Half an hour later, the local sheriff and other police cars from Orange County arrived one after another to help. In the dark square, the police lights of several cars flashed continuously.
The row of cars on the open space in the square was extremely dazzling. The local police chief stepped out of the police car with a pistol in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He walked around the empty cars and finally stopped with his flashlight on the New Orleans number plate.
The policemen exchanged glances with each other, and several of them covered each other and headed towards the door of the repair shop.
"Oh, Shet, what just happened here?"
A police officer saw the bearded corpse on the ground at the first glance. His face was completely unrecognizable from its original appearance, and there were dead people lying on the ground beside him.
"Oh, look at me, my head is gone..."
Another policeman also exclaimed.
The strong smell of blood made people's heads hurt. York, the only local sheriff, frowned and suppressed his discomfort, becoming more certain that his choice was right.
Half an hour ago, he received a call from the residents of the town. There were fierce gunshots in the direction of the repair shop. York himself actually heard it. Although it was far away, the gunshots were so harsh in the silent night sky that it was absolutely impossible to hear them.
Maybe you heard it wrong.
But the intensity of the gunfire was frightening. After much deliberation, York decided to call for backup first and then go together when the backup arrived. Now he was extremely grateful for his decision. If he had rushed over rashly, there might have been someone on the ground.
There is one more body.
"What do we do?"
"Wait."
York answered the Orange County police officer's question. Just before he arrived, he received a call from the Louisiana Drug Enforcement Agency, which asked them to rush to the scene of the shootout immediately and control the situation.
The dea has no authority to command the county police, but usually the county police will cooperate when encountering such a situation. They cannot handle a big scene, and no one can guarantee that the other will not be used in the future, so each other has to give face.
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At the same time, two motorcycles were driving on the country road leading to New Orleans. If those bastards from the Rangers dare to set their sights on Amanda, Owen will make them disappear from this earth. The sun will rise tomorrow.
By that time, there would have been no more homeless people in New Orleans.
Brock on the other motorcycle had another idea. He had been a DEA for many years and knew how difficult it was to completely kill an organization like the Rangers. The last time he went undercover, the evidence was solid, and he only
The boss at the time, Danny Turi, was sent to prison, but the organization still existed.
It is impossible to completely eliminate these organizations by judicial means. He has had enough of hiding in Tibet these years. Mandy is only in the third grade now, but she has moved with him six times. On average, they have to move once every six months.
, he didn’t want Mandy’s childhood to be like this.
The appearance of this guy is an opportunity. Although I don't know who Owen is, there is no doubt that he is very strong. The corpse in that place is the best proof. Brock believes that he must have something to rely on if he dares to go to the Rangers' headquarters alone.
, he felt that this was his only chance in this life.
In the darkness, two motorcycles were speeding along. In the luggage bag of Owen's back seat was the Remington 870 and the ammunition he found. This gun was so easy to use that Owen decided to use it as his main weapon today.
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In the brightly lit villa at the Rangers headquarters, the current leader of the Rangers, Channing Musk, felt a little uneasy. Two hours ago, his deputy reported that he had arrived in the small town of Rayville in Orange County, and he brought 18 people with him.
It should be easy to arrest an individual, but he has not received any report from his deputy in the past two hours.
The deputy and he used to be just small leaders of the Rangers organization, not even Danny Tully's cronies. Dalton, the fifth-year-old boy, was extremely trusted by Danny. Danny almost obeyed him, but who
It can be imagined that Dalton was actually an undercover police officer. Danny paid the price for his gullibility. His son was shot dead and he was convicted and imprisoned. But otherwise, he would not have been promoted and became the new police officer.
Leader, even if the leader is only in name.
It was past midnight, and Channing felt sleepy. He decided to sleep for a while, and asked his deputy to come back and notify him immediately. Channing walked into his luxurious bedroom.
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a few hours later
Outside the villa, Owen and Brock stopped their motorcycles about 200 meters away from the villa. Brock pointed to the brightly lit villa in front, "That's right there, that's the headquarters of the Rangers."
Owen took a look, the lights were bright there, and in the distance he could see some guys in leather jackets guarding the villa. It was already four in the morning, but these guys had no intention of sleeping.
The two men turned off their car lights and quietly approached with weapons in hand.
At the back door, a guy with a nose ring was chatting with the strong man opposite, "Herbie, you don't know how exciting that girl is. She was crying and begging me to let her go..."
Suddenly, the sound of the nose ring stopped, and the strong man heard the sound of a sharp weapon entering his flesh. Just as he was alert, he felt his throat tightening and he couldn't breathe. Then he felt as if his neck had been broken.
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Dragging the two bodies into the grass nearby, Owen retracted his claw knife and quietly went upstairs with the 870. He gently pushed the door open, but there was no one inside. The two people flashed in, and the door closed silently again.
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"Which room exactly is it in?"
"It might be on the third floor, or it might be on the fourth floor. The last time I came here was a few years ago..."
Well, Owen said he could only accept it. He walked a certain distance continuously without being criticized. He was very lucky that these gangsters did not install cameras in their villas.
There seemed to be a rest room in front. Irving heard the sound of voices and the sound of the TV. It seemed that someone was watching a football game. Irving and Brock quietly approached, and the two of them cooperated to alert each other.
Through the crack in the door, you can see that the sofa inside is facing away from the door. NBA is playing on the TV directly in front. Irving and Brock winked. Brock nodded, and the two of them changed their guns to knives again.
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Gently pushing the door open, the door hinge made a "squeaking" sound. Just when Owen thought they would be exposed, a guy on the sofa raised his hand and said without looking back, "Eisen."
, you are really good at choosing the right time to go to the toilet. Do you know what the Rockets did just now? They are overtaking now. You will lose the bet..."
The man didn't look back after he finished speaking, and continued to watch the game with great interest. After waiting for a few seconds and seeing no reply from behind, he turned his head in confusion. However, he only turned halfway before he was forced to stop, and a dagger was inserted into him.
At the same time, the throat of his companion beside him was also cut, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Owen gave Brock a look of disgust. It was so unprofessional to make it so bloody. There is no way to slit the throat in an assassination. How to deal with the body? Brock spread his hands speechlessly and said sorry. I used to
He was a policeman, not a killer. I didn’t think much of it at the time.