With thoughts in his mind, Guzman hesitated between killing Norman and taking a breath to keep the business.
All five of Norman's group are here.
If he wanted to do something, he had to kill the five dea agents, Norman, and he couldn't afford dea's revenge.
Norman looked at his expression and laughed.
Unhurriedly, he took out an iron box the size of a third of his palm from his chest, and shook it by his ear, listening to the slight knocking sound.
Opening the small iron box, he picked up one of the seven or eight capsules inside, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
After a while, he slowly raised his head, twisted his shoulders back and forth a few times, his face became rosy, and the pain on his left arm gradually subsided.
He lowered his head and looked at Guzman on the opposite side: "Take out the payment. Otherwise, I will call someone to kill you all!"
The anger in Guzman's heart that was about to be suppressed by reality suddenly arose: "You..."
Suddenly, a series of sirens sounded, and they approached here at a fast speed.
People on both sides were stunned, and they all looked out the window.
Guzman slammed the table and stood up: "Norman, you want to eat black!"
Norman was taken aback for a moment, then laughed disdainfully: "I'm uneducated."
A younger brother behind Guzman couldn't help leaning into his ear: "Boss, you won't be called a cop if you eat black."
Guzman's feverish head was a little clearer, and he also felt that he was overreacting.
At this moment, Norman said again: "Forget it, you idiot, you should die as soon as possible! I will take someone to your house tomorrow and kill you and your two bitch-like daughters!"
Guzman's barely suppressed anger finally couldn't hold back, and the voice of "kill him" that had been circling in his mind suddenly became louder.
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He roared angrily: "Hua Q! Go to hell! Beat him to death."
Amidst the roar, Guzman pulled out the pistol from his waist and shot... McGee in front of him.
McGee, who was turning his head and trying to persuade his boss Norman not to provoke him any more, had no chance to react, and there was an extra hole in his head, and he rushed to the street in an instant.
Guzman's sudden outburst caught everyone off guard except Norman.
He seemed to have seen through everything a long time ago, with a weird smile on his face, he suddenly pulled out the revolver from his waist.
Clap clap clap clap!
Six shots in a row, all hit Guzman.
Guzman, who had shot McGee first by accident, was a step behind, and only had time to shoot Norman in the stomach, and the two fell to the ground back and forth.
The two bosses shot at each other like a duel in a western cowboy movie, which stunned the people on both sides for half a second.
Then, everyone yelled and cursed, and their hands touched the handle of the gun.
Clap! bang bang!
"ah!"
"ah!"
"Ah!"
The sound of gunshots 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 fell silent from the extreme din.
Most of the gang members and DEA's agents twitched and moaned feebly.
Only one person slowly got up from the ground.
Norman looked at the group of people lying around, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Damn it, you all should die."
After saying this, he staggered a few steps and leaned against the wall: "Mine, these are mine. The money is mine, and the goods are also mine. Hahahaha."
Moments earlier, a patrol of police cars was rushing to the scene of the shootout in Uptown.
Someone in the leading car was holding a walkie-talkie and calling: "You don't need to pick me up, I'm taking a ride."
Saying this, he looked at a patrolman in the back seat with a wry smile on his face: "Sorry, buddy, my car was just crashed and sent to the maintenance department."
What can the patrolman say.
He knew the guy on the co-pilot.
Many people in the New York police have heard of this guy's name, and this patrolman is no exception.
Even when he was a policeman, he was "implicated" by this guy to a large extent.
The patrolman said, "Just call me Kenny, Sergeant John McClain."
John: "Okay, Kenny. When you get to the place, you should pay attention to find a place to hide, and don't stand in the middle of the road, understand?"
Kenny: "We've learned how to deal with mass shootouts, Sergeant McClain."
John's face remained unchanged, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Then how many guns have you been shot by? Do you know how many shots you can survive?"
Kenny: "... ok, I'll hide."
The two had just finished speaking when they suddenly heard a burst of intensive gunfire.
John looked towards the left side of the street almost subconsciously, and kept raising his hand: "There was a gun battle here? Behind that apartment building."
The driving patrol officer immediately turned the steering wheel, rushed into the side street, and circled to the apartment building behind, followed by the three police cars behind.
More than ten minutes later, John walked out of the apartment with a puzzled expression on his face.
Touching a small video camera on his chest, he took out his mobile phone and started calling: "Boss, I'm in a little trouble here."
Dustin reluctantly looked away from Lawyer Jennifer: "Say."
What the hell, is it easy for him to find a chance to be lazy for a night! Damn John!
Lawyer Jennifer smiled and pulled his face, stood up and walked to the bathroom.
Looking at the swaying steps, Dustin swallowed, his always steady heart pounding.
But a bad news came from the earpiece next to his ear, which made his heart skip a beat: "I found a pile of corpses here, including four dea agents, and six of them should be traffickers. There is only one senior dea Detective, Norman Stanfield is seriously injured."
"What's going on?" Dustin's attention was turned away from Jennifer immediately, and he didn't even notice that there was a gap in the bathroom door.
While looking around, John lowered his voice and spoke quickly.
Listening to his report, Dustin got up from the bed, tilted his head and clamped the phone, and began to get dressed.
A few minutes later, Dustin gave Jennifer a kiss against the shower gel thrown over by lawyer Jennifer in fright, and then said that he had a case to leave soon, and ran out of the room.
Lawyer Jennifer was left in a daze for a while before shaking her head helplessly: "This is work."
Of course she couldn't blame Dustin.
In fact, it wasn't once or twice that she left Dustin alone in the house halfway.
Putting on the shower gel again, she muttered thoughtfully: "What case is this time? I don't know if it will be handed over to me."
As soon as the words came out, 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."
It was night, and the New York Police Department was in chaos, but Luke and Selena had already fallen into a sweet dreamland.
In the early morning, Luke was forcibly summoned to the police station by Dustin using a great summoning technique.