Perry shook his head and asked: "So, how long will it take for you to bring these people back to the police station?"

Erwin said: "These people in the warehouse just discovered the people from our police station and surrounded them. They haven't tried to break out for a while, but the rescue operation is still very difficult. I led people to try to break through twice.

, all without success.”

Upon hearing this, Perry tapped his fingers on the bullet holes in the car's body, looked at the dilapidated door, and began to think about how he should direct the next action.

At the same time Perry arrived, in the abandoned warehouse.

Vince Giller, who is remembered by many people, was surrounded by many people.

His face was frightened and his eyes were wandering.

In the silence, someone spoke.

It was a man with a traditional Mexican hairstyle. He looked at the oldest person in the crowd and said.

"Uncle, what should we do?"

"This operation has been exposed. What should we do with the tasks assigned by the group?"

The man he called uncle covered his waist and leaned weakly on the abandoned sofa.

He glanced at his hands, which were dry and stained bright red again.

That was when he and his men tried to rush out of the front door.

The wounds left by that damn police detective outside.

I heard that idiot Vince said that the other party was a local police chief named Hank.

Although he was dragged into the warehouse by his nephew in time, he was given quick and brief treatment.

But without tools, he began to bleed excessively.

This made him feel slightly dazed.

"uncle?"

An anxious call in his ear brought his attention back to reality.

He let out a heavy breath.

"...Bring that woman here..."

After hearing his instructions, among the people gathered around, someone immediately walked to one side.

Katie, whose hands and feet were tied and a piece of cloth was stuffed in her mouth, tried to struggle in fear when she saw the person coming.

Woo...woo...

A feeble struggle has no effect.

The visitor grabbed her collar, half dragged and half lifted, and brought Katie to her 'uncle'.

Looking at the gangsters around them, they were holding weapons of different lengths and their bodies were covered in dust and blood.

'Are they going to kill me?'

Katie was filled with fear.

'Uncle' tried his best to open his eyes, looked at the girl in front of him, and thought about how to deal with her.

"Remove the thing from her mouth..."

'Uncle' ordered.

"Please let me go, I won't tell anyone..."

Katie was finally able to speak and begged.

The 'uncle' had no soft-hearted thoughts at all and looked at the girl with a cold face.

At this time, Vince, who was separated by these Mexican gangsters, suddenly took a step forward.

This action made several gangsters tighten their grip on the guns in their hands. Vince's heart skipped a beat. He had seen how ferocious these Mexican gangsters were. They were like a pack of beasts.

He hurriedly said: "Dior, she is still useful. We can use her to make deals with the police detectives outside so that the charges against her can be reduced..."

Before Vince could finish speaking, Dio, who seemed extremely weak, suddenly raised his hand and shot him.

Bang!

Vince's eyes were blank, and a hole appeared on his forehead.

He is dead!

Katie looked at Vince who had his head shot, and stared at the blood and brains spilled on the ground for a long time.

It's like a dream.

Snap!

Vince's body lost its center of gravity and suddenly fell at her feet.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

The girl came back to her senses and was so frightened by this scene that she lost control and yelled crazily.

Even with her hands and feet tied, she was like a maggot trying to crawl backwards.

"Ahem, Tutu, let her be quiet..."

Dio finished weakly.

He put down the gun in his hand and covered the wound on his waist with one hand.

The recoil caused by the shot he just fired made his wound worse again.

Several gangsters around him loosened their grip on their guns.

Dior's nephew, a man with Mexican-style hair, is Toutou.

There was no smile on his face as he came straight to the frightened Katie.

He stretched out a hand, pinched the girl's chin hard, made her look up at him, and said in English that he was not proficient in: "Shut up, if you don't want to die!"

The coldness in his tone made Katie shut her mouth in horror.

But her body could not suppress the violent trembling.

When she calmed down, someone among the people present said, "Dio, why did you kill Vince?"

Dio glanced at the man who spoke and said in a calm tone: "Carlos, do you have any objections to what I'm doing?"

Carlos' eyelids twitched slightly. He looked at the other person beside him and then spoke.

"No, the group has arranged for you to be responsible for this mission. Then you will be the supreme commander. I have no objection..."

As he spoke, he changed his subject and said, "But four people have been lost in this operation. I just don't understand why you want to kill Vince Giller at this time?"

"What should we do with the group's mission in the future? Without him as a middleman, there will be problems with the mission!"

Dio sneered and scanned the faces of the five people around him one by one.

He finally looked at the corpse on the ground, covered his mouth and coughed.

"Ahem, why did I do this?"

"This idiot, this idiot named Vince..."

He supported the sofa behind him, stood up unsteadily, and said disdainfully: "He actually wants us to cooperate with the police detective?"

"This operation was only exposed because of this idiot!"

Dio said with an ugly face: "If this idiot hadn't insisted on kidnapping this woman on the ground at this time, we wouldn't have been exposed to the sight of the police station so early..."

"And this idiot actually wants us to cooperate with the police department?"

Dio sneered.

"When did the cartel people end up cooperating with the police?"

"Um?!!"

Dio's gloomy eyes swept across Carlos' face, and finally looked at his nephew Tuku.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

One of the ironclad rules of Mexican gangs is that they must never cooperate with anyone from the police station.

Regardless of the hatred between the two gangs, even if there is hatred for killing the father and destroying the family, they must not go to the police detective for help.

Then you will be spurned and besieged by others!

"Then what do we do next?"

It was Carlos who asked.

Many people have died, and it seems that there is no hope of completing the group's mission.
Chapter completed!