The American Scripture

The shooting at the flight school caused a shock at the top. They turned out to be Fan Zhen, a person who has become a hot spot in the entertainment and political circles recently. His network is not many, and he is a top figure. At the scene of the shooting, people repeatedly checked the situation with Zhen Fan, while Maxi testified on the side, and there were cameras in the hangar, which proved that this was a premeditated assassination.

"Mr. Zhen, what I can tell you is that this is a murder case against you, and it is very likely that it was committed by a Russian gang. They are distributed across the country, but they have a very tight organization. How long have we investigated them? But...have never got the evidence to bring them to justice." A police detective said to Zhen Fan, "Sorry, we will send someone to protect you 24 hours a day!"

"Don't think our goal is obvious enough?" Zhen Fan frowned, then looked at the agents around him, sighed, and wanted to say something when the phone rang. When she took it out and looked at it, Sarah called her, and her first sentence made Zhen Fan feel her toughness.

"How do you want to deal with them? Count me!"

Zhen Fan was taken aback, then laughed, and said, "You are an agent, do not intend to do things within the scope of the law? Do you want to break this rule? Or do you not want to do this?"

"Forget it, if you lose it, I will lose it. I'll be a private detective." Sarah snorted, expressing her dissatisfaction with her work. "Say, I can help you, at least I can tell you about them. Where is the headquarters and who else is their leader? Anyway, as long as I know what you want, I will do it for you. If I don’t know, I will find a way to do it for you! I know they can’t form you Threat, but it poses a threat to the women around you!"

This is true. Unless they no longer go out, or live by Zhen Fan forever. Do nothing, but this obviously won't work.

"Okay, transfer the information you know to my phone!" Zhen Fan nodded, "As for those fighting and killing things, you still don't want to participate. I will take care of it!"

"Well, it's up to you, but you remember. I am your backing!" After speaking, Sarah hung up the phone, and then sent all the things she found in the database to Zhen Fan.

Zhen Fan’s cell phone kept beeping, and all the information was sent to Zhen Fan from the Internet. When Zhen Fan opened it, she couldn’t help but nodded. This is similar to what he read from the killer’s mind. The information obtained is basically consistent, but the assassin's qualifications are very low and the information is incomplete. And what Sarah sent was much more complete, including their names, identities in the organization, and the location of their main activities. Of course it is not perfect. At least they have not clearly found evidence of the Russian gang’s massive drug trafficking, human trafficking, organized sales, arms trafficking and other illegal activities.

For those who can't find the evidence, it means they can't take action against these bastards, but this is enough for Zhen Fan. He doesn't need proof, he just needs to prove that these are things they have done or are doing.

"I'm sorry, I caused you trouble!" Zhen Fan got rid of the entanglement of that agent and walked to Maxi. He just finished his confession, "Be careful recently. These people are all coming for me."

"It's okay, maybe it's coming towards me!" Maxi laughed. "I once beat up a Russian **** in the street, and they sent their killer. It must be so, don't worry about me, I have served in the elite army, these people are not my heart." He Joking with Zhen Fan.

Zhen Fan knew it was Maxi's heart for him. He didn't have much, so he patted him on the shoulder, then walked to his car and smiled at him: "If there is something that can't be handled, go Find me, don't be polite with me, you have to be responsible for your wife and daughter, you are not alone now!"

"I know, thank you, Zhen!" Maxi nodded solemnly.

"It won't be long, their good days are over!" Zhen Fan looked at Maxi and smiled, then started the car and left the flight school in a hurry. Along the way, people kept calling, reporters have already heard about the attack here, and the incident is also reported in the TV news.

"It's okay, nothing, stay at home with peace of mind. I will be back soon!" Zhen Fan answered the call to everyone like this, and he must do something to make those who worry about him feel at ease.

Sokolov has been in prison recently, because the place where he committed the crime belongs to the border of California and Nevada, so after he was finally found guilty, he was transferred to a state prison in California. One is in a desert dozens of miles outside of California, and is relatively close to Nevada.

The television in the prison showed the scene of Zhen Fan being attacked at the flight school. Sokolov pointed at the figure of Zhen Fan on the TV, made a shooting motion with his fingers, and made "pop" and "pop" sounds in his mouth. Not just him, but all the Russian gangsters who were arrested because of Lucy Yuhai's case.

They are all talking about this happily. Even in prison, after these people are in a group, they are the bosses, and no one dares to provoke them. Shooting incidents on TV are made by such a person, and shooting with submachine guns so arrogantly is tantamount to a terrorist attack. This is beyond the scope of what the gang should do.

Such a group of terrorists are still terrorists in the prison, so no one in the prison dares to provoke them, so they naturally enjoy the privilege of being the boss in the prison.

"Sooner or later he will die, now soon!" Sokolov was lying on the bed. In the night, what he liked most was being imprisoned with himself, and the man who was still his boss said this. He was originally considered to be a betrayer of the gang, but now this group of Russians also understand that it is just the infernal affairs played by the police, so they still choose to believe in themselves, they think the Russians will not surrender .

"I know, since the organization has started. There is no time to stop halfway!" The boss sighed, "It would be nice if we could get out! We can learn about this **** by ourselves. By the way...how did the headquarters find this out? Zhen this bastard?"

"It might be because of that little girl!" Sokolov snorted. "He was to get that little girl. What a fool. What a **** who should go to hell!"

"You are also a bastard, Sokolov. Although we believe you are innocent, the people in the headquarters shouldn't believe it!" The boss knew that sometimes Sokolov should be beaten.

"Boss, you know, I was wanted and put together by them!" Sokolov said in frustration. He often does things in front of the boss now.

"Damn police!" The boss cursed, and stopped speaking. Sokolov did not dare to speak out. He can show himself in front of other people. But in front of the boss, he still didn't dare to say a little more. Although knowing how to clean up after going out?

The night in Los Angeles is full of brilliance. This is one of the largest cities in the world. Its night can be said to be brightly lit and very beautiful. But in the huge conference room on the top floor of a building, a sturdy middle-aged man with blond hair in his forties and fifties in a suit was throwing a teacup on the floor angrily.

In front of him, there are about thirty people, and they are all silent in front of this guy. Head down, dare not say a word. Listening to this guy roaring in the conference room: "A top killer, two elites from the special forces. Even a Chinese can't handle it, trash!"

His words were like a cold wind blowing over, making these people shudder. They subconsciously hurriedly lowered their heads down even more. The atmosphere dare not come out.

However, it was indeed a blast of cold wind blowing over. This group of people including the strong man standing at the front knew it. They knew that the wind was blowing in from the door. So this means that the door of the originally closed conference room has been opened. Why did the door that had been closed well open?

"You, go take a look!" The middle-aged man frowned and pointed at a guy in front of him casually.

The guy nodded quickly. He drew a pistol from his waist and slowly approached the door. It can be seen from the street lights outside that there is no one at all. So he turned around and shook his head at the middle-aged man, and said: "Boss...no one, no one has seen anything, it should be the wind!"

"Go out and have a look!" The middle-aged man glared at the guy.

The man hurriedly leaned out, then walked a few steps in the corridor, turned his head, and smiled at the middle-aged man: "Boss, there is really no one! I can't even see a ghost shadow... Uh... Uh—" Suddenly there was a weird "grunt" sound from his throat. He wanted to speak, but he was horrified to find that his voice could only make "er" and "er" sounds, and then there was a burst of sound from his neck. Shares of blood.

"Close the door--" The middle-aged man suddenly turned over~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and fell under the oval conference table, shouting loudly at the men who were looking for shelter everywhere.

But no one dared to step forward. The middle man suddenly glanced at the two guys hiding beside him, and shouted in a low voice: "Go, close the door quickly!" He raised his pistol at them.

The two guys looked at each other, then squeezed the pistols in their hands, held them tightly, took a breath, and rushed forward. Their goal was the door. While rushing, while firing pistols indiscriminately, although there is nothing in front, let alone who hits, but this can be bold, isn't it?

As soon as they rushed to the door, these two guys suddenly seemed to be fixed there, motionless. The anxious middle-aged man kept shouting angrily: "What are you doing? Bastard, **** bastard, close the **** door!"

As soon as his words fell, the door seemed to have heard his call. Suddenly, it closed automatically, making a loud "bang", and suddenly the hearts of everyone in the room stopped. At this moment, the two people slowly softened to the ground, and their throats seemed to be pierced with blood, gurgling. (To be continued) R580

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