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Chapter 30 Sorry, I spoke too loudly before

Seeing Old Harden looking at her helplessly, Susan spread her hands: "Sorry, we are still a reserve team and don't have much money. Brian spent a lot of money on hospitalization and examination. If you can't give a suitable reason, I refuse to help. You reimburse."

She's just straight-minded and doesn't like to turn around. She's not stupid.

If you agree to everything, it will be difficult to manage people in the future.

Old Harden was anxious: "It's not my fault. There are people guarding the place with guns. I can only pretend to be a prostitute so that I can ask for something."

Seeing his displeasure, Glenn sneered and said, "You're right. The best way to open a woman's mouth is to ask her to squat down. You spent five hundred dollars on this."

"I"

"Okay!" Brian interrupted the two people's nonsense: "Our most important task now is to solve the case. Old Harden, tell us what you have learned. If it is useful, then the reward for solving the case will be paid. Susan The team leader will reimburse you!"

"Okay." Old Harden gave up his struggle:

“That apartment room is controlled by a small gang called the Dingo Gang.

Most of those women were drug addicts or girls picked up by gang members.

They used to stand in motels or at intersections.

After June this year, a new boss of the Wild Dog Gang came to power, changing the previous methods.

Now they are cooperating with some food trucks to provide takeaways and proactively let prostitutes come to their homes. They are doing pretty well so far. I heard that their boss has even consulted a lawyer. He is a smart guy. "

"Are there many women there?"

"What are the new and old people yelling about?"

"I don't know how many women there were.

The apartment has three floors.

The first floor was the activity area for those gangsters. I only saw seven or eight people at that time, and they all obviously had guns on them.

The upper two floors should be the living areas of those prostitutes.

A lunch box worth two to three hundred dollars can only be purchased on the second floor.

A lunch box worth $500 is needed to get to the third floor.

After going up.

You can knock on any door at will.

What do you want to do to the woman in there.

She will cooperate. "

Hearing this, Glenn mocked: "So you went to the third floor?"

Old Harden ignored him and continued: "As for the new boss, his name is Ike. Everyone in the gang calls him Mad Dog Ike. I feel that the prostitute is very scared when she mentions this name."

"Mad Dog Ike?"

Ivan and Glenn looked at each other in shock.

Brian saw their reactions and said, "Do you know that guy?"

Ivan nodded: "This man has some brain problems. He is reckless and stupid. He bought a lot of explosives and blew open the insurance door of a small bank. In the end, he didn't even buy the explosives for the money he got. There was a lot of money, so he was so angry that he went to the director of the bank to ask why the bank didn't release the money, so he was arrested, but he didn't expect that he had been released."

"Buy dynamite"

Susan's eyes lit up: "Maybe this Ike knew Aldrin. He also had conflicts with the deceased Kenneth and acted recklessly. The suspicion is really high!"

Ivan and the others nodded, feeling that Ike was very suspicious.

Brian wondered about another point.

How could a guy with mental problems and impulsiveness come up with the idea of ​​using takeout to organize sales of Y, and even consult a lawyer?
Is Longchang Enlightenment really so awesome?
Want to know more.

Merely speculating on the situation is useless.

Under the leadership of Susan, several people were fully armed and wore body armor. They also called eight armed patrol officers to work together and surrounded the apartment where Old Harden had gone before.

Old Harden also deliberately wore a black hood similar to that of an anti-terrorist unit, with only his eyes exposed.

This is a fastidious person.

According to old Harden's words.

I only went to patronize the business in the morning and took people to arrest people in the afternoon.

This can easily ruin your reputation.

There is surveillance outside the apartment.

I haven't called the door yet.

A thin, brown-haired man with sunken eyes had already rushed to the corridor with seven or eight people and blocked the door: "This is a private area, who are you?"

As this guy spoke, his nose kept twitching and his body was shivering.

A discerning person would know that this guy had just taken drugs.

"NW Group 6, I am the team leader Susan, who of you is Ike?" Susan had two big revolvers hanging on her waist and didn't even wear a body armor. She stepped forward without fear.

It's not that she doesn't want to wear a body armor.

Instead it took a few tries.

As a result, the adjustable body armor squeezed her so much that she couldn't breathe.

"NW team?"

The short man grinned: "Sorry, I haven't heard of it. Besides, we don't know the Ike you're talking about. Get out of here right now, or..."

He didn't know whether he was high or had some mental issues, but in front of Susan and the seven or eight LAPD officers behind her, he pulled out a pistol to show his intimidation.

next moment. Bang~
A special bullet with a caliber of 11.18 mm opened his skull, and at the same time took his whole body flying up. He hit the ground hard, and white-red stuff that was either plasma or brain was scattered all over the floor.

Brian leaned closer.

You can still see those things on the ground steaming.
Everyone was stunned.

Is this a shot?

Ivan and Glenn, two veterans, even felt their necks getting cold.

What a fast gun!

They didn't even see team leader Susan's action clearly just now.

A precise headshot.

Susan's beautiful face was cold at the moment.

She expressionlessly inserted the Smith & Wesson M29 revolver, which was more than centimeters long, back into her waist, and said coldly: "The NW team, in the Los Angeles County area, has the authority to arrest all suspects directly. The right to arrest, but I don’t think you need to know this!”

"FK!"

"This bitch killed the boss's brother..."

Several gang members who were also under the influence of drugs, regardless of the fact that there were so many police officers standing outside, actually went crazy, lifted up their clothes, and wanted to draw their guns.

bang bang bang~
The gunshots exploded like firecrackers.

Wait until the sound stops.

The seven or eight gangsters who were standing in the hallway of the apartment, some of whom had drawn their guns or stretched their hands to their waists, had all fallen to the ground and were sleeping peacefully.

There was only one left who was unresponsive, with wide eyes, as if he had been frightened.

Brian:
Is this the American Iai that Susan was talking about?

Thinking of his frivolous promise to compete with Susan, Brian felt that his life had entered a countdown.

It's so scary.

It's not that fast to kill a chicken!
He turned back and glanced at his companions behind him.

Except for Glenn and Ivan, they reacted quickly and drew their pistols.

The rest of the people all stood there in a daze, as if they had not yet realized what happened.

Susan lowered her head and frowned at the holster of her gun.

What she just used was a very dangerous holstered rapid fire, which is also known as the ultimate secret of American Iai.

Sounds scary.

In fact, it means just shooting quickly without drawing the gun.

This method maximizes rapid fire. The only drawback is that it is easy to hit your own feet.

But this is for Susan.

The biggest disadvantage is that you need to replace the gun belt every time you use it.

This is handmade from deerskin.

She didn't have much left.

Finished reloading.

Susan kicked the iron door, waking up the frightened people.

She pointed at the gang member who was not dead: "Ask him where that Ike is. Go in and arrest him. If you encounter resistance, shoot him directly!"

"Yes, team leader!"

Ivan and Glenn, with admiration in their eyes, greeted the eight patrolmen, took out their pistols, and rushed in.

Old Harden on the side walked up to Susan shyly: "Boss"

Susan glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

"Sorry, I spoke too loudly before."

"Well, pay attention in the future."

Susan squeezed her aching fingers and strode towards the apartment.

Before, her father said that she had no brains and could not lead others.

joke.

Have a look.

Now these old fritters, please be more obedient.

Looking at Susan's back without changing her face, she stepped on the brains and plasma on the floor and walked into the apartment.

Brian swallowed.

Made.

Why does this woman feel so safe?

Otherwise, let’s chase.

The worst thing is that you will be a good person in the future!

Brian felt that even his uncle might not be able to beat Susan.

Long, soft thighs!
It feels so safe!

(End of this chapter)