On Fifth Avenue, at the entrance of the Gucci brand store, a bench is thoughtfully reserved for men.
Tang Song sat on the bench bored, looking at each other with a few men carrying handbags.
Regardless of whether he is rich or poor, no man likes to accompany a woman shopping.
In terms of endurance, a woman shopping is simply awakening her mutant genes.
A middle-aged man with a slightly bald head took out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes in a familiar manner and scattered them around.
There is no ordinary person who can accompany his female companion to such a brand store.
The men quickly closed the distance between them while puffing out smoke.
There are several people, two of them are in finance, one is a rich second-generation whose family has a trust fund, and another is said to have shares in Las Vegas, plus Tang Song, the gangster boss.
It cannot be said that women care about money, but if you have enough money, you will never lack women around you.
Tang Song finished twisting a string of white jade-like prayer beads on his left wrist, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and looked at the beautiful women passing by on the street with admiration along with a few other people.
"Whoever can rescue me will be paid 100 million US dollars. Believe me!"
At this time, a live TV broadcast was being played on the huge TV screen not far in front of Tang Song.
A young prisoner in an orange prison uniform suddenly pushed aside the police guarding him and shouted loudly at the camera.
Two policemen hurriedly pulled him away, and the live broadcast was cut off and replaced with an advertisement for the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.
"Are all federal criminals so arrogant now?"
No matter how coquettish Victoria's Secret models are, they cannot resist the temptation of 100 million US dollars.
Wherever Tang Song looked, he could see many people stopping to watch when they heard the news.
That's 100 million US dollars. You have to know that even in New York, the most prosperous city in the Federation, an annual salary of one million is considered a middle- to upper-class wealthy person.
One hundred million US dollars, even for a professional manager on Wall Street with an annual salary of one million, it would take him a hundred years to save up that amount.
By then their bones could drum.
Tang Song could feel the struggle and fanaticism in these people's eyes. If the criminals on TV were not in Los Angeles, Tang Song estimated that they would directly charge into the police station with guns.
Tang Song even saw a few people hurriedly getting into a car and leaving. If he remembered correctly, that direction was the airport.
"Sure enough, there is only one disease in this world,"
There is nothing more terrible in the world than being poor.
Skye, who had changed her clothes, walked out of the store carrying the latest model of sachet.
She took Tang Song's arm and came over.
For women, a cure-all can also arouse their passion.
Tang Song waved to several comrades sitting on the bench, and took Skye's arm and walked towards the Rolls-Royce on the street.
"Um?"
Tang Song tilted his head and a bullet grazed his cheek and shattered the glass of a store.
"Sniper!"
Tang Song looked in the direction where the bullet came from and met the eyes of a sniper on the rooftop of a tall building.
The sniper looked at Tang Song's gaze through the sniper scope, which seemed to be real, and his heart trembled.
He always had a feeling that the other party could see him, but the target was at least eight hundred meters away.
Never mind, let’s kill the target first.
The sniper didn't care about all this and pulled the trigger at Tang Song.
At this time, the shattering of the glass had already alarmed many people on the street.
Two gunmen got out of the Mercedes-Benz that had been following the Rolls-Royce. Together with the driver and bodyguard, the four of them pulled out their pistols, protected Tang Song and Sky in the middle, and moved towards the Rolls-Royce.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The fierce gun battle caused Fifth Avenue to explode.
Many people fled to the shops on both sides in panic, and many cars on the street even collided with each other due to hasty acceleration.
"Hey, sir, put your gun down and get down on your knees!"
Fifth Avenue is the busiest shopping street and commercial center in New York, where police cars often patrol.
Soon a police car stopped by the roadside, and two policemen, one in black and one in white, pulled out their guns at the same time and pointed them at Tang Song and the others.
At this time, four bodyguards were protecting Tang Song and the other man, who were hiding in a blind spot in the Rolls-Royce.
They were holding M9 military pistols. Although the theoretical range of the bullet could reach 800 meters, in reality the actual effective range was only about 50 to 100 meters.
Faced with the sniper's long-range fire suppression, the four well-trained bodyguards could only rely on the bulletproof capabilities of the Rolls-Royce to confront the sniper.
"boss?"
Two policemen, one black and one white, raised their guns from behind them.
The two German men turned around at the same time, half-crouched, and pointed their guns at the police.
The two sides confronted each other, and a bodyguard asked Tang Song for instructions.
“Kill them!”
Tang Song was not at all panicked by the assassination attempt. He took out a flat silver cigar box from his suit pocket and slowly pulled out a long and thin cigar.
At this time, there was nothing on the thumb of his right hand.
Although Skye next to her looked pale, she knew Tang Song's methods. She reached out and took out a gilded lighter from the latest sachet, lit it and put it to Tang Song's mouth to light the cigarette for him.
Tang Song was smoking a cigar, without even looking at the two policemen, and reached out to stroke Skye's hair.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang!”
The two policemen, one black and one white, had no time to react before they were shot to death by the two bodyguards.
"Are they killers too?"
Skye was held in Tang Song's arms, and listening to Tang Song's strong heartbeat, he felt particularly at ease.
Because of her foster family, Skye has always lacked a sense of security. She has stolen things and was sent to a juvenile detention center.
As a hacker, she strikes hard on the Internet and joins the so-called Rising Tide organization, partly because of the so-called sense of responsibility to reveal the truth about the world to society, and partly because she really lacks care and recognition in the real world.
"They came too fast!" Tang Song stroked Skye's hair, as if explaining to Skye.
He sneered in his heart. Tang Song didn't care whether he was a real policeman or not.
At this time and in this place, anyone standing behind him with a gun pointed at him will die, regardless of whether he is a police officer or not.
What if he killed the wrong person? As a gangster, it's normal for him to kill a few federal police officers!
Besides, those lawyers he hired weren't hired just to do the job.
… …
"Let's go!"
Tang Song stroked the black jade ring on his right hand. The two bodyguards used their bodies to block Tang Song and Skye and protected them. One bodyguard opened the door of the Rolls-Royce and the two got in.
A Rolls-Royce and a Mercedes-Benz drove off Fifth Avenue one after another, leaving behind a messy scene.
"Sheriff, not from our police district?"
Several police cars with flashing lights stopped on the side of the road, and several federal police officers began to cordon off the scene, recording information, and forensic doctors examined the bodies of the two police officers.
A police officer walked up to the sheriff in charge with the copied police number.
"I checked, and the police number is wrong!"
The white sheriff, who looked to be about 40 years old, was wearing a pair of sterile gloves and holding a bullet in his hand.
"7.62 high-precision sniper rifle bullet, an assassination!"
George Stacy handed the bullet to the evidence police standing by.
"Bart, take two people to a nearby brand store to retrieve the surveillance footage and find out who the owner of the Rolls-Royce is?"
"House, bring a team of people and go with me to the tall building opposite to take a look!"