In the SV, Roger sat in the passenger seat and looked out, watching the window, watching Miaoman's dark night, all the angry beasts raised their pistols. To be honest, his heart was trembling at that time. Even if the evidence was in the hands of Doko, Roger didn't know how to crack the situation. The role this thing can play is closely related to the organization where the individual is. After all, this is a confrontation between state machines.

Standing under the door light of the house on the weekend, holding a gun. As soon as he stepped forward, the muzzle was pressed heavily on Duoke's forehead. Duoke knew too much about what the other party meant, and he was aiming at his hand in the back to avoid anything that shouldn't have happened.

"Don't move, take the guy out and hand it to me with the gun in his hand. It's time to go."

Having taken a step into the house, I said this on the weekend when I stepped on the door line with my feet.

Duoke did as he did. At this time, he had no choice. He was a policeman and he was a wanted criminal. If there was any action that aroused the other party's suspicion, the celebrity detective would definitely shoot.

After taking the gun over the weekend, he did not put it away. Things have developed to this point and it is time to not allow errors. Therefore, he held the gun with his left hand that he had no shooting ability. One gun pointed at Duoko's head, and the other gun muzzle was downward, and he stepped inch by Duoko and moved into the house.

“Put on.”

Entering the room, I saw the layout of the room clearly on the weekend. The first floor of the room is a very simple living room with a sofa in the living room, with a coffee table in front of the sofa, and a TV set in front of it. However, this living room is not just this thing. In the distance, there are also fixed fitness equipment, such as treadmills, fitness machines for human body upwards, etc. These things are likely to be used by Duoke’s subordinates to exercise, but now they are cheaper on weekends.

"Step the top bar of the machine with handcuffs and then copy it to your hands."

The horizontal bar at the top of the machine used to make the human body move up is very cleverly set. Duoke raised his hands and had to tiptoe on him, which just formed a very uncomfortable position.

Bang.

After Duoke leaned against one hand, he put the handcuffs over the horizontal bar. When he stood on tiptoe and put the other on his hand, he wanted to put his toes down, it became a luxury.

Only at this weekend did Duoko's gun be on his back. Looking at the scene in front of him, he remembered what happened in China before coming to the United States. A smile hidden in a cold expression appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Doko, I don't care why you were mixed with Old Colt. From now on, I'll tell you a story."

He slowly walked to the window, looked out of the window in the dark in the dark, slowly opened his mouth and said, "Actually, we have come to this point for a woman."

"Doko, you..." turned around and looked at him on the weekend and asked, "Do you remember how much you wanted to be the leader of the Armenian region when your mother said, 'You have to inherit the family business and sit back on that golden chair'?"

Duoke had just endured it for a while and could already have the stinging sensation of handcuffs on his hands, and he was looking at the weekend with anger: "You will pay the price for this, damn policeman!"

He pointed to the door and said, "You mean, your subordinates?"

"Okay, let's not talk about this, now, I'm starting to tell you my story, starting with, I fell in love with a woman."

Duoke frowned and found that the weekend did not seem to notify the police to round them up. Instead, he was very interested in saying something. Could it be that there was an ambush outside? Just waiting for his own people to fall into the trap?

After talking about everything on the weekend, Duoke didn't listen carefully. What's interesting is that even when he got to this point, when he explained these on the weekend, he still had a smile on his lips, filled with happiness that others could not understand at all.

"Understand." Under the light, the shadow of the weekend was spread on the ground. He looked at Duoke's eyes and said, "We Chinese have a saying about understanding that the supreme definition of understanding, asking a soldier to die for his confidant. Although this sentence is a bit exaggerated to me, the emotional demands are different, but the meaning is similar."

"Next, I'll show you a video. The CIA just sent it to me. If I'm on duty, it should be within my level and will never be allowed to disclose it in my life. The highest secret."

He took out his cell phone and played the video that Josh sent him before entering the room. When the threatening video was played in front of Doko, a car came back outside the door.

bump.

Roger reached out and locked the car door. When he saw the car parked at Duoke's door, the little guy began to get nervous.

Nervous, this is one of the normal emotions Roger has never had. The last time he felt this was when he was pinched his throat in Lambert's bedroom on weekends, this time, he was worried about this once wanted to kill himself.

"Jisty, give me the gun!"

Jisty sat in the back seat with a seat belt hanging on her fingers: "Do I look like I have a gun?"

He forgot that when he was still at home, the Glock that Jisty took out was taken back on the weekend!

What should I do now?

Roger began to search through everything in the car on weekends where he could find things, but he couldn't find even a screwdriver.

When, when, when, when.

When Roger looked at the door of the room again, two black men were knocking on the door of the room. One of the black men shouted: "Doco, open the door, we brought you good things, authentic Mexican roasted ham."

Duoko, who was cobbled on the fitness equipment, showed a worried expression and paused the video that had just been played on the weekend: "Wait a minute, our process seems to be disturbed."

He stepped towards the door, calmly asking Doko to confirm that there was an ambush from the police outside again, otherwise, the death of today would be the weekend.

Click.

The door was opened on the weekend and he said with a smiley face: "Good evening, gentlemen."

The black man who sacrificed his life in the underground ring and gained the trust of Duoke stared at the weekend in an RB tone that only they would use: "Who the hell are you?"

The two black men were carrying four plastic bags in their hands. They had never thought about putting the plastic bag down, and obviously didn't take the weekend seriously.

He raised his pistol over the weekend and took a step back to prevent them from rushing up and said, "Come in."

Richardson was stunned. As a black man and born in Brooklyn, New York, this was the first time in his life that a Chinese man pointed a gun at his head. In the past, he snatched the Chinese wallets that had entered the Brooklyn area in this way.

"Dare you dare to shoot?"

Richardson stared at the weekend with contempt, and then instantly let go of the plastic bag in his hand, containing the food purchased from the supermarket. However, when the plastic bag landed in a very short distance, Richardson was sure to ko the weekend...

A voice like death descended from the weekend's mouth: "It seems that you misunderstood the courage of the yellow people."

Bang!
Chapter completed!