Inside the room, Channing Musk was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He was holding a Smith & Wesson revolver in his hand, but his aura was incompatible with the sturdy appearance of the pistol.
He would rush the gun toward the door, and hesitate to commit suicide. Occasionally, he would lie on the window and look down. Jumping out of the window might be an opportunity to escape, but at the height of the fourth floor, he did not dare.
He was just a puppet who was supported. He always thought he was strong, but it wasn't until this moment that he realized how weak he was.
Channing was scared, really scared, so many men didn't stop the two guys outside, and now they were coming to kill him. For a moment, Channing even wanted to call the police and seek protection from the police.
Just when he was hesitating, the door was kicked open and the two murderers walked in. Channing suddenly felt that all the strength in his body had disappeared. Was he going to die?
For a moment, he recalled his life. He grew up to be sixteen in a confused way, joined a gang in a confused way, and lived in a confused way. He thought he would just spend his life doing nothing. Something happened to the Rangers, and the leader Danny Turi...
He was caught, and then he became his agent inexplicably.
He used to have a bloody spirit, but then his edges were worn away by the luxurious life. Just now, he tried to organize people to protect everything he had now, but all those people were dead. Dozens of people couldn't defeat two. Check.
Ning didn't understand, but none of this mattered anymore. He was going to die anyway...
Owen's Remington was pressed against Channing's forehead. He turned to look at Brock. Brock nodded, indicating that yes, this guy was their last target.
"It's none of my business, it's all Danny's fault. He asked me to do it. I'm just a puppet. I don't want to die..."
Channing actually started crying while talking. Owen looked at Channing who was crumbling into a ball in front of him. There was no sympathy in his eyes, and he said coldly: "I know you are a puppet, but you shouldn't mess with my sister.
My sister’s people must die~~~”
With a bang, Channing Musk's life was taken away, and his lifeless body fell to the ground.
Owen threw away the gun and was a little tired after fighting for almost a night.
"There's still one last thing to go..."
Brock knew that Owen was talking about Danny Tully, and that he was the culprit of this incident, but this guy was currently serving a sentence, and the two of them had nothing to do with him for the time being.
"Danny, leave it to me..."
Brock said solemnly that the cause of this incident lies with him, and he should be the one to put an end to it.
"What are you going to do?"
Owen asked curiously.
"It's very simple. I will collect evidence to help him commute his sentence, and even appeal to overturn the original verdict, and then personally pick him up from prison..."
Listening to Brock's calm words, Owen suddenly laughed. He liked Brock's style of doing things, where he must cut the roots before cutting the grass.
"Okay, I'll leave it to you. It's getting late, we have to leave..."
The Rangers' headquarters was severely damaged and all the top executives were killed. It is conceivable that after tomorrow, there will no longer be a Rangers organization in New Orleans.
As for Brock, he would only admit that he was responsible for the ship repair shop and that he had nothing to do with the Rangers headquarters. Later, Brock made several calls one after another, all of which were made to other local gangs, and even
Several of them are the Rangers' sworn enemies.
The high-ranking officials and guards of the Rangers were slaughtered by them, but there were more than just these people in the Rangers. There were also many peripheral personnel who were not at the headquarters at this time. Moreover, the business and territory controlled by the Rangers were all tempting delicacies.
Don't forget that homeless people are in the drug business. People who do illegal business never deposit money in the bank. This alone is enough for the gangs to carve up the homeless people like hungry wolves.
It is conceivable that after they leave, there will definitely be a war here. The various gangs that are arriving one after another may hesitate at first, but when they find that the Rangers headquarters has been slaughtered, can they still hold it back? There are more wolves and less meat.
First come first served, there is no such thing as courtesy among gangsters.
Owen and Brock had paid great attention to the previous battle. They had glue on their hands. Even if there were some clues left, they would be covered up by the subsequent gang melee.
At dawn, the two returned to the town of Reville. Owen went home, and Brock turned on his cell phone. His cell phone had been turned off before, otherwise it would have been blown up by the DEA's commander.
As soon as the phone was turned on, the officer called: "Brock, where have you been?"
After the police took control of the scene, DEA from New Orleans rushed to the scene quickly. Brock had explained the situation to him before, but when he got here, no trace of Brock was found.
"I'm not suitable to appear here. Don't forget, I'm already dead in the file..."
The commander was speechless for a moment, but then asked again: "Does the matter at the Rangers headquarters have anything to do with you?"
Not long after he arrived in Rayville from New Orleans, he received a notification from the New Orleans DEA. There was a fierce exchange of fire at the Rangers headquarters near the suburbs. It seemed that several gangs were working together to suppress the Rangers.
The homeless have always been the focus of surveillance by the DEA, so if they had a slight disturbance, the DEA received the news earlier than the police. When the police and the DEA team arrived, several gangs were exchanging fire with the remnants of the homeless who rushed after hearing the news.
, then several parties interacted with the police again, and several parties broke out into chaos, resulting in casualties on all parties.
"What's wrong with the Rangers headquarters? I've been staying in the town to be with my daughter..." Brock continued to act stupid.
The commander vaguely felt that this matter was related to Brock, but their relationship prevented him from pursuing further questions.
"The White Angels, Iron Cross, and Tattoos all came together to besiege the Rangers for some unknown reason, and now they are in a mess..."
"Could they have received the news and launched a siege when Luo Xihu left with a group of people and the Rangers headquarters was empty? In fact, it was even planned by them for Luo Xiu to leave with a group of people..."
After listening to the chief's explanation, Brock gave a guess. Chief dea was stunned when he heard the words. Brock's analysis made sense, but when did the gang become so powerful, but it is not impossible. These guys want to
They can do anything, including grabbing territory.
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Owen doesn't know how Brock will end up. He doesn't need to worry about those things. Even if the matter is really leaked, with Owen's identity, there is no problem in destroying a drug factory with a record of crimes. Well, it must be
It's a drug factory, a gang, the level is too low...
In the early morning sunshine, when Owen appeared on the path in front of the door, his mother and Amanda, who had been leaning against the window, cheered and ran downstairs to greet Owen.
Seeing the family hugging each other, McCall, who was lying in a lounge chair on the terrace, also smiled and turned off the alarm on the pad in his hand.