With thoughts turning in his mind, Guzman hesitated between killing Norman and holding back to save his business.
All five people in Norman's group are here.
If he wanted to take action, he would have to kill Norman and the other five DEA agents together. He couldn't afford the DEA's revenge.
Norman looked at his expression and laughed.
He slowly took out an iron box about one-third the size of his palm from his chest, put it to his ear and shook it, listening to the subtle impact sound.
He opened the small iron box, picked up a capsule from the seven or eight capsules inside, put it into his mouth and swallowed it.
After a moment, he slowly raised his head, twisted his shoulders back and forth a few times, his face became rosy, and the pain in his left arm gradually subsided.
He lowered his head and looked at Guzman across from him: "Take out the payment. Otherwise, I will call someone to kill you all!"
The anger in Guzman's heart, which was about to be suppressed by reality, suddenly rose: "You..."
Suddenly, a series of sirens sounded and approached here at a very fast speed.
People on both sides were stunned and looked out the window.
Guzman slammed the table and stood up: "Norman, you want to rob your fellow thieves!"
Norman was stunned for a moment, then laughed disdainfully: "Uneducated."
A little brother behind Guzman couldn't help but whisper in his ear: "Boss, when gangs rob gangs, they won't call the police."
Guzman's fevered head cleared up a little, and he felt that he had overreacted.
Norman said again at this moment: "Forget it, you idiot, you'd better die soon! I will bring people to your house tomorrow and kill you and your two bitch daughters!"
Guzman's barely suppressed anger finally became unbearable, and the voice in his head that had been circling "kill him" suddenly became louder.
He roared, "Hua Q! Go to hell! Beat him to death!"
With a roar, Guzman pulled out the pistol from his waist and shot McGee in front of him.
McGee was turning his head, trying to persuade his boss Norman not to provoke the other party, but before he had a chance to react, a hole appeared on his head and he fell to the ground instantly.
Guzman's sudden outburst caught everyone off guard except Norman.
He seemed to have seen through everything a long time ago. With a strange smile on his face, he suddenly pulled out a revolver from his waist.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Six shots in a row, all hit Guzman.
Guzman, who had shot McGee first, fell behind and only had time to shoot Norman in the stomach. The two men fell to the ground one after the other.
The explosive gunfight between the two bosses was like a duel in a western cowboy movie, which stunned the people on both sides for almost half a second.
Then, everyone started cursing and reached for the gun handles.
Snap! Bang!
"ah!"
"ah!"
“Ahhh!”
The sound of gunfire and screams mixed together, and the smell of gunpowder filled the room almost instantly.
Ten seconds later, everyone in the room fell to the ground.
The room suddenly became quiet from the extreme noise.
Most of the gang members and DEA agents were twitching and groaning weakly.
Only one person slowly got up from the ground.
Norman looked at the group of people lying around him and suddenly laughed out loud: "Damn it, you all deserve to die."
After saying this, he staggered a few steps and leaned against the wall: "Mine, these are all mine. The money is mine, and the goods are mine too. Hahahaha."
Moments earlier, a fleet of patrol cars was heading to the scene of a gunfight in Uptown.
A man in the lead car was talking on the intercom and said, "You don't have to come pick me up, I'm just hitchhiking."
As he said this, he looked at the patrolman in the back seat who had a wry smile on his face and said, "Sorry, man, my car was just crashed and I sent it to the repair department."
What can the patrolman say
He knew the guy in the passenger seat.
Many people in the New York police force have heard of this guy's name, and this patrolman is no exception.
Even the fact that he was a policeman was largely due to being "implicated" by this guy.
The patrolman said, "Just call me Kenny, Sergeant John McClane."
John: "Okay, Kenny. When we get there, you should find a place to hide. Don't stand in the middle of the road. Got it?"
Kenny: "We've learned how to handle a large-scale shootout, Sergeant McClain."
John's expression remained unchanged, but he raised the corner of his mouth: "How many guns have you been shot at? Do you know how many bullets a person can take without dying?"
Kenny: "... ok, I'll hide."
As soon as the two finished talking, they suddenly heard a burst of intensive gunfire.
John almost subconsciously looked to the left side of the street and raised his hand: "Was there a gunfight here? Behind that apartment building."
The patrol officer immediately turned the steering wheel and rushed into the side street, circling around to the apartment building behind, followed closely by three police cars behind.
More than ten minutes later, John walked out of the apartment with a puzzled look on his face.
Touching a small camera on his chest, he took out his cell phone and started to make a call: "Boss, I have a little trouble here."
Dustin reluctantly turned his eyes away from Lawyer Jennifer: "Go on."
Damn it, he finally found an opportunity to slack off for a night, how could it be that easy! Damn John!
Lawyer Jennifer smiled and pinched his face, then stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
Dustin looked at the swaying steps, swallowed, and his usually calm heart began to pound.
But the receiver next to his ear brought bad news, which made his heart skip a beat: "I found a pile of bodies here, including four DEA agents and six who should be traffickers. Only one senior DEA agent, Norman Stanfield, was seriously injured."
"What's going on?" Dustin's attention immediately shifted away from Jennifer, and he didn't notice that there was a gap in the bathroom door.
John spoke quickly in a low voice as he looked around.
Dustin listened to his report, climbed out of bed, tilted his head, held the phone and started to get dressed.
A few minutes later, Dustin gave Jennifer a kiss despite the shower gel that her lawyer threw at him in fear, then said that he had to leave soon because of a case, and ran out of the room.
Lawyer Jennifer was left stunned for a long time before she shook her head helplessly: "This is work."
She certainly couldn't blame Dustin.
In fact, this was more than once or twice that she left Dustin alone in the house.
After reapplying the shower gel, she murmured thoughtfully, "What case is this time? I wonder if it will be handed over to me."
As soon as she said this, she immediately shook her head: "What are you thinking! That woman Reyes won't let me get a big case easily, unless she wants me to take the blame."
That night, the New York Police Department was in chaos, but Luke and Selina had fallen into a sweet dream.
Early in the morning, Luke was forcibly summoned to the police station by Dustin using the summoning technique.