The huge black body fell down without even making a scream. The moment he fell back, he slid down along the stairs in front of the door. His companion's eyes kept staring at Richardson until he stopped all subsequent movements and turned around...

"bye."

I only said one word on the weekend!

Bang.

Another gunshot.

The weekend when the beast in my heart was released seemed to not take the killing seriously. After two shots, the bodies piled up in front of the door and ignored them. He even stood there with interest and looked at the second person he killed in the back. The leather shoes were spotlessly stepped on the floor and slowly lifted up, rotating their toes, and then walked into the room.

“Where are we talking about?”

The weekend standing in front of Duoke has been completely released, and the nature of the mountains and flowing waters is revealed. For some reason, Duoke watched the weekend killing, even if it was just a very simple shooting action, he felt that there was no sense of incongruity full of tyrannical aura, just like an ordinary person eating and sleeping. This seemed to be his natural reaction, so there was no need to be surprised at all.

"The video hasn't been finished yet, right?"

After calmly speaking on the weekend, the next sentence suddenly changed its style and became very excited: "You think I'm here to catch you!!"

He grabbed the other person's clothes and looked up at Duoke who was standing on tiptoe. His eyes were wide open, and the red blood on the whites of his eyes were exposed, as if his whole eyes were protruding outward.

"Or do you think I care about shooting two people, because the close-range shot left too much gunpowder residue on the body, it is easy for people to detect the shooting distance?"

"You are a wanted criminal!"

"No one cares whether a policeman dies or lives after catching a wanted criminal!"

I let go of Duoke over the weekend and gradually calmed down: "Where is the thing that Old Colt has placed here? Don't tell me you don't know what it is. What I'm talking about is the record of Old Colt's bribery information."

"How do you know?"

Duoke couldn't understand the weekend at all. A policeman killed two of his men. It was nothing. Even if the policeman killed himself, it was nothing. But how did this policeman know what Old Colt gave him? What's going on?

call.

He breathed a sigh of relief on the weekend, and Duoke's answer made him relax. Otherwise, the patrol officer would come in three minutes, and then there would be some trouble.

"The answer is wrong."

Bang!

Another light sound.

I didn't even watch it on the weekend and raised my hand to pull the trigger directly at Duoko's feet wearing slippers.

The bullet flame tongue flew out as it was released, and it swirled and pierced at the base of Duoke's big toe. At that moment, the strong impact force smashed the bones on the big toe. The toes collapsed and teared the sticky flesh and tilted to the other side. At that moment, the white bones and red blood were thrust. When the blood gushed out, the flesh and blood immediately blurred!

"ah!!!!"

“****!”

“***!”

"You - he - mom - crazy!!!"

After a shot, Duoke forgot how painful it was to get handcuffed on his hand. He pulled himself up with the bones on his wrists. His feet were hanging in the office and kept pedaling. The blood threw several blood marks along the broken big toe wound. Every time the blood fell to the ground, it seemed like someone was splashing ink.

The screams like slaughtering pigs are not stopped, and the door is open on weekends, so I have to do this.

He had to let Duoke know that this was a person who would send him out of this world without any scruples and would never let this gang show any slut, because he almost had no time.

"Are you finished shouting?"

I waited for the weekend, waited for a limited time, and waited steadily until Duoke's volume dropped slightly after 30 seconds before asking this question.

"Tell me now, where is the thing!"

He raised his pistol again over the weekend and put psychological pressure on Doko and said: "3, 2, 1!"

Bang!

He didn't give him any breathing time, and fired the shot again without bowing his head on the weekend. At this time, Duoko's foot had just landed on the ground, so he relieved the feeling of tightening on his wrist.

"ah!"

Duoke suddenly let out another shout, and the big toe of the foot raised up again regardless of his wrist as soon as it touched the ground.

However, this time he didn't feel the pain.

"I'm sorry, I've hit it wrong."

I was laughing over the weekend, and I was very happy. The smoke-filled bullet holes on the ground were completely different from what he said. Doko's heart was also "tumbling" in the process of being teased. He had no idea how hard the policeman in front of him could torture him. There were at least 11 bullets in that gun.

"The next time is not necessarily the case."

Over the weekend, I grabbed Duoke's belt and stuffed the muzzle in: "I promise, when I count down, I will pull the trigger. Are you betting?"

Just fools bet!

This bastard killed two people as if nothing had happened, and then shot Duoke's big toe!

"I said!!!"

Duoke's face was so ferocious that his face was so white that it was scary. The sweat on his head had not yet mixed into a piece, and it had just squeezed out of his sweat pores in grainy shape, but his lips trembled and never stopped. Only he could experience the pain.

“In the safe.”

I asked the weekend by following the conversation: "Key, password."

"The password is, 96415, the key is on the coffee table, on the coffee table, the safe is in the bedroom on the second floor, don't ask, you devil!!!"

Duoke twisted his body and kept waving, and shouted this sentence with all his might to vent his pain.

Over the weekend, he shook his head and said, "You are not suitable for being a gangster. You only shot two times. You didn't even speak without killing me. I'm so sorry, I used language you don't understand. In fact, what I want to say is that you don't have the potential to be a gangster."

He picked up the key and walked up the stairs. About ten seconds later, a police car parked at the door. When the lights flashed wildly, two patrolmen stood up with guns and approached: "Is there anyone in the room!"

“lapd!”

When Duoke heard this, he seemed to have waited for a savior. He had never expected the police so much in his life: "Private!Private! I am here, the murderer is on the second floor, he killed two people, two!"

"How many people do the other party have? What are their characteristics?" the patrolman asked with full alert after entering the room.

"You won't go and see it yourself, he's on the second floor!"

Duoke doesn’t have the heart to describe the case!

Tak, Tak, Tak...

The footsteps sounded just right from the stairs, and walked down with a dozen documents and a USB flash drive in his hand over the weekend...

"Don't move! Put down the gun, lapd!!!"

At this time, the upper body of the weekend was blocked from the second floor by the second floor slab, and his lower body had already appeared on the stairs.

“I’m the weekend.”

These four words instantly made the two patrol officers relax their vigilance.

"The person next to you is Duoke, who is a robbery-lift-lane-area-drug manufacturing factory, a major criminal in the case of military-style weapons outflow. The two dead at the door are his accomplices. I'm walking down slowly now, and you're waiting to see clearly my face and choose whether to believe me."

For people from the police station, this face on the weekend is evidence, and he doesn't need to prove anything in front of two patrol officers!

This is the benefit of celebrity detectives.

He walked slowly down the stairs over the weekend. When that face appeared under the light, the two patrolmen quickly put away their guns: "Private!" greeted him with respect.

Now that the news of the suspension of the weekend has not been heard, the two patrolmen still regard the weekend as gods, but Duo Ke only had despair left on his face when he saw this scene.

"Call the police station immediately and ask them to send someone to check the information of the deceased and set up a cordon at the door to prevent anyone from damaging the scene." After being extremely skilled under the orders over the weekend, the two patrolmen kept listening: "I have something to do, go out first. When I come back, you two must be here. You are witnesses to this matter."

“yes-private!”

Duoke completely fainted and kept shaking when he hung on the fitness equipment.
Chapter completed!