Li Daitao is stiff, upgrade

When Carlo walked into the community, he found that many residents of the community were gathered near the gate. There were men, women, old and young. They all had black hair and brown eyes, and it was difficult to tell who was who.

But most of the residents looked at the police with a little fear and disgust.

He squeezed the pistol in his hand, a little worried that someone in the crowd would fire a weapon.

It is not uncommon in the United States for small conflicts to break out over arrests in communities where ethnic groups gather.

Carlo tensed his nerves and quickened his pace against the crowd coming out.

It’s almost a hundred meters into the community.

A number of police cars appeared before my eyes.

Several patrol officers were hurriedly carrying two companions who were moaning in pain and loading them into the police car. Judging from the situation, they were shot and were ready to be sent to the hospital.

However, the two injured patrolmen should not be life-threatening, otherwise they would be howling and not so energetic.

There's a problem here.

The door is an electric sliding door.

No matter whether the other party tricked them in the end.

Inside the building, a strong man wearing a wolf mask looked away from the surveillance camera and said urgently to the communication device hanging on his shoulder: "Hound, someone just approached and then left. I'm not sure of their identity. Please hurry up!"

In this inconspicuous office, only some internal staff remained, and the originally inconspicuous Cheston became the only active agent here.

The former director of the Commercial Building, Indy, made Dean realize that the FBI might have been monitoring this kind of place to prevent spies from other countries from infiltrating.

He was just about to knock on the glass to alert the other party that someone was coming.

The door of the house was cracked open, with many bullet holes remaining.

Or there is a miniature murder case, and there are still undiscovered criminals!

Dean is really unhappy now.

Park the car.

This is the truth.

The appearance of the other party is indeed the Park Bulong that I saw on the computer before.

Dean was reluctant to part with this experience pack.

This is also the fundamental reason why Dean did not return to the Trade Building, but went directly to the FBI to search for the employee information of the "Mrs. King's Department Store Foreign Trade Office".

office.

If it hadn't been for the address provided by Cheston, anyone who saw this building on the edge of the community at first glance would have thought that this should be the headquarters of a small company.

The eyes of the strong man's mask widened, blood poured out from the corner of his mouth, and he simply died.

Now that the case is closed, why does Boss Dean still act like someone else owes him money?

Dean glared at Carlo: "Aren't you happy that the case is closed?"

Even for the most experienced bomb disposal experts, the success rate of bomb disposal is only 50%!

Upstairs, the dog-faced masked woman had already beaten Cheston to the point of rolling her eyes, but she still did not pull the other person's mouth off her right hand.

The conditions inside are unknown.

Carlo came closer.

So Dean guessed that this guy was just a smoke bomb!

How does this make him feel good?

Cheston was agitated and was about to speak.

After bringing the hot girl's body back and putting it away, Cheston uneasily waited for news from Dean in the office.

Accompanied by the warning sound from the police horn downstairs.

Bang~

A huge force hit her forehead, causing her head to tilt back, and at the same time, everything was plunged into darkness.

The next moment.

The man in charge of monitoring realized something was wrong.

See what she looks like.

"No, I just think it's lucky that you discovered it quickly, boss. Otherwise, if it were any of us, even if we found the Foreign Trade Building, we would be misled by the surveillance in the end and let the murderer hiding in Mrs. Jin's Department Store Foreign Trade Company go.

It will alert the other party and make them run away."

Li Daitao is more likely to be stiff.

"FK!"

Because of the counterfeit money case some time ago.

The dog-faced masked woman seemed to have heard a big joke and quietly took off her mask: "Chessington, you will only end up on the death list after being attacked by a terrorist organization, and I will become the new supervisor here."

The FBI has offices on every continent in the United States.

Chessington's eyes widened.

He glanced at the other person's obviously undulating body with some regret, took out a cigarette and a lighter, preparing to use nicotine to relieve his somewhat impatient mood.

He is not prepared to risk his life just to save money for the American government.

But Cheston knew that as long as he let go, he would definitely die. Even though his head felt like it was going to explode, his consciousness began to blur, and his teeth seemed to be imprinted on the woman's palm, and he did not relax at all.

If the patrolman arrived a little later, Park Bulong, who was lying in a pool of blood, would have run away.

Dean's pupils narrowed.

Dean shook his head: "It's okay. I saw a lot of model parts in the house. You stay here, lead these patrols, seal off the scene, wait for the people from the forensic department to arrive, and count the objects in the house and the suspect's body."

But Boss Dean doesn’t seem happy?

It's time for this matter to come to an end!

He knows the other person!

Or rather!

At the opponent's hands, he learned how to become a qualified FBI cannon fodder agent!

If someone really attacks, this place is actually not as safe as the police detective station.

Something's wrong!

The breathing rate of a normal person is generally 2 to 3 seconds, which is the so-called breath.

This means that the employee information on the computer in the foreign trade office of Mrs. Jin’s Department Store is fake. The stick-minded man I met downstairs in the building before who was rushing back to the office to get documents also has a problem!

Dean couldn't figure out why he would get involved in such over-the-top things whenever he was just solving a case!

On the countdown, there are still more than nine minutes.

Woohoo~

Outside the building, police sirens sounded.

In pain, the woman used her other hand to crazily elbow Chestern on the head.

Then there is only one answer.

The other party is a dead person!

The dog-faced masked woman didn't care to continue torturing Chess Dean. She raised the gun in her hand and wanted to shoot. However, in the moment of distraction, Chess Dean seized the opportunity and spat a mouthful of blood on the woman's face.

In his eyes, his big mouth opened at the same time, and he pounced on the woman holding the gun, biting her hard.

Screams sounded.

There were also several patrolmen who surrounded a house in shock.

Just over twenty minutes.

"No reason, just apologize. Although I don't like my sister, this is not the reason for you to kill her!"

The camera turns.

Most of these employees are responsible for logistics, intelligence and other functions, and a few are agents and senior agents in the field.

On the lawn outside the house, you can see small impact craters caused by semi-automatic rifles everywhere, and the two large pools of blood in front of the door all announced to outsiders that the previous short battle was not easy.

It's probably hard to find anyone.

When he attracted the attention of the people here by supporting the arrival of the police, he avoided the surveillance from the side and lurked in. He thought of controlling the surveillance room first. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came over, he heard the man's last words.

But reality is not a movie.

Next to the hot girl's body, Chessington, who had been stripped naked, had his limbs fixed with wood, and was in a kneeling position, groaned feebly.

No matter how powerful he is, Dean can't rush in alone.
To be continued...