"I'm in a hurry! Little Lori has something wrong with him!" Sinaloa shouted.
"He knows that he will help, I promise! But you should go to do what you should do now, instead of looking for it in the presence of so many reporters!" Old Mike was almost confused, rarely speaking so fast.
"Oh, Barron said that Little Lori betrayed me..." Sinaloa suddenly cried on the spot and wiped his face with the cuffs of the mink coat.
Old Mike rolled his eyes, "Then you go to Barron first, okay? Let Barron be the middleman and contact APLUS."
"Well... I'm sorry, Old Joe is gone, otherwise I won't come here to disturb him."
Sinaloa walked into the car uncomfortably, and looked back at the illuminated manor house one step at a time, "He promised that I could come to him anytime, he said..."
Old Mike watched him and his men drove away, looking at the direction of the abandoned vehicle treatment plant on the outskirts of the city, and said to the other bodyguards: "I'm not at ease. Let's take a look. You and the boss will tell you." He replied. Going to the garage, stuffing the hidden sniper rifle into the trunk of Chrysler's Fifth Avenue, drove out, deliberately chose the opposite direction and drove onto the main road.
On the other side of the road, it was parked far in a dark green cheap notebook car at the end of the media convoy.
"That mink boy...how did I always feel like I've seen it somewhere?"
There were three black people sitting in the car, driving in their twenties, dressed in hip-hop, and frowned and said, "Yes, I must have seen it somewhere."
"Maybe it's APLUS's predecessor, it seems to be kicked by APLUS? Haha, it's sad enough..."
The comrade in the car laughed.
The driver suddenly woke up, "Yes, voice! I remembered it, I remember this voice, the GD gunman who shouted TheGangsterDisciples at the nightclub in Harlem, he was right!"
"Come on, the bragging father just wants us to stare at APLUS, don't add to yourself." Another accomplice didn't believe it, "And how could APLUS send someone to shoot Sugnet, he just ignores it now. Other people’s DISS."
"I won't forget this voice forever?"
The driver tugged at his earlobe, "I'm the one who wants to post, and the bragging father promised to help me debut if I catch the evidence of APLUS's trouble. Although my ears are not as sensitive as his, they are more trash It’s still a lot stronger. I was standing very close to the gunman at the time. The voice of TheGangsterDisciples I will never forget in my life, and I vaguely heard him mentioned Little Lori just now."
"What should I do?" the two accomplices looked at each other and asked, "I'll go to the public phone and report to the bragging father?"
"Let’s follow it first. There are not many forks in the rich area here, maybe we can catch up." The driver started the car and drove in the direction where the Sinaloa car left. "Maybe I can really make a famous brother. Guys, we will buy a mobile phone alone..."
He slammed on the accelerator in excitement, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and pulling the pistol from his waist with the other. "It's time for Chicagoans to see how Harlem in New York is!"
In the outskirts of the city at this time, in the only simple office board room in the waste car treatment plant, Barron touched the bulletproof vest under his coat and stared at the dark entrance extremely nervously.
"Don't worry, Sinaloa won't run away after coming in, hehe..."
Fully armed and carrying an automatic rifle, Vic patted his shoulder carelessly, "You will not be in danger."
"Wait for the teams to act cleanly. The criminal has strong firepower." In the board room, the sergeant of Vic's police station was coordinating actions through the police walkie-talkie, while the chief of the Chicago Police Department held his hands, and Assistants and some senior police officers watched quietly.
"Who is behind!?" Suddenly the police officer's questioning came from the intercom, and then he reported: "Report, report, the Attorney of the Chalz State is here, and the Cook County Special Police Team...at the third entrance, He wants to talk to you Mr. Chief over."
"WTF?"
Vic froze.
"Childs, your actions are likely to undermine our actions tonight!" The chief of the Chicago Police Department grabbed the intercom and shouted.
"To deal with criminals who like to use UZI, but you don't notify the special police team? Let's let it go, it's almost two o'clock~www.mtlnovel.com~ The voice of Childs came from the intercom.
"Fxxk! He wants to take credit, this guy who is about to ‘get off work’ wants to take credit for us!" Vic yelled.
"Shut up, Vic." The director replied helplessly: "Let them in over."
Childs quickly opened the door of the board room. The special police officers armed to the teeth he had brought outside had begun to disperse, hiding in various corners of the factory. "The special police team is in place, and the special police team is in place. No target vehicle has been found over."
"You will be bad, you will be the child of our business!" Vic glared at him, hitting him with a beer belly, and complained to the chief: "We can do it! No need for those waste special police!"
"Maybe,'Your business'..."
Childs glanced at him contemptuously. There was something in the words, "Attention to each group, attention to each group, priority is not to use force to subdue the target person, if there is an exchange of fire, try to aim at the non-critical parts, I want to live, repeat it, I To live. Over!"
"Received, over."
"Attention, attention! There are cars approaching, two cars, over."
The sheriff had to order: "The teams are ready to act over."
Vic ran outside to look at the boardroom. The beams of light from the two car lights traveled far in the night, and the speed of approach was not low. He turned his head just to meet Barron’s horrified eyes, and quietly threw it to comfort him. His eyes, and then he didn't go back at all, scratching his bald head, and found the men of the stormtrooper who had shrunk outside in the shadows.
"What to do?" the subordinate asked in a low voice, "Do you have money to live?"
"Nonsense, of course not."
"that……"
"Fxxk!" Vic depressively smashed the squashed scrapped car with his fist, gritted his teeth and said: "There is always a way, come with me..."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 602: Crossfire
In fact, there are more than two cars on the road.
"Find a cover and step aside. It's very close to the waste car treatment plant. The two cars behind may be suspects. No one comes to this place at night. Don't turn off the fire."
The FBI car did not turn on the headlights at all. The captain was very experienced and found two high-beam dogs catching up on the road behind. He immediately ordered the driver to slip the car off the shoulder and wait behind a large billboard.
"Who is behind? APLUS?"
Sinaloa also spotted the car behind him, leaned out half of his body from the passenger seat window, cried and laughed with joy, "Hey! Good brother! I knew you would come! My M-Fxxk knew you were not there. Kind of people! Oh oh oh..." Then kept tapping the roof, "Stop, stop!"
"Should you not go to the processing plant and meet Barron?" the subordinate asked.
"Stop! I want to talk to APLUS brothers first." He yelled to the driver while sitting back in the car.
"Okay, okay." The driver pulled over and stopped.
Sinaloa rushed out of the car excitedly and ran in the middle of the right lane. While jumping, he waved his hands like a child to the car behind, "I'm here! APLUS brother!" he shouted.
"Boy Mink, he found us..."
The dark green notebook car was the fastest. When they saw Sinaloa in the middle of the road ahead, they were already very close. The driver subconsciously slammed on the brakes and stopped more than 20 meters away from the opponent.