The commando of the "Reading" Bureau was handcuffed and pressed Rod Jonathan back to the nightclub. He just entered his office with a few thugs who were still trembling with his hands.

I saw Robert Ritchie commanding the agent of the 'Reading' Bureau with a smile on his face, trying to pry open a safe with a tool.

Seeing this, Rod Jonathan couldn't help but curl his lips. If the safe was so easy to pry open, the company selling this thing would be sued for bankruptcy.

But Rhodes was not proud for long, and Tom Davis said to his two brothers Miller, "Go and help."

"No problem head".

The two of them didn't pick up crowbars and other things, and took out a long strip of yellow mud from their backpack.

It instantly made Robert and the agents of the 'reading' bureau take a breath.

It turns out that this thing is plastic explosives that can be kneaded into any shape.

Soon a long slender strip attached to the safe, Tom winked at the person pressing against Rhodes, and then nodded his mouth towards the safe.

The commando team members who understood came smiled and pushed Rhode forward intentionally or unintentionally.

Of course Rhodes was unwilling to move forward, and he also understood that this must be scaring himself.

But what he didn't expect was that he grabbed his two commando team members and lifted him up to the solid wood desk two meters to the left of the safe.

Uncuffed and handcuffed yourself to the table legs.

A minute or two later, a group of people left the office, and Rod was looking at the two Miller brothers who finally left.

A series of crisp explosions came from two meters away.

Rhodes were so scared that he almost pissed his pants.

Then when I looked at Tom and others, my eyes couldn't help but look horrified.

Since plastic explosives can be kneaded and deformed at will, it means that those who know how to do it can calculate the approximate power.

It is not difficult to scare Rhode and explode the safe.

Several agents searched for cash and guns from the safe. When they saw a few bags of flour, everyone suddenly smiled.

With this thing, Rhodes can't get out of it, and no one can leave Rhodes from the "Reading" Bureau.

However, although Rod Jonathan was afraid at this time and scolded Tom and others as madmen, he had plans to surrender and confess his guilt.

Although it is certainly a guilty to possessing flour and unregistered guns in the United States, whether the crime is serious depends on the ability of the lawyer.

If there are not many, it will not be many years.

Unfortunately, Robert had been a policeman for many years, and had been transferred to the "Reading" Bureau for three years.

I have dealt with various criminals a lot, not only have rich experience, but also know how to deal with them.

I also got the lawyer qualification certificate and knew what the accusation that people like Rod Jonathan were most afraid of.

Wearing gloves, I took a book that I took out from the safe and looked through it for a while.

Then he pointed to a pile of 70,000 or 80,000 dollars on the table and said to Rod, "According to the records written in this account book, the net income of this nightclub is roughly 40,000 dollars per month.

And I remember your information shows that the tax paid in recent years has never exceeded US$3,000.

It seems you should have paid a lot of taxes, right?"

fku.

Rod Jonathan's expression changed, and his face stared at Robert Ritchie with an extremely ugly expression. "You have to know that meddling in other people's business and wronging the leader of a force may not be able to bear the consequences of your death note."

As soon as Rod finished his threatening words, Tom Davis took the m416 rifle from William Miller next to him.

A stock hit Rod Jonathan's head.

While Rhodes' head was bleeding instantly, he began to faint.

Moreover, no matter how hard he struggled, his body was always held tightly by the two commando members around him.

The thugs moved slightly and the guns were pressed against their heads, which made them dare not move.

After a while, the dizziness slowly disappeared, and Rhode turned his head toward Tom Davis with difficulty.

But the black hood on Tom's face, let alone seeing what he looks like, he couldn't even see clearly.

He immediately cursed in his heart, these damn cowards.

If he couldn't determine his identity, he could not take revenge. Rhode could only look at Tom's eyes with hatred.

Then a butt stock was printed in his eyes, and another harsh punch was hit on his forehead with a 'bang'.

This time, while Rhode was in great pain, he felt that he couldn't stand up.

But he kept muttering vaguely, "I want to sue you, I must sue you."

"Whatever," Tom Davis said, squinted, "Anyway, I don't have to worry about not having a lawyer to defend me, let alone having no money to hire a lawyer.

And, to be honest, I would rather leave the 'reading' bureau and return to my original job."

Robert and the members of the live fast commando team both understood what Tom meant.

Compared to staying with the big boss Li Changheng, it is really not much attractive to be an agent of the "Reading" Bureau.

Then Tom raised his butt again and actually hit Rhodes in the neck.

"stop."

Robert, who had not yet asked, quickly pulled Tom away, then looked at Rhode who was really scared in his eyes and said, "Man, just let it go if you threaten me."

But these guys are all ruthless people who are killing without blinking, and are not afraid of finding high-paid jobs.

Even, when you drive on the street one day, as long as there is some flour hidden in the car, they will kill you directly.

And, don’t forget that a few hours ago, the Lucas family had more than a dozen hottest members, and there were four core members, but they all killed them.”

Perhaps because Tom hit him in the neck just now, he was frightened by the cruelty of his actions. Rhodes honestly did not refute it again this time.

Instead, he stared at Robert in front of him and asked, "You have destroyed the Lucas family. I am just a small character. What do you want?"

"It's very simple," Robert smiled, "Someone reported to us that you are not only a flour distributor of the Lucas family, but also the mastermind of Denzel Lucas and his wife Allen a few days ago."

Damn old witch.

Rhode thought of Martha Lucas in an instant, and probably the mastermind of the shooting was indeed himself. His eyes flashed, and he argued with guilt, "That matter has nothing to do with me."

Robert shrugged, "We have been staring at Denzel for almost 3 years. When he and his wife were shot, my man was just over ten meters away."

Then Robert issued a license plate number, and Roder immediately showed a panic expression.

The license plate number I just said was indeed true, but before the agent staring at Denzel was able to drive to chase him, the attacking car had already rushed a hundred meters away.
Chapter completed!