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Chapter 998 Chapter 1014 Every boss has a secret compartment in his basement?  (3 updates)

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    Luke frowned, but still took out the gun and lowered half of the car window.

    This is New Jersey, and a lot of people died in the villa.

    ¡°If necessary, he would not shoot to avoid repeated investigations by the New Jersey police, but he also did not want to see the police officers who were performing their official duties being silenced.

    On the drone screen, the man stood up with some difficulty and walked to open the door.

    "Good evening, John." The patrolman greeted him proactively.

    "Good evening, Jimmy. Are there any neighbors complaining about the noise?" The man named John responded calmly.

    On the drone screen, the pistol he carried behind his back did not move.

    The patrolman nodded slowly: "Yes, there is a bit of noise." Then, he tilted his head slightly and looked through the gap beside the man named John, and saw a masked body in a black suit lying on the ground.

    John also turned his head and looked.

    Luke raised the gun in his hand, but he just put it at the half-open car window and did not aim.

    If John wanted to silence him, this would be the time.

    The patrolman sighed, took off his hat and scratched his head: "You started working again?"

    John¡¯s expression was calm: ¡°No, I just sorted out a few things.¡±

    Patrolman: "Wow, that's it. Okay, that's it, good night John." He put on his hat and turned around to leave.

    His speed has not changed much from before.

    From the side of the car, Luke could see that the patrolman did not show any fear or nervousness, but instead had an expression of "Sure enough."

    ¡°Obviously, the patrolman knew John¡¯s background and was not surprised that a dead person appeared in his house.

    Luke watched the patrolman get into the car and leave, he also took back his pistol and raised the window.

    John at the door of the villa looked at the Ford car thoughtfully, but the window had already been closed, and he could not see Luke in the dark car.

    He frowned and closed the door.

    There might be a passerby in the car who heard the noise, but since that person couldn't see what was going on in the villa, it didn't matter.

    Luke quickly operated for a moment and parked the drone in a corner of the basement, turning it into a fixed surveillance system. Then he lifted up the limp female painter in his arms and put it back into the co-pilot: "  Well, I can¡¯t wait to go back to your dormitory to drink coffee.¡±

    Elena gave him a light peck, but the expression on her face showed no objection, which fully explained the word duplicity.

    The Ford started, turned a corner, and drove another kilometer, not far from Palande College.

    Bang bang bang bang bang!

    Elena looked to the right in surprise, but could not see the situation in the distance, but she whispered in her mouth: "Is this gunshot?"

    Luke feels a little bit pained in his balls: Wang Defa!  Come again?  Since when has law and order in New Jersey become so bad?

    But he immediately said: "Lie down, lean on my side, don't raise your head."

    At the same time, he immediately turned off the car lights, slowed down and pulled over.

    This gunshot was really too close.

    And in the short few seconds from when Luke heard the gunshot to the moment he parked the car, the gunshot had been fired hundreds of times.

    Luke has already distinguished that it was the sound of at least five rifles firing at the same time. Is this going crazy?

    Although this is considered a suburb of North Bergen, is it really okay to make such a big noise?

    The John who was at home just now, a pair of twelve people, didn¡¯t make such a big noise.

    Is it the army?  Or mercenaries?  He was thinking in his mind as he released the micro-drone for the second time tonight.

    The drone passed lightly over a small stretch of woods and saw ten people surrounded by a two-story building. They held rifles in their hands, firing alternately and advancing toward the building.

    Luke looked at the posture of these people and let out a light sigh in his heart.

    These ten people also wore black hoods and black clothes, but they were all wearing professional combat uniforms, and they also wore body armor and even the panels were installed.

    At first glance, Luke found the weapons in their hands, including m4a1, ar-15, and the expensive hk416, and they were all special weapons that had been modified and fine-tuned by themselves.

    ¡°Compared to the twelve hooded men in black suits who died in John¡¯s villa, a group of black combat uniforms here are real professionals, and they are obviously of the military style.

    No wonder the method is so simple and crude!  Luke muttered in his heart, controlled the drone and slipped into the bulletInside the flying house.

    In the house, only three black combatants fell down at the door of the kitchen. They were obviously with the same group outside.

    One head was inserted into the kitchen door panel and hung on it like that.

    One head hung down at a weird angle, and the neck bone was obviously broken.

    The last one was stiff all over, and the syringe around his neck was empty.

    Luke said, "This is interesting."

    When Elena heard this, she couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "You don't want to go there, do you? It's too dangerous."

    Luke rubbed her earlobe with his hand: "Hey, I'm the NYPD, not the New Jersey police. I have no law enforcement authority here."

    Elena breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what should you do?"

    Luke: ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ve already sent a text message to the police.¡±

    Elena snorted. She felt a little uncomfortable with this answer that should be standard, but she didn't say anything.

    Luke is not in a hurry.

    ¡°Obviously, like John just now, the residents in this small building are not ordinary people.

    There are already three black combat uniforms lying inside, indicating that this person is at least not unprepared.

    Luke gently kneaded the earlobe of the future female painter with one hand, and quickly controlled the drone around the house with the other hand, just like he did not long ago.

    The drone once again found an open basement entrance.

    He kept talking: "No way! It's the basement again?"

    The drone flew in without stopping.

    After a while, Luke looked strange.

    On the picture, this basement has nothing in common with the basement of John's Villa just now, but now there is an eight-pound sledgehammer thrown on the ground, then a piece of cement floor that has been smashed open, and an open small box under the ground.

    Except for the difference in the size of the box and the fact that there are no weapons or gold coins left inside, it is almost a replica of the basement of John's villa.

    "What a fucking coincidence." Luke murmured: "Could it be that every former boss had this kind of secret compartment in his basement? Moreover, they always like to swing the sledgehammer when the enemy comes.  Get weapons?"

    What happened next in the small building was similar to what happened in John¡¯s villa. The ten black combat uniforms who entered the small building were killed in less than five minutes.

    The bald guy in pajamas and bare feet is extremely scary.

    Although his strength and speed are not exaggerated, relying on almost unpredictable predictions and erratic and silent movements, ten black combat uniforms took the initiative to send heads to his gun.

    One shot at a time, that P226 killed ten black combat uniforms without even changing the magazine.

    Then, the bald man, who was about fifty years old, picked up his packed small backpack and got up to go out.

    After he went out, the small building that was riddled with holes from rifles roared, and a large piece of the eaves was trampled off.

    The bald man didn¡¯t even look back, he got in the car and left, acting like ¡°a real man never looks back to see an explosion.¡±  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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