In a parking lot not far from downtown Los Angeles, one of Diego Garcia's subordinates was fighting with a sister who was about 35 or 36 years old in the car.
It's really a hand-to-hand combat, not an adjective.
The woman was holding DU Bei's back head and hitting the steering wheel. Of course, the other party could not stand by and took out a tactical straight knife from her waist and stabbed the crazy woman.
The two of them were entangled together. The woman used her arms to block the knife on the backhand, but the other party's experience slid downwards. The sharp blade passed through the woman's thigh, easily slashing the muscles on her pants and thighs.
The woman screamed in silence, but it seemed to be aroused by being ferocated. Her left arm blocked the knife that continued to swing, and her right fist quickly hit the other party's throat. Taking advantage of the moment when DU Bei's breathing was not smooth, she picked up Glock 26 who had fallen on the seat in the battle and smashed it towards the other party's head.
This woman obviously has a lot of fighting experience. She took advantage of the other party's pain to cover her throat, used joint skills to knock off his knife, and then pushed Glock 26 on the other party's chin.
The situation is over, DU Bei with a tattoo on his face looks at the woman in front of him with hatred, and the classic swear words "Fuck you" are expressed.
Then he was hit on his forehead with a butt, "Do you remember me, do you?" The woman's face pulled the trigger while the other party cursed with a comfortable expression.
The bullet hit his chin and passed through the back of his head, leaving a stain of blood and a white tofu-like substance on the car window.
The woman let go of DU Bei's head and let it hit the car door weakly. Then she got out of the passenger seat and was scratched on her leg and staggered a little, but she limped to the cab and opened the door, pulled the body out and threw it into the trunk.
The lights in the city center in the distance are flickering like stars. Under the cover of night, ordinary people cannot realize that anything has happened.
The woman sat in the cab and wiped the blood from the car window with a rag, but the more she wiped it, the more she had to roll the car window.
The car started and drove out of the parking lot, and the news was playing on the radio, "A moment ago, a violent case occurred in the city center, which has killed thirteen people. The police said it was likely to be a revenge between the gangs..."
On the other side, in the haunted house, two old Mos were carrying the DU products out and loading them into the car, and some people were on guard outside.
"The drone has been launched", Sanborn's voice came from the walkie-talkie. The group of those who couldn't sleep were ready to dig Diego Garcia's nest.
It is too obvious to use cars to track them at night. There will be no way to take care of them by hacking into the surveillance system. However, who has made them prepare all the equipment? So their approach is to do it in three ways at the same time.
"Be careful, LAPD may be equipped with drone detection equipment." Smith said on the walkie-talkie as he looked at the picture of the drone.
"receive"
There were not many DU products in that room, only seventy or eighty kilograms. The few old mos moved them very quickly and it was already processed without long.
These people did not stop too much, but drove away directly. It seemed that they had no intention of leading the snake out of the hole.
Smith and others followed from afar. Even though there were cars on the road now, they were still more than 200 meters away from each other. There were drones and Burkhoff in the air to control the surveillance, so they could determine the other party's location at any time.
"Their direction is likely to be downtown, and Car No. 2 goes to stand by on the Boulevard." Smith looked at several routes simulated on the electronic map to make a judgment.
"Received" Curtis agreed. The guy was very excited. He knew that if this ticket was successful, the money for buying a house would be enough.
The tracking plan is proceeding in an orderly manner, and Diego Garcia is also paying attention to the progress of this matter.
He had no intention of sleeping so late. The villa was brightly lit and doubled the guards. The attack in the evening shocked him a little. He had forgotten that he had asked someone to cause trouble first.
There were four cars and fourteen people, thirteen people died and one person disappeared. Diego Garcia didn't think the missing guy ran away, and it was likely that he had been arrested.
Fortunately, that guy was just a low-level person and didn't know too many secrets.
Diego Garcia put down her wine glass and finally decided to call the person who was transporting the goods and reminded him again, "Ector, you must be careful about your surroundings and don't go directly to the factory. I feel that the opponent this time is not easy to deal with."
"Boss, I understand." The middle-level manager of Beibing DU Group has been paying attention to the movements around him. He even asked the driver to circle around in some sections of the road just to see if anyone follows him. However, he never thought that someone directly used military drones to track them. Is this what humans do?
Downtown Los Angeles is home to the largest group of homeless people in the country, with thousands of homeless people strapping tents on both sides of the road, and people who overdose can be seen lying on the ground everywhere.
The complex social situation here and the cheap rental cost have caused many gangsters to put some business here.
Diego Garcia is of course no exception. This is his commodity distribution center. He processes and distributes goods shipped from Mexico in a series of processes and packages, and then hands them over to bulk cargo personnel or other cooperative gangs.
The profits are huge and it is very easy to deal with purity, and the difference is in his own pocket.
A Diego's subordinate was handing a small bag of white powder to a street girl. After taking the money handed over by the other party, he reached out and slapped the other party behind him.
The young lady dared not speak out, but after walking away, she gave him a middle finger. The guy grinned and squeezed the banknotes in his hand and put them in his pocket.
He walked across the street corner to go to the next place. A car suddenly rushed out of the shadow, and the high beam hit his face, making people look white. Of course, he knew that he should avoid it, and even responded in his consciousness, but the problem was that his body did not keep up.
With a bang, the front of the car hit the person's knee directly. The person flew up and hit the windshield and then turned over from the roof. The car suddenly braked the tires and drew a black mark on the ground.
The Mexican was lying on the ground and was consciously cursing the other person in Spanish, and his shoes flew out far away.
There was a sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and the car's reversing light lit up, and it fell back as quickly as possible.
The old Mo widened his eyes and realized that the other party was coming to his life, and he was crawling on the sidewalk with both hands on the ground and crawling madly.
‘Cang’x2, followed by a scream, and the tire rolled over the man’s waist.
The car was parked a few meters away, and a woman staggered out of the cab, with gauze wrapped around her legs still oozing blood.
"You are..." Before he could speak, the woman had already pierced his head with Glock 26, and then ran out of the magazine to stop after tying up his body.
Chapter completed!