Chapter 250 Conflicts in the adult world are never simple
The fifth forum, North America area, was extremely lively.
Since last night, new posts with the keyword "Los Angeles" have been popping up like mushrooms after rain, and achieved the success of massacre in a short period of time. Since then, the popularity has remained high.
"Excuse me, what happened in Los Angeles?"
This was the first post that was posted, and it is also the most popular post now. The tone was cautious, and I guessed that he was a newbie. But it is not the case now. This post directly allowed him to gain a lot of points and make a lot of money.
The style of the first few replies was quite normal. The inquiries about occupying the floor were joking, but the ones with some value were well-meaning people. The admonishing reply was, "Rookie, please delete the post. Your position is exposed."
There are hundreds of replies stacked up on this floor. The first one is the reply from the poster Mengxin, "Thank you for reminding me, I will move now!" Then the heat should have completely dissipated, and the building in the building is crooked.
"Still there?"
"There is a post saying that there are heavy machine guns firing in Los Angeles. Is it true?"
"I can answer you upstairs. It's true. There are pictures out there. The Browning M2 heavy machine gun is equipped with the latest generation Raptor pickup truck. This is really crazy!"
"Not only that, I found a few short videos on the Internet. Although it was pitch black and nothing could be seen, the scale of the gunfire was at least that of hundreds of gunmen fighting in a melee. I swear on my balls, I won't hear it wrong!
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"Who's in the crossfire?"
"The FBI is probably going crazy. I bet they are working overtime now. Hahaha..."
"The time has come, guys, let us hold high the flag of freedom, attack Hollywood, and pack away Jolie, Beckinsale, Winslet, and Cruz! Go ahead -"
"Guys upstairs, I probably know your aesthetic taste. Admit it, you like cows!"
"I thought the Black Widow in last year's Iron Man 2 was pretty good, so I secretly picked it up."
"All heterosexuals will be burned to death!!!"
"Guys, you seem to have forgotten something... Hi, host, are you still alive?"
"Rescue the rookie plan, start, photographers follow -"
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"What the hell is this!"
On the third floor of the Chinese restaurant, Chu Tangge, who had not slept all night, was complaining while scrolling the mouse wheel, browsing various posts and replies energetically. He marked a reply and tapped the keyboard, "I feel black too.
The widow is good, let’s duel like a man!”
Click, send, satisfied.
There was a knock on the door. I closed my laptop instantly and turned around. A figure hurriedly pushed the door open and said, "Latest news, Brother Chu, Ralph is dead!"
Chu Dange was startled when he heard this, and then nodded as expected: "Well, I finally waited for this news. It was not in vain for me to keep waiting all night... Well, are you sure about the source of the intelligence?"
"It should be confirmed." The visitor looked strange and spread his hands, "Ms. Xie said it herself."
"Who? Xie Wei?" Chu Dange was completely stunned and came back to his senses, "Did you find her? Where did you find her?"
"To be precise, she found us." The visitor scratched his head, "Just now, she knocked on the door of the Chinese restaurant downstairs, and she just went down to get breakfast..."
Unable to talk any more, the two looked at each other and were silent for a moment. Well, for this kind of thing... it is certain that Xie Wei did not come alone, there must be someone behind her to show her the way. As for who that person was, the two of them knew
There are a lot of them. But this is a safe house. What is a safe house? As the name suggests, it is a place to ensure safety. The first priority is concealment. But now it seems to be no different from a city gate wide open. You can stroll in and out at will...
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Smiling bitterly, "It seems that we underestimated his intelligence capabilities. Ha, it makes sense when you think about it. He can blow up the Ice Blue Bar in the polar glaciers, so it makes sense that he knows where our safe house is." Chu Dange shook his head.
He shook his head and said, "I just don't know how many hiding places he chose last night... Where is Ms. Xie now?"
"We went upstairs to find her assistant and the little girl. She seemed to know what we were thinking, or maybe someone had taught her. She said she was very tired and needed to rest. We would talk about everything after she wakes up."
"Is that so? She didn't sleep all night like me? It's possible... Let's wait until she gets some rest." Chu Tangge made up his mind, and then he couldn't help but yawned and rubbed his eyes.
The visitor advised, "Brother Chu, why don't you go and have a chat? Anyway, now that the man behind the scenes, Ralph, is dead, the situation can come to an end."
Chu Dange hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Forget it, it won't be long. It's just that the current matter is over, and no one can predict the subsequent impact. And... I'm not sure if the person who left Los Angeles really slept with me."
Can’t catch it!”
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I can’t rest yet…
At the corner of the street a hundred meters away, after watching Xie Wei walk into the Chinese restaurant, Tang Chao looked away and sat in the car for a while. After about ten minutes, he drove a taxi and left. He didn't drive very far, and he was outside the coffee shop on the next street.
Stop, not far away is the ruined Ice Blue Bar.
I pushed the door and got out of the car, took down the wine bottle and the wine glass with the label off, and threw them into the trash can on the roadside. I looked over there for a few times and saw that it was pitch black. The fire had naturally been under control long ago. Judging from the situation, there was no
It spreads around. The signs of the hot dog shop outside are still hanging. Of course, it is closed now. The cordon is far away. Outside the line are the interview vehicles of various TV stations and media. From time to time, people can be seen coming in and out of the line, either in casual clothes or
Heavily armed, mostly the former.
After a general scan, Tang Chao suddenly understood that the FBI had taken over. Well, there was also the DEA's Special Response Team, which was the operatives of the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration. They were also ruthless characters. It seemed that the three hundred kilograms of white powder
It was not completely burned, and Polar Glacier and the Mexican were in trouble... A few minutes later, I sat back in the taxi with a cup of hot coffee.
He took out his cell phone and dialed, "Doctor, good morning...Ralph is dead...Oh, I know he won't live long, but he must be sent when he deserves it...The matter will be resolved soon. I wish you all the best in advance."
Have fun in Vegas, oh, and give Amy my regards from Super Mario, if you don't mind. Haha, okay..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After the culprit Ralph died, many minor problems were solved. For example, the Massman family basically had no problems with safety and could choose to go home or even go to the hospital.
Go to work normally. But just in case, after the successful rescue yesterday, Tang Chao sent the family on the plane.
It's a bit sorry to say that he suffered such a disaster, although Massman himself didn't care. According to his joking statement, the experience of the two kidnappings was completely different. He, the kidnapper, had a better service attitude and after-sales service...
Since they all received five-star reviews, the Tang Dynasty will not allow any nasty follow-up to happen!
Start the car, merge into traffic, and leave.
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"I reminded Mr. Ralph to stay away from the balcony, where there is a wide view and unpredictable dangers, but Mr. Ralph does not agree with my opinion..."
At about two o'clock in the afternoon, in a mountainside villa by the sea, a burly man helplessly spread his hands, with a look of regret and pain on his face. In front of him was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes. He lowered his head and frowned, looking at Ralph, who was already cold in the freezer, looking to his left.
The blood hole in his chest was stagnant. He looked away and walked towards the balcony behind him.
This place has not been cleaned up, and the original appearance of the shooting scene is still maintained. There is a wheelchair upside down on the ground near the outer guardrail, with a hole in the backrest. Next to it is a large amount of dark red blood, which has signs of coagulation and drying.
The middle-aged man looked at the wheelchair and walked to the guardrail of the north balcony. He squinted and looked far away, passing by the sea and beach. He gradually moved up and locked on a high platform of the embankment. There was some confusion in his eyes. He moved away and walked around.
After the circle, I fell back to the high platform of the embankment again, and my doubts turned to horror.
After a moment of silence, he waved his hand back, and the burly man turned around and left with great discernment.
He took out his cell phone, dialed, and waited for the connection: "Salem, I think we are in trouble."
"What do you mean? Is that bastard Ralph dead?"
"Death is confirmed, there is no doubt about it. That's not what I want to say. I just looked at the wound on the body. It should be that a medium-caliber sniper rifle shot through the heart."
"Great, what's the problem?"
"That's the problem!" The middle-aged man looked solemn and a little disbelieving, "The effective range of a medium-caliber sniper rifle is generally 800 to 1,500 meters, but the location of the scene that matches the sniper site is at least 2,000 meters away, and it is still the seaside. Consider
Due to the influence of wind speed and air pressure, the first shot hit..."
After a pause, "I'm not sure that I can do it. There are only two snipers in the entire European and American underground world who can do it. I can feel that the other party is very confident, strong, and has top sniper skills. Kai's fault is not unfair."
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The person on the other end of the phone fell silent upon hearing this, as if digesting the shocking information, and then an angry growl came out, "Damn it! Who did this bastard Ralph provoke?!"
"This is no longer important, Salem. What is important is what attitude we should adopt now... We are very passive now!"
Indeed, unlike children competing for candy, conflicts in the adult world are never simple.
On the surface, after realizing that the opponent's strength should not be underestimated, it was the wisest decision for them to give up. After all, Ralph is dead. No matter how prominent his status is in front of him or how deep his connections are, death is death.
It's okay to let his family do things like revenge, it has no vital interest in them.
But the actual situation is that it really has something to do with them, or to be more precise, it has something to do with the organization. As a senior executive of Polar Glacier, no matter what the reason is, if Ralph is killed by a sniper, he will not be able to kill him easily in the future.
After all, there must be a result. Otherwise, how will outsiders view Polar Glacier? How to protect the future interests of the organization...
Salem, who seemed to be a high-ranking person on the other end of the phone, naturally understood these problems, which was why he was so angry. It was not a pity that Ralph died, but what was left to them was a complete mess.
After a long silence, a slightly dry voice came, "In any case, the interests of the organization cannot be violated. The support personnel from the east coast should be able to arrive in Los Angeles in the middle of the night. It is up to you to dispatch the command and dig out the opponent in one day! If you can't dig out the opponent,
, to cause trouble for the rise of Kyushu, someone must take over this debt!"
"Understood." It has to be said that those who can reach the top are all figures. This sounds like a reliable idea. The general idea is to pick the weak persimmon. It doesn't matter whether you can kill the real murderer. What's important is the posture. Besides,
This is not a complete frame-up. Kyushu Rise is indeed involved in this matter, which is reasonable.
"Where are the other forces?" the middle-aged man asked, "How many people are they willing to send for revenge?"
"Shit!" It's okay not to mention it, but the other end of the phone is buzzing, "A bunch of unfamiliar bastards rush in when they see the benefits, and then turn around and demand compensation for the losses. It's extremely shameless! This will be jumping up and down.
They convened the Council of the Ancient European Union in advance in an attempt to drink our blood... By the way, take good care of that bastard Ralph's body and transport it back to Europe. Don't you want to drink the blood? Let them find Ralph on their own. He agreed to it anyway.
conditions of!"
"Ha, good idea..."
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, and the sound of gunshots, accompanied by several screams, came clearly from outside the main entrance of the villa. He was stunned, and his expression suddenly changed.
Although he has just arrived, this does not prevent the middle-aged man from understanding this mountainside villa. It is a hidden safe house set up by the organization in Los Angeles. It is generally used to entertain high-level personnel from the organization. There are almost no loopholes in security, except for
This balcony is actually not an obvious loophole. There are not many top snipers who can threaten it... Such an impregnable place that is almost the same as a small base can be quietly touched to the front entrance?
"Gunshots? What's going on!" Even the other end of the phone heard obvious movement. You can imagine how close they are.
"I don't know..." After a moment, the middle-aged man realized something and simply pulled out his pistol with a solemn expression. "I have a guess. No, it's true. The other party seemed to be unable to wait for us to dig it out and came directly to kill him.
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"Walter?"
Bang, hung up the phone, raised the pistol quickly, and a figure ran into the balcony door without pulling the trigger. It was the burly man just now, who hurriedly reported, "The network has been invaded, and all the surveillance and surveillance outside have failed. The patrol team,
The hidden stakes can't be contacted, so the chances are bad... The other party is storming the first floor of the villa, and their marksmanship is very accurate. As soon as they met, the Clyde brothers guarding the door were dead..."
"Calm down! How many people are there on the other side?"
"Okay, it seems like there is only one..."
"Huh?" The middle-aged man who walked back into the house quickly couldn't help but was stunned when he heard the words. He turned to look at the burly man with a glare. The latter swallowed his saliva, "It's the wanted criminal reported on the TV news. He has golden hair and flashes.
It's gone, I can see it clearly from the window..."
"Then what the hell are you waiting for? Come with me and kill him!"
"Haha, is that so?" A joking voice suddenly came from the intercom on the shoulder of the burly man. The button was clearly not pressed, but the red light for normal communication was flashing, "Let me come to you."