit plate full of toothpicks. At that time, he smiled and said, "Hey, Mary, how are you resting?"
Chapter completed!