American Legendary Life

Los Angeles, 42 blocks.

Behind the fence gate on the street corner is full of hustle and bustle of cheers and music, this is a bar under the control of the bulls.

"Hey guys, I have to go, the sweetheart is still waiting for me." Putting down the cigarette rod in his hand, the feeling of fluttering made Beka excited.

"The **** luck guy, hope you are drowned in Farina's water." Someone looked at him enviously.

"Hah, that must be the happiest thing in the world." Farina, who is protruding and leaning back, is the most famous prostitute nearby.

Her figure is hotter than Hollywood's "blonde stunner". Since she tasted her taste, Beka has fallen in love with her and her performance on the bed.

"You have lived there for three consecutive nights, I guess you will be bankrupted by that Bi Chi." said the black man who left with Beka.

"Man, this is impossible." Beka smiled and looked around funnyly, the ultimate pleasure from the brain as if climbing to heaven.

"Tell you, I made a lot of money, that's the amount you can't imagine." Mysteriously finished talking in the ear of his companion, Beka swayed and walked across the street.

"A lot of money? What are you talking about?" the companion standing by the road asked.

"I'm a ten thousand yuan now, ten thousand yuan--" Beka turned back and flaunted excitedly, and then her body was suddenly hit by a black shadow into the air.

Boom, bang!

Seeing Beka's body spinning like a gyro in the air, and then landing on the left face, the body pressed backwards from the neck, and the sound of a broken neck was particularly clear at night.

And the car that crashed him into the sky without turning on the lights had long disappeared at the corner of the street.

"God, God, this, brother, oh my God." The black companion held his head inconceivably and hurried to Beka.

"Hey, brother, hold on, you will be fine, hey, listen to me, don't die, you have to **** me to tell me first, where did you put the money?"

Grabbing his mouth full of blood, Beka, who had turned her pupils, shook his head hard, and found that his head was hanging behind him, and the black man groped him still on the ground.

When a stack of change and a key were found in Bekaa's pocket, a smile of surprise appeared on his face, and after looking around, he quickly disappeared into the street.

Soon after, a passing homeless man discovered the twisted corpse, after confirming that the surroundings were human.

He skilfully skimmed all the clothes on the other side and ran away quickly.

...

"Dead?" Li Zitao was annoyed when he got the news. His movements were fast enough, but he didn't expect the other party to be faster than him.

"What about the Hunter Director?" Li Zitao's premonition was a bit unpleasant. Will the other party kill Hunter too?

If you want the police to cooperate, stop the S.H.I.E.L.D. special guards, and let the killer get away, this is not something a small gang can do.

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

Asking his deputy and secretary, I only knew that Hunt said he was going out, and then he never saw him back again.

"Our people have been to his house, and his wife is gone. If it wasn't to be extinguished, it would be to leave Los Angeles. Maybe he is no longer in America."

Click, click--

With his fingers tapping on the table, Li Zitao is learning to control his anger.

"BOSS, there is one more thing." Hans stared at him with a halt.

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

"Tia was shot in Colombia." Before Hans finished, he saw Li Zitao's finger knocking a hole on the table.

"--She was not injured, our people have escorted her away from the sea." Hans said quickly.

"Why?" Just to see my grandfather, how could he be shot?

"Her grandfather is a member of the Columbia Washing Powder Group and has a high status!" Speaking of this, Hans' expression was also strange.

Who would have thought of graduating from a prestigious university, whose parents are Tia, an education practitioner, and a grandfather of drug trafficking.

Moreover, according to the information transmitted, he has a very high status within the group, and may even have a lot of intelligence.

So when he promised Tia to return to the United States for retirement, he was assassinated and cleaned up within the group.

People in the rivers and lakes, unable to help themselves, know too much, how can they retreat all over the body.

"Can you still find clues?" Knowing that Tia was fine, Li Zitao turned his attention back to the matter of Los Angeles.

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

"I should think of the waste that is not reliable." For the police of this era, Li Zitao was really powerless to vomit.

If the police were too wasteful, even a murderer and robber could not be found, and the FBI would not be born.

The original FBI was to track down murderous murderers and theft of jewelry.

As for the police, they would only hide far away and shoot two shots in the direction of the target without looking up ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Wait for the other party to run away and then clean up the mess.

"Continue to trace the whereabouts of the killers, and in the name of Her Royal Highness and I, protest against Washington, we are skeptical of the stability of the United States,

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

...

District of Columbia, Washington.

The beloved Mr. President hung up and looked at the Vice President in front of him, Nick Brandi, and his Director of Federal Investigation, Edgar Hoover.

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

boom.

Palms were clapped heavily on the table. The president’s security adviser opened the door and hurriedly closed the door. The president’s bluish face let him know that it’s best not to disturb him.

"Since I became president, how many times have such things happened, the Chicago incident has just ended, followed by Kennedy Manor in Houston,

Now in Los Angeles, there are 6 people who died at Kendy Manor, Edgar, do you have anything to tell me? "

"No, Your Excellency the President." Edgar Hoover responded with a black face.

"So what are you doing sitting here? Wait for me to make a cup of coffee for you, and then bring the lunch to you in person?"

Hearing the President's ironic roar, Edgar Hoover hurriedly got up and walked out at a heavy pace.

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

"I'm here, Mr. President." Nick behaved easily, even gloating.

Edgar Hoover has embarrassed him in front of outsiders many times since he became the Director of the Bureau of Investigation. Now he can see his disgraced appearance, "What a pleasant day."