Even though he realized something was wrong, Mateo was still not sure for a moment that he had indeed been discovered by the police.

In his heart, he still held a trace of fantasy.

Maybe he's overthinking it?

The South American, who was hugging Diego, began to quickly observe everyone outside.

Those passengers who were carrying their luggage seemed to have no problem.

Black people, white people, brown people with Indiana ancestry, all kinds of people were talking to each other, taking their luggage from the side of the bus, and lining up towards the bus behind them.

In addition to the passengers who were originally in the car, there were two men wearing dark blue uniforms nearby.

The middle-aged man who got on the bus and apologized to the passengers was now helping carry the luggage and seemed to have no problem.

In the dark tunnel outside, there was no suspicious person, and no one in police uniforms was ambushing him.

Maybe, he is just paranoid?

The successive discoveries made Mateo relax a little bit of the tension in his heart, and the fingers that were originally gripping the pistol began to loosen a little.

The previously tense back now relaxed and leaned against the back of the chair, letting out a slow sigh of relief.

He would not be willing to reveal his whereabouts so quickly if it was not necessary.

He lowered his head and looked down at himself. As long as he had the money in the travel bag next to his feet.

When he leaves Chicago safely, he will be as high as the sky allows birds to fly, and the sea is as wide as fish can jump.

With nearly two million in cash in hand, in which city can he not live happily?

Where can't you live a relaxed and comfortable life?

Just when Matteo relaxed and thought he should get off the car, he was about to get up.

His eyes inadvertently locked eyes with Lucek outside for two seconds!

The rookie police detective, who never thought that he would suddenly look into the eyes of the kidnapper, subconsciously shifted his gaze and stared straight ahead with a stiff face.

When Matteo saw the newcomer's reaction, he was stunned for a second, and then his expression suddenly changed.

There is a problem!

There's something wrong with this man in uniform!

Damn it!

The South Americans cursed secretly in their hearts.

The guard that was already relaxed suddenly became tense.

He hurriedly grasped the pistol at his waist. At this moment, only the cold touch from this murderous weapon could bring him some comfort.

With it, at least I still have the power to resist.

He looked at Erin and Thalia who were still talking in front of him. That woman was probably a police detective, and he wanted to strike first!

Just when Mateo was having violent thoughts of murder, he didn't notice that a pair of black eyes were looking at his back quietly from behind him, like a hunter waiting for his prey to fall into a trap.

Like a man-eating python ready to prey!

Roan, who gripped the baseball bat so hard that his fingers turned white without even realizing it, had already done so when Erwin got on the bus.

Taking advantage of the commotion in the car, he quietly came up behind Matteo, only two rows apart and less than three meters away.

If you weren't afraid that if you were too close, you would disturb the other person.

Roang wanted to get behind the South American, but he found that the stick in front of him knocked him unconscious.

At this time, he had taken off the extra clothes on his body. Apart from the off-white Kevlar vest with the words "Chicago Police Department" engraved on his upper body, he was just a light-colored T-shirt.

The dark blue jacket and baseball cap originally used for disguise were taken off because he thought they would be in the way.

Because the passenger seats of Meizhong Bus are spring-type and movable, they will naturally move together as long as there is no one sitting on them.

Therefore, the distance between Roan's seats is much wider than it appears.

After closing the seat, the space left was enough for him to squat there easily without being noticed by Matteo in front of him.

A slight touching sound came from behind him.

Roang slowly turned his head and looked at Frank, who was laughing at him through the gap between the seats.

'Didn't I ask you to lie down?'

His lips slowly changed, but no sound came out.

Frank looked at Luo Ang, who was holding the bat tightly, and his expression relaxed a lot.

Because he discovered the bulletproof vest this kid was wearing, the letters 'police' written on it, and the familiar Chicago PD!

Under other circumstances, Frank would certainly not be happy if he met a kid who was suspected of being a cop.

In his knowledge and past experiences, he was told that none of these COPs were good.

Especially the cops in the southern district are just a bunch of gangsters in uniforms!

But for now, Frank would rather he met a detective from the Chicago Police Department rather than a member of GD.

Facing the police detectives, he begged for mercy, and the most he received was a beating. It was not like he could continue to live his free life. But when facing street members, he was a notoriously vicious GD person. That was not begging for mercy. It could be solved so easily.

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At first, according to Roang's request, although Frank didn't know why, he still obeyed and lay down under the seat.

Even though he was full of reluctance, it did not affect the sensitivity of his movements.

Then, Frank saw the boy who gave him a series of strange requests also hide behind the seat next to him.

Just when he was full of confusion and felt baffled, this guy actually started to take off his clothes.

That seemingly shiny and heavy gold chain was thrown away by Luo Ang.

The hat on his head and the fat coat on his body were also thrown aside by Luo Ang.

Finally, a slightly thin boy wearing a bulletproof vest, holding a bat in his hand, hunched over and moved forward quickly.

While Roang was concentrating and moving forward slowly, Frank was not idle either.

He carefully lay down on the ground, moved little by little to the gold chain, then suddenly stretched out his hand to hook it, and took it into his arms.

pity……

This gold chain was a fake, but Frank didn't notice it and held it in his arms happily.

I imagined that I would have enough money for the next half month’s drinks!

Afterwards, Roan bowed forward and moved forward, while Frank lay on the ground and moved carefully.

Both of them slowed down their movements and tried not to make a sound. Roan took the initiative, but Frank saw that he was so nervous and subconsciously learned not to make a sound.

So after Roang stopped, Frank hurriedly touched him and wanted to know what was going on.

Regarding his doubts, Luo Ang did not intend to give an answer now, lest this guy would not take his words to heart.

I also planned to let this drunkard take the bag of money out.

Don't let him lose his respect for himself.

Therefore, Rohan faced Frank, slowly moved his lips up and down, and slowly traced his thumb across his throat.

Frank's delighted face froze instantly.

He spelled out what the boy said in his mind.

‘If you don’t complete the task I gave you, you will be dead’!

Because it was a silent spelling based on mouth movements, Frank spelled it out word by word. Finally, when he spelled out all the words in his mind, and then looked at Roon's throat-slitting ceremony, his face suddenly started to cry.

Fxxk!

Another damn uniformed gangster!

Can't there be someone else to take charge of these bullshit cops?

Why do you like to bully people in the South District?

I, Frank Gallagher, am the one who gives in?

M-FXXK’s cop!

After cursing in his mind for a long time, Frank put a smile on his face for the first time, made an OK gesture with his right hand, and then patted his chest gently.

'I'll do the work, don't worry!'

Seeing Roang nodding and turning around, continuing to stare at Mateo, Frank put away the flattering smile on his face and pinched the gold chain in his arms.

hey-hey……
Chapter completed!