,

"Fuck them to death!"

Eva is the kind of person who becomes more and more excited as she kills.

He roared in Russian while stomping on the accelerator wildly.

The only car in the entire fleet without a windshield was spitting out flames. Eva and the brothers in the co-pilot tore everything in front of them and then knocked them away.

After shooting the ammunition in their hands, they handed the gun backwards, and the brothers in the back row immediately replaced them with new guns.

If anyone can see the car, they will be shocked by the dense magazines on the back seat.

As for the other brothers, they are not good at it.

They were erecting on the Siberian grasslands, using sharp tactics to move forward wildly, and then move forward again, but they were not leaking the protection of the flanks.

No matter which idiot wants to attack from a corner, he will be immediately killed by three or four bullets!

The human body is fragile. After a rifle bullet hits the arm or leg at close range, the huge pain transmitted from the nerve alone is enough to destroy a person's will.

Only a brave guy like Eva was hit by a stray bullet on the shoulder, he actually screamed happily.

It's just as sick.

His brothers all collapsed when they saw this, let alone the novices in front of them.

Three minutes later, the Colombians outside began to cry and beg for mercy and run for life.

Soroso's face also turned pale, and this guy hadn't figured out the situation yet.

He actually said to Wells: "Take me out, take me out quickly. You are policemen, they dare not kill you, you must protect me."

"Okay sir. Let's go quickly. Do you need something to bring?" Wells asked.

After Soroso grabbed a briefcase and stuffed some things in the drawer, he said, "There is a back door here, we..."

Peng! Wells suddenly shot him at the foot, and Soroso was shocked.

But he quickly realized that he was going to touch the gun. At this time, the three brothers of Wells went up and held him down. Soroso roared: "You are not Muffett's man! Are you crazy? What benefits did the New Yorkers give you? Let me go, I can give you..."

He stopped talking because a check of ten thousand dollars blinded his dog's eyes.

He doesn't have that much money on his own!

Footsteps sounded, and Marcheno, who was protected by Belarus, walked into his office.

At this time, it was less than five minutes before the first gunshot passed!

He pointed at the phone and ordered him: "If you want to survive, ask Murphy to meet alone. I want him to be mine, and then I swear I will let you go back to my hometown."

“…”

"Tell him immediately that we have begun to take revenge. You have now hidden. Then you ask him to meet at the secret place you often meet. Hurry!" Marcheno said, pushing his gun between his legs.

Soroso was timid: "I'll hit, I'll hit."

The gunshots of the clearing outside were still continuous. It was the three of Belarus who were calmly refusing all the living.

Since they were fighting back, they would use any means to leave no room for anything!

Under the threat of the gun, Soroso quickly became tactful and said in panic with Murfit: "Murfit, the New Romans have driven fifty cars, and my people may not be able to withstand it."

Murphyt on the other end of the phone was shocked: "Where are so many people coming from them? So how is the situation over Rodriguez?"

He had previously transferred the space he had given to the Mexicans to operate. He thought the Mexicans had settled in the construction site in New Rome, but now he got this news.

Soroso was very involved and said, "I don't know yet, but I don't feel good."

"Damn it, I'll send someone here right now."

"Okay, the other party is getting closer and closer. I'll leave first. We will meet in the old place tonight!"

Murfit answered happily, and he said, "Okay."

At this time, the gunshot seemed to be getting closer and Soroso hung up the phone.

Then he looked at Marcheno with a pale face: "You promised me."

"Yes, I keep my word. When he is convinced to cooperate, I will let you go."

Marcheno talked about his promise that he could never be fulfilled, so he was ready to take him out of here.

But before leaving Wells suddenly called him, he handed him the check and said, "Malcheno, I am a person of sensibility. This price is too high and will dilute our friendship."

"No, I won't take it back." Malcheno insisted.

"So that's it." Wells tore the check apart, and he smiled, "You will always owe us a favor."

Marcheno was stunned and laughed: "Okay, I'll wait for my police call in the duty room tonight. As for how to deal with Murfit when I go back now, I believe you have enough wisdom."

"How about I give him a testimony that you didn't show up here?" Wells's ideas one by one.

More than ten minutes later, the police station in the old town of Las Vega rushed to the distant scene.

But there were no one on the scene, except for the scattered corpses and a large number of shell shells.

There were mottled blood on building materials such as house sheds that were smashed by cars.

Finally, Murphyt, who arrived, looked at the scene that only appeared in the war. He suppressed the panic in his heart and ran to the building himself. The building was clean and there was no trace of fighting.

"It seems that Soroso ran away." He thought to himself.

Then he asked his subordinates with a gloomy face: "Have you found the witness?"

Let’s not talk about Las Vegas at this moment being a barren land.

There are no shops or streets, only construction sites or large deserts.

And the gang affairs are gangs.

So there are no witnesses here. Even if there are, they have already run far away and are unwilling to cooperate with the police.

Because the police cannot guarantee that they will not be retaliated.

Fifty New Yorkers, cars, hundreds of people and guns, actually directly took off the Colombian stronghold. Under the deterrence of this force, the remaining elements came out to testify only after they were broken.

Therefore, there is no evidence to prove that this matter is related to New Yorkers.

But Murfit decided to hit New Yorkers.

He has a police uniform and is the director here. He thinks he can make the Victor family more tactful.

But Wells rushed over quickly, and the courageous guy came to the scene he had just left. He told Murphy: "Sir, the New Yorkers have caught the murderer who killed their workers."

"How did you know?"

"My brother and I happened to see some fighting there when we turned around after we passed. After we saw a large number of Mexicans being chased by hundreds of New Yorkers in black cars. Then I learned that the Mexicans ran to their construction site today and blackmailed them $10,000!"

Murfit blurted out when he heard this: "Is Rodriguez crazy?"

The police around were stunned, and Wells asked in wonder: "Do you know the name of the murderer?"
Chapter completed!