American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 1 01 Be a sixth child
Los Angeles, suburbs.

On the small road outside the abandoned wooden house for many years, Ron was sitting in a black car.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep sip. The smoke was lingering, his handsome and unparalleled face was uncertain.

"It's fine to be reborn abroad, but I'm a robber. It's fine to be a robber, but I'm still an undercover police officer. It's fine to be an undercover agent, but I'm still a pure Chinese. Forget it, I've encountered pua in the workplace."

Everyone knew the danger of being an undercover agent. The reason why he was an undercover agent was because his boss forced him to do so.

The robbery went well, and so did the undercover.

The robber didn't doubt his identity because of his protagonist face.

Then just sit and wait for the money, which is 350 million US dollars.

Ron lightly exhaled a smoke ring.

Three points of melancholy, six points of handsome, one point of unruly face with a touch of sadness.

"Police, or robbers? That's the question!"

Unless the skin is pumped again.

Otherwise, his skin color determines that the police profession is not easy to mix.

Because it is said that Chinese Americans have a ceiling for positions.

If it's true, he's desperate to be a sheriff.

As for higher levels, dreams have everything.

The sheriff has to work harder than others and make more contributions to climb up.

In a beautiful country where guns are not allowed, the police is a high-risk occupation.

Besides, he was a detective in the Robbery and Murder Division.

As a department that specializes in murder and hijacking cases, the working environment will only be more dangerous than ordinary police.

"Made, it's all about making money anyway, so it's better to be a robber."

"It's also a high risk, and the robbers at least have a high profit."

"Damn, it's decided. Be a fucking policeman, turn your back on the dark and become a robber!"

See if there is a chance for black to eat black, kill the robbers, and get all the money for yourself.

There is a chance to win all, why not cherish it?

If you don't work hard, you don't know that the highest level of a robber is to rob his fellows.

In the memory of the original owner Ron, after careful preparation, they successfully robbed a security car and sacrificed 5 people. A total of 4 people managed to escape the pursuit of the Los Angeles Police (LAPD), so he only needed to kill the remaining 3 people. People can pocket dirty money all by themselves.

Robbing his peers is not only feasible, but also necessary. The so-called doing one line and loving one line, he, Ron, vowed to kill his peers.

While Ron was thinking about how to kill his companions.

The door of the cabin opened and three men walked out.

James with a shoulder injury and a hastily wrapped bandage.

A stocky black man with colorful tattoos on his arms, Joss.

The mastermind, one-eyed Arthur, a white man in his 30s, was at the forefront.

One eye is amber and normal, the other eye has a layer of cloudy white substance, and there is an obvious scar from the eyelid to the cheek, which is extremely fierce.

James and Joss carried a white silver-plated box in each hand.

Inside the box is their harvest this time, 350 million US dollars.

"It's yours, Ron."

Arthur took the suitcase from James and handed it to Ron who was leaning against the car door.

"How many?"

Arthur said lightly, "50 dollars."

"So, you divided the remaining 300 million equally?"

Joss explained: "No, the boss divided 150 million, and James and I shared the rest equally."

"So I have the least money?"

Arthur looked at Ron with sharp eyes.

Ron felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, especially Arthur's blind eye.

He actually saw the white things above the eyes move.

"Distribution according to work is fair, isn't it?"

Ron blinked, and the white substance in Arthur's eyes stopped.

Ron shrugged.

"Well, I have no problem."

In this robbery team, he is the driver, lookout and support.

It does not deal with the core links, so the distribution according to work is very strict.

Arthur nodded in satisfaction, and then prepared to leave with his box of money.

"and many more."

Arthur narrowed his eyes in doubt and turned his head.

Joss and James pressed the pistols on their waists vigilantly.

"Don't be nervous, friends, I just think this distribution is very reasonable, remember to contact me next time you have such a good opportunity."

Arthur was noncommittal.

Joss let go of the handle of the gun and grinned with white teeth.

"Man, there will be a chance."

The three breathed a sigh of relief.

The problem of loot distribution has always been a big problem that tests the robbery gangs, and it seems that they have successfully passed this big test.

After getting into their respective cars, the engines were started, and the four black cars left the place and drove forward.

Four hard-working workers with huge sums of money in their hands are about to part ways at the intersection ahead.

Ron fell far behind the three of them.

He thought about it carefully.

He decisively sent a message to his immediate boss, Howard, informing him of his current location.

"How much do you think? It's only 50 US dollars. 50 US dollars will be wanted by the whole United States. Gan Linniang, why don't you die?"

The distribution is indeed reasonable.

But it was because it was too reasonable that he wanted to abandon the dark and turn to the bright.

Although he is just an ordinary police detective, his bonus plus gray income is more than 10 US dollars a year.

50 is not worth the risk of being wanted across the United States.

"Robbers really have no future. I have a righteous heart and a kind gun can't agree to be a robber."

"Mighty and mighty..."

Ron heard sirens clearly.

He knew that the Los Angeles police who were searching for them all over the mountain had arrived.

He deliberately lowered the speed of the car.

No need to guess, there must be a fierce exchange of fire between the gangsters and the police.

In order to improve the survival rate.

In order to avoid rushing to the street just after crossing.

He still decided to give it a go.

Wait until the fight is almost done before reaping the fruits of victory.

"Anti-anti-anti..."

Sure enough, dense gunfire sounded ahead.

The gunshots subsided, and Ron stepped on the accelerator and drove forward frantically.

There were policemen blocking the way ahead, and it was foreseeable that Arthur's attention was destined to be attracted by the policemen.

Previously, deliberate slowing was done to let the police and robbers do the work first.

Now the robber's attention has been attracted by the police.

It was shot from behind.

No, a precious opportunity to eliminate harm for the people!
For the safety of the citizens of Los Angeles, for the security of the beautiful country.

No matter what he can't let the police who waste taxpayers' money take all the credit.

Soon Ron arrived at the scene of the battle.

Three cars stopped at the intersection.

Opposite was a row of police cars.

Behind the cover of the police car are the Los Angeles police officers who shot at the gangsters.

The police were very cautious, and they lowered their heads after firing a shot.

As expected of a policeman, I thought of going with him.

Very cowardly, but the effect is outstanding.

No one was injured by the police.

On the robber's side, Joss and James were shot in the chest.

I fell down beside the car and rushed to the street, and there was a puddle of fresh blood on the ground.

Forget about Joss.

Mud, this guy James also rushed to the street.

What a pity you lost your name!
"Shit, the fucking robbers are really useless, now the credit will be discounted."

Ron was furious.

Joss and James are dead.

There are not many opportunities left for him to make meritorious deeds.

Today, among the robbery gangs, only Arthur is still stubbornly resisting.

Ron opened the car door, shouting.

"Boss Arthur, don't worry, I'm here to save you."

Arthur was shocked when he heard this.

While shooting at the police, he turned his head and looked at the little brother who was crawling over with great emotion.

I thought that Ron's delay in following up was because he had fled the battle without morality.

Now looking at Ron who ran over with a face full of determination despite the hail of bullets.

He blames himself!
Blame yourself for what you just thought!

He moved!
Worthy of being Chinese, really stupid.

It's this time, and they are still coming up to die.

After a while, if this kid must be the queen, it can be regarded as waste utilization.

"I'm standing in front, and we're ready to withdraw at any time."

A flash of determination flashed in Arthur's eyes, and he yelled at Ron.

He turned his head again and shot wildly at the police.

At the same time, the white substance in his one eye flowed, gradually covering his eyeball.

His eyes were strangely all white.

At this critical moment, he used his hole cards.

That is to hypnotize others.

By chance, he gained the ability to hypnotize others.

The price was blindness in one eye.

After the policeman hiding behind the police car saw Arthur's eyes, his eyes suddenly lost their luster.

Then, as if possessed by a demon, he put down the gun with a blank expression.

Standing up from behind the police car, he walked forward like a walking dead.

Arthur aimed his gun at the policemen who had stepped out of the bunker like standard targets.

Pull the trigger, and the bullets are accurate headshots.

Every time a shot was fired, someone fell to the ground, twitching and dying.

Ron saw such a weird scene.

shocked.

"Shet, what the hell?"

Were these policemen bewitched?

Watching helplessly, one by one the living people were shot and fell to the ground.

And Arthur is still ruthlessly harvesting life.

Ron was shocked.

It turns out that all this is not making a movie.

Everything is true!
Ron swallowed.

He felt his throat tighten, he was at a loss, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Crack..."

Arthur's pistol ran out of bullets.

"Come on, Ron, change the magazine for me, my eyes won't last long."

Ron finally recovered from that special state.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that, at some point, his back was already soaked.

"what?"

"Give me your gun, my eyes won't last long."

Ron suddenly realized.

"Yes, everything is due to Arthur's weird one-eyed eye."

Arthur needs to look the policemen in the eye to hypnotize them.

It is precisely because it is inconvenient to change magazines because of the need to keep an eye on the police that he needs his help.

opportunity!

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for meritorious service!

Ron didn't hesitate.

He raised his pistol and shot Arthur in the back.

He knew that there was only one chance left for him.

If Arthur turned his head, he would be the one being controlled.

"Anti-anti-anti..."

"Puff puff……"

The bullet entered Arthur's body, causing a cloud of blood.

Arthur was shot in the back.

Shot in the head.

Blood dripped from his body.

He looked forward puzzled, the white in his eyes gradually faded and returned to normal.

There was severe pain in his body, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he fell crookedly to the ground.

As he was dying, he looked unwillingly at Ron who emptied the magazine.

"Sorry, I'm a policeman!"

Seeing that Arthur had finally died, Ron said solemnly.

At this moment, the white matter in Arthur's eyes turned into a wisp of white smoke, which entered Ron's body in a flash.

"Destroy E-level aliens, get 1 skill point, the eye of ignorance."

Name: Ron.

Skills: Pistol Mastery L2; Eye of Idiot L0; Car Driving L1, Lockpicking L1.

(End of this chapter)