Chapter 12 (2/2)

”I'd like to buy Mr. McGuin a drink, but I can't find him. It's a pity. If I can't fulfill my wish, I'll lose sleep tonight.” Li Zitao's rough fingers slipped across her cheek, making the dancer tremble unnaturally.

”I know. I'll take you.” The dancer raised her head and said in a hurry. At the same time, he was so scared that he remembered the rumors about yellow skin.

It is said that a group of yellow skin are fighting against the power of Chicago underground emperor Capone. Frank was killed by them. Now it seems that all this is true.

”You're smart, don't worry, no one will know what you said.” Li Zitao hugged her body and rushed out of the corner.

At the same time, his head is constantly rubbing against the dancer's face. From the back, he looks like a pair of dogs and men eager to fight.

”The fourth room, he's in it.” At the same time, the dancer whispered in Li Zitao's ear the position of McGuin.

”Thank you very much.” Come to the third room, twist the handle, the door opened smoothly, Li Zitao pushed the dancer in.

Then he turned around and kicked open the door of the next room. Two boa constrictors had already appeared in their hands, aiming at the 6-Shot ”bang bang bang” on the bed.

At this time, his pupil suddenly contracted into a needle, and his eyes were filled with anger. There was no one in the room. Li Zitao said in his heart, ”I'm going to suffer.” The door next door has been opened.

Just now the weak and helpless dancer, with a Chicago typewriter in her hands, pulled the trigger at Li Zitao with a grim smile on her face.

“FK。” With a strong kick of his feet, Li Zitao flew into the room in front of him. Li Zitao scolded ”bitches are merciless.” just now he and I kiss me. This will kill him with a machine gun.

The gunfire stopped, and a rough man's voice rang out: ”listen to Maggie, you want to kill me, Frank is dead in your hands, right?”

”McGuin?” Li Zitao hiding in the side of the cabinet by the door, carefully with the corner of his eyes to look out, but his mouth is not willing to show weakness said: ”yes, I beat him into a hornet's nest.”

The two men were chatting upstairs, and the dance hall below was in a mess. The guests scattered themselves and ran out from behind the walls around them a group of Mafia members with machine guns. The bartender kept looking at the indifferent four Asian people in front of them.

Just as his hand touched the handle of the rifle, sparks of jumping flashed in front of him, and a bullet ended his life.

The monk has been waiting for the guests to finish running. Now is the time for them to show up.

Why did Capone go to Philadelphia prison? Even if he could enjoy his food and clothing, his freedom was limited to the prison space.

Therefore, gang vendetta must be low-key, the dead do not matter, but do not let the public know too much. The corpses should be cleaned up and the civilians should not be involved. It is like a chestnut bar.

All the newspapers reported that the police had cracked down on a gang of drug dealers, and that piles of opium in bullet holes filled bars were uplifting.

Although the bottom of my heart is still not so trust in the government, but at least this is a good start.

In the chestnut bar incident, the key figure ”undercover police” became Li Zitao's identity.

As for the media want to know who he is, ha ha, did not tell you is undercover?

We want to protect the safety of public officials. What if we tell you that we are retaliated by drug dealers?

Of course, it was the sheriff in the police station who was leaning towards William Defoe to solve the drug trafficking case bravely. As for the great and wise director Fukuzawa, how can such a small matter trouble him!

So in the newspapers, director grant fouser's smile was as ugly as crying, but it was William Dover's smile, brilliant and full of pride.

Sometimes what people need is not the truth. They just need to know that the police are working bravely to protect their safety.

The rumors on the street have never had anything to do with the people. They are just the lies of the street gangsters. The great American police are still very capable.

In the fierce firefight, the monk with the other three people, relying on the position advantage of the bar, dragged the Gunners who wanted to go upstairs to support.

As for the above-mentioned McGuin, he gave it to the eldest Li Zitao to solve the problem. The soldiers fought against the soldiers, and the king saw the king.

But this meeting monk is full of self-confidence, can solve all problems boss, Li Zitao is facing an embarrassing situation.

Two machine guns are pointing at the door, and one of the footfalls is gradually moving to the position behind. The rooms here are all made of wood, and the bullets come down. It's absolutely cool.

After looking at the python revolver with six rounds left in his hand, Li Zitao scolded in his heart, ”I knew I would not be handsome.”

If there will be a Chicago typewriter, then he will not cut melons and vegetables, and finish typing directly. There is no need to be so troublesome as now.

When the footstep stopped behind, Li Zitao's right foot suddenly kicked, his body soared across an arc, flashed in the air and fell behind the bed.He moved so fast that he was like a hunting cheetah that when he landed by the bedside, the green pool called Majie instinctively pulled the trigger.

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