Chapter 265: Silence

Los Angeles, 42nd Street.

Loud cheers and music filled the street corner behind the fence gate, where the Bulls controlled the bar.

"Hey, guys, I have to go, my sweetheart is still waiting for me." Putting down the tobacco rod in his hand, the feeling of being in the air kept Becca excited.

"You lucky guy, I hope you are drowned in Felina's sea." Someone looked at him enviously and said.

"Ha, that must be the happiest thing in the world." The protruding Felina is the most famous prostitute in the neighborhood.

She has a hotter body than Hollywood's 'Blonde Babe' and Becca has fallen in love with her since getting a taste of her, and how she behaves in bed.

"You have lived there for three consecutive nights, I guess you will be bankrupted by that bitch." The black man who left with Becca said.

"Man, it's impossible." Becca looked around with a funny smile, and the extreme pleasure from the brain was like climbing to heaven.

"Tell you, I made a lot of money, which is an amount you can't imagine." After finishing speaking mysteriously in the ear of his companion, Beka walked across the street with swaying steps.

"A large sum of money? What are you talking about?" asked the companion standing by the roadside, spreading his hands.

"I'm a million-dollar household now, ten-thousand-" Beka excitedly turned her head to show off, and then her body was suddenly hit by a black shadow and flew into the air.

Boom, boom!

Watching Beka's body spinning like a top in mid-air, and then landing on the left side of his face, his body pressed against his neck, and the sound of his neck breaking was very clear in the night.

And the car that knocked him into the sky without even turning on the lights had already disappeared at the corner of the street.

"God, my god, this, brother, oh my god." The black companion held his head in disbelief, and rushed to Beka's side in a hurry.

"Hey bro, hang on, you'll be alright, hey, listen to me, don't die, you gotta tell me the fuckin' first, where did you put your money?"

Grabbing Becca, whose mouth was full of blood and his pupils turned up, he shook vigorously, and found that his head was hanging behind his back, and the black man was still on the ground, groping for himself.

When he found a stack of change and a key from Becca's pocket, a surprised smile appeared on his face, he looked around and quickly disappeared into the street.

Not long after, a passing homeless man found the distorted body, after confirming that it was human.

He skillfully stripped off all the clothes on the opponent, and quickly ran away with his arms in his arms.

...

"Dead?" Li Zitao was a little annoyed when he got the news. He moved fast enough, but he didn't expect the other party to be faster than him.

"Where is that Chief Hunter?" Li Zitao had a bad feeling in his heart, whether the other party would also kill Hunter.

Wanting to get the police to cooperate, stop the special guards of SHIELD, and let the killer get away, this is not something a small gang can do.

Li Zitao asked for a banquet for Chief Hunter of the Los Angeles Police Department, but the news he got was that he hadn't come to work for two days.

Asked his deputy and secretary, all I know is that Hunter said he was going out for a trip, and then he never came back.

"Our people have been to his home, and his wife has disappeared. If it is not silenced, it will leave Los Angeles, and maybe it is no longer in the United States."

Tap-tap, tap-tap--

Tapping his fingers on the table, Li Zitao was learning to control his anger.

"Boss, there is one more thing." Hans looked at him hesitantly.

"Say." Li Zitao took a deep breath, already feeling bad news.

"Tia was shot in Colombia." Hans hadn't finished speaking when he saw Li Zitao's fingers punch a hole in the table.

"—she was not injured, and our people have escorted her away from the sea." Hans said hastily.

"Why?" How could you get shot at just to see your grandfather?

"Her grandfather was a member of the Columbia Laundry Detergent Group, with a high status!" Speaking of this,

Hans also had a strange expression on his face.

Who would have thought that Tia, who graduated from a famous university and whose parents were educators, had a grandfather who dealt drugs.

Moreover, according to the news sent back, he has a very high status within the group, and may even have a lot of information.

That's why when he promised Tia to return to the United States to retire, he was assassinated and cleaned up within the group.

People are in the rivers and lakes, can't help themselves, know too much, how can it be possible to retreat completely.

"Can you still find clues?" Knowing that Tia was fine, Li Zitao turned his attention back to the things in Los Angeles.

Hans shook his head and said, "News came from Europe that the killer who disguised himself as a train robber committed suicide in prison."

"I should have thought that those trash were unreliable." Li Zitao was really powerless to complain about the police in this era.

If the police weren't so useless that they couldn't even find a murderer or a robber, the FBI wouldn't have been born.

The original FBI was after brutal murderers and jewel theft.

As for the police, they would just hide away, fire two shots in the target direction without looking up, and wait for the other party to run away before cleaning up the mess.

"Continue to track down the whereabouts of those killers, and in the name of Her Royal Highness and I, protest against Washington, we are skeptical of the stability of the United States,

Since the opponent wants to use political power, then use politics to fight back. "

...

District of Columbia, Washington.

Dear Mr. President hung up the phone and looked at the Vice President, Nick Brandy, and his FBI Director, Edgar Hoover.

"This is the eleventh call I received this morning. The Queen of the Netherlands expresses her strong protest and dissatisfaction with what happened to Princess Adelaide."

boom.

The palms were slapped heavily on the table, the president's security adviser pushed open the door, and then hurriedly closed the door. The president's blue face let him know that it was better not to disturb him.

"How many times has this happened since I became president, the Chicago event just ended, and Houston's Kendy estate behind it,

Now in Los Angeles, there are 6 people who died in Kendy Manor, Edgar, is there anything you want to tell me? "

"No, Your Excellency." Edgar Hoover responded with a dark face.

"Then why are you still sitting here? Waiting for me to make you a cup of coffee and bring lunch to you myself?"

Hearing the president's sarcastic roar, Edgar Hoover hurriedly got up and walked out with heavy steps.

"Nick!" The President said with his hands on his hips, his back to Nick Brady.

"I'm here, Mr. President." Nick was very relaxed, even a little gloating.

Since Edgar Hoover became the director of the Bureau of Investigation, he has embarrassed him many times in front of outsiders, and now he can see his embarrassment, "It's a happy day."