Raymond Bishop woke up inexplicably from his deep sleep, and then smelled a strong smell of blood in his nose.
After Bishop opened his eyes, he did not act rashly, but quietly put his hand under the pillow and touched the Smith revolver.
His eyes gradually adapted to the darkness. There was a strong smell of blood in the air, but there seemed to be no danger around him. Bishop hesitated for a moment, then turned on the desk lamp at hand.
"Ah~~~"
Even though he was the biggest drug lord in Chicago, even if he was ruthless, he couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of him. At the end of the bed, a bloody horse head was placed not far from his feet. The horse's head was chopped off from the neck.
Next, the blood dyed the surrounding area bright red. The smell of blood that was smelled before was caused by this horse's head.
"Come here, come here~~~"
Bishop yelled in panic. He had already recognized the horse's head as the head of a thoroughbred racehorse he had just bought a while ago, the champion horse of the last Jockey Club, for which he spent six million US dollars.
But the strange thing is that no matter how he shouted, no one in the villa answered him.
Bishop was even more panicked. You must know that he is the biggest drug lord in Chicago. This villa is his base camp. There are more than thirty of his most elite men here, including two retired special forces.
came down, but now it seemed as if they had all disappeared.
Bishop forced himself to calm down and got out of bed with Smith's revolver. He opened the door gently, but there was no sound from outside. As soon as he poked his head out, he saw Duncan lying on the ground.
Duncan was obviously dead, with blood all over his body. There were two corpses at the door not far away, which were two of his other men.
Bishop swallowed nervously and continued to wander around the villa with Smith in his arms.
All of them were dead. More than thirty of his men were all dead. Who did it? Why didn’t the other party kill him?
Bishop was feeling anxious when he suddenly heard a cold voice from behind: "If I were you, I would put down the gun obediently..."
Bishop was startled, turned around suddenly, and pointed the Smith in his hand at the opponent subconsciously.
Immediately afterwards, a clanging sound was heard, and his hand was shaken. Smith had already been beaten, and he fell to the ground and slid far away.
"You, who are you?"
Bishop was a hero after all, and he quickly calmed down. He knew that the other party did not want his life at all, otherwise the shot just now would not have been the one that knocked him away.
In front of him was a young man wearing a skull mask, and next to him was another guy also wearing a skull mask.
Since Jack doesn't want Owen and the others to help him rob the prison, Owen respects his choice, but Owen must also ensure Jack's safety in the prison.
When it comes to order in prisons, it is natural that the controllers of the local underground world have the most say. To some extent, they even have more power than the government.
So Irving approached Chicago's biggest local drug lord, Raymond Bishop.
"I have a friend, his name is Jack Bauer, who was sent to Guantanamo Bay yesterday. I want you to do me a favor and make sure that he won't have any problems in prison, that he won't have any problems, and that he won't be bullied.
, I will not be harassed, and I will not die in vain..."
Owen spoke out his appeal naturally, and Bishop listened quietly.
"Remember, his fate is connected with yours. If he is fine, you will be fine. If something happens to him, you will know..."
Owen's words were a naked threat. Bishop's face was very dark, but he was originally black. I don't know whether it was because he was black or because he was angry.
"mine……"
"Don't worry, we won't kill children. Your son is sleeping well."
Owen knew what Bishop wanted to ask. He and Ghost had just silently killed all the guards in the villa, leaving only his son behind.
The drug dealer Irving had no psychological burden at all to kill him, but the same cannot be said for children.
"Oh, by the way, my friend used to be from the Counter-Terrorism Bureau. He has a lot of enemies, so you have to be more careful. Also, don't try to play any tricks. If you want to end up with the Sanchez Group, then we don't mind replacing him with someone else.
Be Jack’s guardian angel…”
Irving and Ghost had left, but his words seemed to still be in his ears. Of course Bishop knew Sanchez. In fact, he had purchased goods directly from the Sanchez Group before.
After the Sanchez Group was wiped out, he had also heard some rumors, various versions, the most unreliable of which was that Sanchez had offended the US Counter-Terrorism Agency and ended up like that. Now it seems that this is the most unreliable.
Perhaps the most reliable one is the one with the spectrum.
Bishop felt deeply humiliated, but also full of helplessness. Secretly, he was the largest drug dealer in Chicago, and he had a strong fighting force. On the surface, he was also the owner of several large companies, and he had a certain influence.
social status.
He seems to be rich and powerful, but he knows that he and the Sanchez Group are not on the same level at all. Sanchez is one of the top six drug lords in Mexico, a national-level drug lord, and can even influence the political arena, which is not what he can do.
Comparable.
But such a great force was still uprooted. The meaning revealed in the young man's words just now made Bishop feel a deep sense of powerlessness.
Regardless of whether what he said was true or bluffing, Bishop decided to find someone to protect Jack Bauer tomorrow. Even if the other party was lying to him, he would do it. If nothing else, just these two
It's not easy for someone to sneak into his manor silently and kill all the guards. Otherwise, he would have died countless times. If such a person cares about him, Bishop is sure that sooner or later, he will be with him.
The horse suffered the same fate.
Bishop urgently called his men. After all, he was now equivalent to a bare-bones commander. All the guards in the villa were killed. If his enemy came over at this time, he would be doomed.
When it was almost dawn, his men finally arrived, and all the thirty corpses and racehorse heads were quietly disposed of. But not long after, he received another shocking news.
Last night, Chicago's second largest drug lord and his biggest rival, Shamal, and his men were killed by two guys wearing skull masks.
This shocking news made Bishop's heart tremble. He understood that the murderers were the two men he had seen today. This was a warning from those two guys, and it was also a benefit to him.
They helped themselves get rid of their biggest local competitor, and they would become the underground king of Chicago in the future. But at the same time, the opponent also told them clearly that they could kill people like themselves at any time if they wanted.