Los Angeles, 42nd Street.

Loud cheers and music filled the street behind the fence gate, which was a bar controlled by the Bull Gang.

"Hey guys, I have to go, my lovely sweetheart is still waiting for me." Putting down the cigarette rod in his hand, the ecstasy feeling kept Beca excited.

"You lucky guy, I hope you drown in Felina's waters." Someone looked at him enviously and said.

"Ha, that must be the happiest thing in the world." Felina, with her bulging front and back, is the most famous prostitute in the neighborhood.

Her figure is even hotter than Hollywood's 'blonde stunner', and ever since she tasted her, Beca has fallen in love with her and her performance in bed.

"You have stayed there for three consecutive nights. I guess you will be bankrupted by that Bitchi." said the black man who left with Becca.

"Man, this is impossible." Beca looked around with a funny smile, and the ultimate pleasure from her brain was like climbing to heaven.

"Let me tell you, I made a lot of money, an amount you can't imagine." After mysteriously speaking in the ear of her companion, Beka walked to the other side of the street with swaying steps.

"A large amount of money? What are you talking about?" asked the companion standing by the road with his hands spread out.

"I am now a householder with ten thousand yuan, ten thousand yuan," Beka turned around excitedly to show off, and then her body was suddenly hit by a black shadow and flew into the air.

Boom, boom!

Watching Beka's body spinning in mid-air like a top, then landing on her left face, her body pressed against her neck in the opposite direction, and the sound of her neck breaking was particularly clear in the night.

And the car that knocked him into the sky without even turning on its headlights had already disappeared around the corner of the street.

"God, God, this, brother, oh, my God." The black companion held his head in disbelief, and hurriedly rushed to Beka's side.

"Hey bro, hang in there, you're going to be fine, hey, listen to me, don't die, you gotta tell me first where you fucking put your money?"

Beka grabbed hold of his mouth full of blood and his pupils turned up and shook it vigorously. He found that his head was hanging behind his back, and the black man was still on the ground, groping for himself.

When he found a wad of change and a key from Beka's pocket, a surprise smile appeared on his face, he looked around and then quickly disappeared into the street.

Not long after, a passing homeless man discovered the twisted body and after confirming that the surrounding people were human.

He skillfully took off all the clothes on the other party's body, hugged him and ran away quickly.

…

"Dead?" Li Zitao was a little annoyed after receiving the news. He had already moved quickly enough, but he didn't expect the other party to be faster than him.

"Where's Director Hunter?" Li Zitao had a bad premonition in his heart, whether the other party would kill Hunter as well.

If you want the police to cooperate, stop the SHIELD agents, and let the killer escape, this is not something that a member of a small gang can do.

Li Zitao sent someone to entertain Chief Hunter of the Los Angeles Police Department, but the news he received was that he had not come to work for two days.

Asking his deputy and secretary, they only learned that Hunter said he was going out for a trip, and then he never came back.

"Our people have been to his home and his wife has also disappeared. If she was not silenced, she left Los Angeles and may not be in the United States now."

Ta-ta, tap-ta

Tapping his fingers on the table, Li Zitao was learning to control his anger.

"Boss, there's one more thing." Hans looked at him hesitantly.

"Say." Li Zitao took a deep breath, already expecting bad news.

"Tia was shot in Colombia." Before Hans could finish speaking, he saw Li Zitao's fingers making a hole on the table.

"She was not injured. Our people have escorted her away from the sea." Hans said hurriedly.

"Why?" How could he be shot when he just went to see his grandfather?

"Her grandfather was a member of the Colombian laundry detergent group and had a very high status!" Hans also had a strange expression when talking about this matter.

Who would have thought that Tia, who graduated from a prestigious university and whose parents were educators, would have a drug-dealing grandfather.

Moreover, according to the news coming back, he has a very high status within the group and may even have a large amount of information.

That's why when he promised Tia to return to the United States for retirement, he was assassinated and purged within the group.

When people are in the arena, they can't help themselves. They know too much, so how can they escape unscathed?

"Can we still find clues?" Knowing that Tia was fine, Li Zitao turned his attention back to things in Los Angeles.

Hans shook his head and said: "There is news from Europe that the killer who disguised himself as a train robber committed suicide in prison."

"I should have thought of those losers who are unreliable." Li Zitao really couldn't complain about the police of this era.

If the police weren't so useless and couldn't even find a murderer or a robber, the FBI wouldn't have been born.

The original FBI was designed to track down brutal murderers and jewelry thefts.

As for the police, they would just hide far away, fire two shots in the direction of the target without raising their heads, and then come back to clean up the mess after the other party ran away.

"Continue to track down the whereabouts of those killers, and in the name of Her Royal Highness and I, we will protest against Washington. We are skeptical of the stability of the United States.

Since the other side wants to use political power, then use politics to fight back."

…

District of Columbia, Washington.

The dear Mr. President hung up the phone and looked at the Vice President in front of him, Nick Blandy, and his FBI Director, Edgar Hoover.

"This is the eleventh phone call I received this morning. The Queen of the Netherlands expressed strong protest and dissatisfaction with what happened to Princess Adelaide."

boom.

Slapping his palms heavily on the table, the president's security adviser pushed open the door and hurriedly closed the door. The president's blue face told him that it was best not to disturb him.

"How many times has this happened since I became president? The Chicago incident just ended, and behind it was the Kendi Estate in Houston,

Now in Los Angeles, there are also 6 people who died in Kendi Manor, Edgar, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"No, Mr. President." Edgar Hoover responded with a dark face.

"Then what are you doing sitting here? Waiting for me to make you a cup of coffee and then bring lunch to you myself?"

Hearing the president's sarcastic roar, Edgar Hoover hurriedly stood up and walked out with heavy steps.

"Nick!" The president put his hands on his hips and turned his back to Nick Brandy.

"I'm here, Mr. President." Nick acted very relaxed, even a little gloating.
Chapter completed!