A Certain Marvel Super Player

In an instant.

The entire Hell's Kitchen seemed to have woken up from a state of ignorance, and they all turned their eyes to the direction from which the loud gunshots came from.

As for outside of Hell's Kitchen?

what to do.

after all…

Hell's Kitchen? It's not weird if there are gunshots. Every day there is no gunshots. That's weird.

As we all know, in New York, if you are a serious person and want to find a job, even if you have a house in Hell's Kitchen, the effect is not as good as if you are a homeless person.

Hell's Kitchen is not a place for people, no, it is not a place where normal people should stay. Most of the people who make up Hell's Kitchen are illegal immigrants from all over the world, because of some inexplicable relationships, although Hell's Kitchen is a Such a state, however, no one is going to change Hell's Kitchen.

All they can do is control the hell's kitchen to be a hell's kitchen so that it doesn't spread out.

In the warehouse of the Gucci family, the exchange of fire was fierce.

but…

The senior police superintendent of the New York Police Department, George Stacy, came prepared, and again, once the law enforcement agencies get serious, any illegal organization will kneel.

The Gucci family is no exception this time.

In the face of the advance of the explosion-proof armored vehicle of the New York Police Department, in an instant, the warehouse was blood-stained. In less than ten minutes of the exchange of fire, the Gucci family had been beaten to pieces. Looking at the corpses everywhere, they turned around and tried to escape. .

A pity to escape a loneliness.

Again, George came prepared this time. After collecting enough strong evidence, George did not intend to delay the game at all.

soon.

The dozen or so younger brothers remaining in the Gucci family were all handcuffed, and just a few dishonest guys who were handcuffed were directly killed by the special police who could be regarded as murderers without blinking an eye.

A group of illegal immigrants are not even citizens. Since they are not citizens, it is impossible for them to have any psychological barriers.

soon.

"Sir."

"Ok."

George walked into the warehouse and looked at the corpse of a young man in front of him, as well as the documents from the forty-seventh precinct searched from the corpse of the dead young man: "What's going on?"

The Secret Service looked at the head of the forty-seventh sub-bureau who had come here not long ago to cooperate with them.

The sub-commander looked at George with a heartache: "I didn't expect him to be such a person. Sorry, Senior Superintendent Stacy, I don't know anyone. I really didn't expect that there would be so many worms in the bureau."

If you don't die, I will die.

The sub-commander Yu Guang glanced at the dead police officer's body on the floor, and said something in his heart.

George stared blankly at the branch chief.

The head of the branch was heartbroken, and his expression was very accurate. Looking at it, it was just like the real thing.

The forty-seventh precinct was rotten from top to bottom.

George is well aware of this, but still, because of some unspeakable rules, there is no way without evidence, especially when dealing with his own people.

"Scumbag!"

"…"

The branch chief was stunned for a moment when he heard George's words, and then, looking at George who turned and left after saying these words, he didn't quite understand. Just now, George said this to the dead police officer, Still talking to him.

"Gordon."

"Superintendent."

After George walked out of the warehouse, he looked at the internal police detective who had arrived here with the Secret Service Captain: "Have you caught it?"

Gordon, who looked to be only about thirty years old, nodded: "Seven people have tipped off the Gucci family, and they have all been arrested."

George nodded, turned his head and glanced at the branch chief who came out behind, and looked at Gordon: "You superintendent told me, do you want to come to me?"

Gordon nodded.

Although the internal affairs are also aimed at crimes, they are committed against their own people. Moreover, the reputation is not very good. Gordon wants to come to the front line.

George was silent for a while, then nodded.

In the next month, his position will be changed again, and at that time, the forty-seventh bureau can be regarded as his jurisdiction, and he does not want to see that within his jurisdiction, there is a The dark conspiracy of the precinct.

Therefore, he used this action to cleanse the 47th precinct in advance. As for Gordon, George did not express anything on the spot. After all, he will have the right to wait until next month.

Gordon wasn't disappointed when he looked at George who didn't express himself.

after all…

No statement, in fact, is the best statement.

This is enough.

George walked towards Kerry DeWolfe, who was calling over there: "How about Gucci's place?"

This time, the FBI was involved.

To be precise.

The FBI is responsible for arresting the Gucci family. After all, in this operation, the evidence that can break down the Gucci family's crime in Hell's Kitchen is the most important thing.

If someone is arrested, but the evidence is gone, the arrest is still in vain.

"Do not worry."

Klee DeWolfe put down the phone: "You've seen Booth, haven't you assured Booth?"

Healy Booth.

The FBI, the investigative agent at the headquarters of Quantico, was also a sense of justice agent who was specially invited by Klee DeWolfe from Washington for this operation.

after all…

Compared to Quantico headquarters, Klee DeWolfe does not trust the FBI in New York much more, and there are rumors that the FBI director is privately close friends with Kim.

after awhile.

Just when Beckett led the team to find a string of ledgers from the warehouse, and by the way, also found a group of Western European girls in the basement of the warehouse who had just arrived this morning and had not had time to sell, the phone rang.

"Ok."

"okay, I get it."

"marvelous."

Klee DeWolfe hung up the phone, looked at George and Beckett who were looking at her, was silent for a while, and then nodded: "I got it."

"Pretty!"

"Very good."

George and Beckett glanced at each other, and the last worry disappeared, and joy emerged.

"stop!"

"Sir!"

George and the others turned around and looked at them. At the gate of the blocked warehouse, there was a man who looked like a gorilla wearing a human suit. Even his head seemed to be made of muscles. His height was a little exaggerated. It seemed to be two meters long, like a hill. The same man appeared at the gate of the warehouse with the two of them.

Gold and!

George and Beckett and Clea DeWolfe glanced at each other.

This hill-like bald man who appeared was their ultimate goal, Jin Bing, the so-called New York City gangster emperor.

"Golden Bian!"

"Senior Superintendent Stacy."

Kim also looked at George and Beckett and DeWolfe walking from the warehouse, and said, "Senior Detective Kate Beckett, Superintendent Kerry DeWolfe, I'm not wrong."

"What, Jin Bing, does the warehouse behind you have your goods?"

"no."

Jin Bing laughed and looked at George with a smile: "I was in the office just now, and I heard someone under my command tell me that someone is holding my port for illegal transactions. I'm here to thank you."

"Oh."

"Thank you for catching these **** bastards."

Jin Bing said so, with a sincere face, and moved towards George: "Thank you."

Beckett raised his eyebrows and shook his head covertly at George.

George glanced at Beckett and laughed, then, looking at Jin Ning, who was a head taller than him, he directly reached out and held Jin Ning's right hand.

If you have one, you will crush Lao Tzu's hand.

George thought so.

but…

Jin Bing's strength was very light. It seemed that, just like what he had just said, he was here to thank George. After shaking hands with George, he took out a business card of his own: "Mr. Stacy, my port, also There are other warehouses, do you need them, do you check them out? I am a serious businessman, and if there is anything I can cooperate with the police station, I will do my best to cooperate."

George withdrew his right hand: "Forget it today, no other search warrants."

"Yes."

Jin Bing was stunned for a moment and sighed: "That's a pity."

George smiled and said, "I don't feel sorry. Starting from next month, the forty-seventh sub-bureau will be under my control. As for some of the crimes complained by the public, perhaps, I will often come over to chat with Mr. Jin Bing."

Jin Bing smiled and said, "Certainly, Mr. Stacy will come over when the time comes. Be sure to inform me that I am free at any time."

Done.

Jin didn't say anything. He turned around, took Bullseye and the others next to him, turned around, and got into the black, lengthened and widened specially customized Lincoln sedan.

George looked at the vanishing Lincoln Bridge car, withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked at the police officers and special police officers in front of him: "Keep working."

On the Lincoln sedan heading back towards Kim and Manor.

"Ma Gucci was arrested, led by the FBI, but I heard that he was transferred directly from Quantico, a senior agent named Healy Booth."

"Pity."

"want…"

The professional killer sitting in the co-pilot, or, at the moment, the professional killer who is more like Jin and Bullseye turned his head to look at Jin who was sitting in the back, shook the champagne in his hand and made a cut-throat gesture.

Jinbing looked at Bullseye: "Didn't you hear what he just said, he's coming over next month."

Bullseye nodded.

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but…

Jin Bing changed the conversation: "However, it's good to say hello. After all, he stopped the 30 million goods I wanted without even saying hello."

Although there is no evidence, in the warehouse of the Gucci family, there are 30 million worth of goods that he arrived this morning.

Bullseye's eyes lit up: "How to say hello."

Jin Bing looked at a photo refreshed on his mobile phone, turned the mobile phone, and pointed the screen at Bullseye: "She, but don't kill her, just say hello."

Bullseye stared at the picture of Gwen displayed on the screen and licked his lips.

"good!"

"clear."

"…"

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