In a parking lot not far from downtown Los Angeles, one of Diego Garcia's men was fighting hand-to-hand with a sister who was about thirty-five or sixty years old in the car.
It's really a physical fight, not an adjective.
This woman was holding DU Beifan's head and slamming it against the steering wheel. Of course, the other party couldn't just sit back and die, so he took out a tactical straight knife from his waist and stabbed the crazy woman.
The two people were entangled together. The woman used her arm to block the knife on the DU babe's backhand, but the opponent's experienced backhand slid down, and the sharp blade scratched across the woman's thigh, easily cutting through her pants.
and thigh muscles.
The woman let out a muffled scream, but seemed to be aroused with ferocity. She blocked the knife that continued to swing with her left arm, and quickly hit the opponent's throat with her right fist. Taking advantage of Du Bei's sudden breathing difficulty, she copied
The Glock 26 that fell on the seat during the fight just hit the opponent's head.
This woman obviously had a lot of fighting experience. While the opponent was clutching his throat in pain, she used joint skills to knock off his knife, and then put the Glock 26 on the opponent's chin.
The situation was over, and the DU babe with tattoos on his face looked at the woman in front of him with hatred and said the classic curse word "Fuck you".
Then as expected, he was hit on the forehead by the butt of the gun, "You don't remember me, do you?" The woman had a relieved expression on her face and pulled the trigger amidst the other person's curse.
The bullet entered 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 Beifan's head and let it hit the car door weakly. Then she got out of the passenger seat. She staggered a little because of a cut on her leg, but she still limped to the driver's seat.
He opened the door to the room, pulled the body out and threw it into the trunk.
The lights of the city center in the distance flicker like stars. Under the cover of night, ordinary people are completely unaware that anything has happened.
The woman got into the cab and wiped the blood on the window with a rag, but it became more and more blurry as she wiped it. She had to roll down the window.
After starting the car and driving out of the parking lot, the news was playing on the radio, "A violent case occurred in the city center earlier, which has resulted in the death of thirteen people. The police said it was probably a vendetta between gangs..."
On the other side, in the haunted house, two old Mo's were taking out the belongings and loading them into the car, while there were also people standing guard outside.
"The drone has taken off," Sanborn's voice came from the intercom. The sleepless gang was ready to dig out Diego Garcia's lair.
Tracking by car at night is too obvious, and hacking into the surveillance system will also have problems that cannot be taken care of. But who knows that they have all the equipment in hand, so their approach is to carry out three methods at the same time.
"Be careful. The LAPD may be equipped with drone detection equipment." Smith looked at the drone picture and said through the intercom.
"receive"
There were not many DU products in that room, only 70 to 80 kilograms. A few old guys moved it very quickly, and it didn't take long to handle it.
These people did not stay too long, but drove away directly. It seemed that they had no intention of luring the snake out of its hole.
Smith and the others were following from a distance. Even though there were still cars on the road, they were still more than two hundred meters away from each other. There were drones in the sky and Birkhoff was controlling the surveillance, so they could determine the location of the other party at any time.
"Their direction is probably the city center. Car No. 2 passed by and waited on the boulevard." Smith looked at several simulated routes on the electronic map and made a judgment.
"Got it." Curtis agreed. The guy was very excited. He knew that if the vote was successful, he would really have enough money to buy a house.
The tracking plan is proceeding in an orderly manner, and Diego Garcia is also paying attention to the progress of this matter.
It was so late and he had no intention of sleeping. The villa was brightly lit and the number of guards was doubled. The attack in the evening shocked him a little. He has now forgotten that he was the one who caused the trouble in the first place.
There were fourteen people in four cars in total. Thirteen people were killed and one person was missing. Diego Garcia didn’t think the missing guy ran away, but was probably caught.
But fortunately, that guy was just a low-level employee and didn't know many secrets.
Diego Garcia put down his glass, and finally decided to call the person who delivered the goods and warned him again, "Hector, you must pay attention to your surroundings and don't go directly to the factory. I feel that this time the opponent is not good.
Deal with it."
"Boss, I understand." This middle-level manager of the Beifan DU Group has been paying attention to the movements around him. On some sections of the road, he even asked the driver to circle twice, just to see if anyone was following him. However, he never expected that someone was following him.
In order to track them, military drones were directly used. Is this something humans do?
Downtown Los Angeles is home to the largest homeless population in the United States. Thousands of homeless people have pitched tents on both sides of the road here, and drug overdoses can be seen lying on the ground everywhere.
The complex social conditions and cheap rental costs here have led many gangs to put some of their businesses here.
Diego Garcia is of course no exception. This is his commodity distribution center. The goods shipped from Mexico are processed and packaged in the factory, and then handed over to bulk cargo personnel or other cooperating gangs.
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The profits are huge and it is very easy to manipulate the purity, and the price difference goes into his own pocket.
One of Diego's men was handing a small bag of white powder to a street girl. After taking the money, he reached out and slapped the girl behind her.
The young lady dared not say anything in anger, but just gave him a middle finger after walking away. The guy grinned, pinched the banknotes in his hand and put them in his pocket.
He walked around the corner and was about to go to the next place. Suddenly a car rushed out from the shadows. The high beams hit his face, making him see a blur of white. Of course he knew that he should avoid it, and he even did it in his mind.
There was a reaction, but the problem was that the body didn't keep up.
With a bang, the front of the car hit the man's knees directly. The man flew up, hit the windshield and rolled over the roof of the car. The car suddenly braked and the tires drew a black mark on the ground.
The Mexican man was lying on the ground and was still conscious, cursing the other person in Spanish, and the shoes on his feet flew far away.
There was a sound of tires scraping against the ground, the car's reversing lights came on, and it backed up as fast as possible.
Old Mo's eyes widened, and he realized that the other party was here to kill him. He put his hands on the ground and crawled towards the sidewalk like crazy.
‘Clang’ x2, followed by a scream, and the tire ran over the man’s waist.
The car stopped a few meters away, and a woman staggered out of the cab. The gauze wrapped around her legs was still bleeding.
"You are..." Before he could say anything, the woman had already shot his head through the head with a Glock 26, and then she emptied the magazine on his body before stopping.
"Who am I? You don't need to know." The woman then dragged the body into the trunk, where it happened to be with the previous one.