Nine Hundred and Fifty-Two Chapters Burst and Shoot, only One Living

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Thoughts turned in his mind, Guzman hesitated between killing Norman and holding back his breath to keep the business.

All five of Norman's group are here.

If he wants to do it, he has to kill the five DEA agents of Norman together, and he can't bear the revenge of the DEA.

Norman looked at his expression and laughed.

Unhurriedly, he took out a tin box the size of one-third of his palm from his chest, and shook it by his ear, listening to the subtle sound of impact.

Opening the small iron box, he picked up one of the seven or eight capsules inside, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

After a while, he slowly raised his head, twisted his shoulders back and forth a few times, his face became rosy, and the pain on his left arm gradually subsided.

He lowered his head and looked at Guzman on the opposite side: "Take out the payment. Otherwise, I will call someone to kill you all right away!"

The anger in Guzman's heart that was about to be suppressed by reality suddenly arose: "You..."

Suddenly, a series of sirens sounded, and they approached here at a fast speed.

The people on both sides were stunned, and all looked out the window.

Guzman slammed the table and stood up: "Norman, you want to be black and black!"

Norman was stunned for a moment, then laughed disdainfully: "No culture."

A younger brother behind Guzman couldn't help but leaned into his ear: "Boss, you won't be called a sliver if you eat black."

Guzman's hot head was slightly awake, and he felt that he was overreacting.

At this moment, Norman said again: "Forget it, you idiot, you should die as soon as possible! I will bring someone to your house tomorrow and kill you and your two daughters like Bichi!"

Guzman's reluctantly suppressed anger finally couldn't help it, and a certain "kill him" voice that had been circling in his mind suddenly became louder.

He roared: "Hua Q! Go to hell! Kill him for me."

In the roar, Guzman pulled out the pistol from his waist and shot McKee in front of him.

is turning his head,

Wanting to persuade his boss, Norman, to stop provoking McGee, but there was no chance for him to react, so there was a hole in his head, and he jumped into the street in an instant.

Guzman's sudden outburst caught everyone off guard - except Norman.

He seemed to have seen through everything long ago, with a weird smile on his face, he suddenly pulled the revolver from his waist.

Clap clap clap clap!

Six shots in a row hit Guzman.

Guzman, who had shot McGee by a ghost, was one step behind, and only had time to shoot Norman in the stomach, and the two fell to the ground.

The two bosses shot at each other like a duel in a western cowboy movie, leaving the people on both sides stunned for about half a second.

Then, everyone shouted and scolded, and their hands touched the handle of the gun.

clap clap! Boom!

"what!"

"Ah!"

"Ahhh!"

The screams of gunfire were mixed, and the smell of gunpowder filled the room almost instantly.

Ten seconds later, everyone in the room fell to the ground.

The room suddenly fell silent from the extreme noise.

Most of the gang members and DEA agents twitched and let out weak moans.

Only one person slowly got up from the ground.

Norman looked at the pile of people lying around, and suddenly burst out laughing: "Damn, you all should die."

After saying this, he staggered a few steps and leaned against the wall: "My, these are all mine. The money is mine, and the goods are also mine. Hahahaha."

Moments earlier, a team of patrol police cars was rushing to the scene of the shootout in Uptown.

Someone in the car at the beginning was calling on the walkie-talkie: "You don't have to pick me up, I'll take a ride."

Having said this, he looked at a patrolman in the back seat with a wry smile on his face: "Sorry, man, my car just crashed and was sent to the maintenance department."

What can the patrolman say.

He knew the guy in the co-pilot.

Many people in the NYPD have heard the name of this guy, and this patrolman is no exception.

Even when he was a policeman, he was "implicated" by this guy to a large extent.

The patrolman said, "Just call me Kenny, Sergeant John McClain."

John: "Okay, Kenny. When you get to the place, pay attention to finding a place to hide, don't stand in the middle of the road, understand?"

Kenny: "We learned how to deal with mass shootouts, Sergeant McLean."

John's expression remained unchanged, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Then how many guns have you been shot? Do you know how many shots a person can take without dying?"

Kenny: "...OK, I'll hide."

As soon as the two finished speaking, they suddenly heard a burst of gunshots.

John looked to the left side of the street almost subconsciously, raised his hand and kept saying, "A shootout happened here? Behind that apartment building."

As soon as the driving patrol officer turned the steering wheel, he rushed into the side street and circled to the apartment building behind, followed by the three police cars behind.

More than ten minutes later, John walked out of the apartment with an inexplicable look on his face.

Touching a small camera on his chest, he took out his mobile phone and started to call: "Boss, I have a little trouble here."

Dustin reluctantly looked away from lawyer Jennifer: "Say."

What's so special, is it easy for him to find an opportunity to be lazy for a night! Damn John!

Lawyer Jennifer pulled his face with a smile, stood up and walked to the bathroom.

Dustin looked at the swaying steps, swallowed his saliva, and thumped his heart that had always been steady.

But bad news came from the receiver next to his ear, which made his heart skip a beat: "I found a bunch of bodies here, four of them were DEA agents, and six were supposed to be dealers. There was only one DEA senior. Agent, Norman Stanfield is seriously injured."

"What's going on?" Dustin's attention was immediately turned away from Jennifer, not even noticing a gap in the bathroom door.

John looked around and said quickly in a low voice.

Dustin listened to his report, got up from the bed, put his head on the phone and started to get dressed.

A few minutes later, Dustin gave her a kiss while wearing the shower gel that lawyer Jennifer was so scared tossed over, and then ran out of the room after saying that he had a case and was about to leave.

Lawyer Jennifer was left in a daze for a while before shaking his head helplessly: "This is work."

Of course she couldn't blame Dustin.

In fact, it wasn't once or twice that she left Dustin alone in the house halfway through.

After reapplying the shower gel, she murmured thoughtfully, "What case is this time? I don't know if it will be handed over to me."

As soon as the words came out, she immediately shook her head: "What are you thinking! That woman Reyes won't let me get a big case easily, unless she wants me to take the blame."

It was night, and the New York Police Department was in chaos, but Luke and Selena had already entered a sweet sleep.

Early in the morning, Luke was forcibly summoned to the police station by Dustin's grand summoning technique.