As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Gusman hesitated between killing Norman and holding back his anger to protect his business.
All five members of Norman's team were here.
If he wanted to attack, he would have to kill Norman and the other five DEA agents. He couldn't afford the DEA's revenge.
Looking at his expression, Norman smiled.
He unhurriedly took out an iron box that was one-third the size of his palm and shook it to his ear, listening to the faint sound of impact.
Opening the small iron box, he picked up one of the seven or eight capsules inside, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
A moment later, he slowly raised his head and twisted his shoulders a few times. His face turned ruddy, and the pain in his left arm gradually faded.
He lowered his head and looked at Gusman. "Take out the money. Otherwise, I'll call someone to kill all of you! "
The anger in Gusman's heart, which had almost been suppressed by reality, rose again. "You …"
Suddenly, a series of sirens rang out, and they were approaching at high speed.
The people on both sides were stunned and looked out of the window.
Gusman slammed the table and stood up. "Norman, are you trying to rob me?!"
Norman was stunned for a moment before he smiled disdainfully. "Uncultured."
One of Gusman's lackeys couldn't help but whisper into his ear, "Boss, you won't get a cop if you rob someone else."
Gusman's feverish head cleared up a little, and he felt that he had overreacted.
At that moment, Norman said again, "Forget it. You idiot, you should just die! I'll bring someone to your house tomorrow and kill you and your two b * tches! "
Gusman finally couldn't hold back his anger any longer. The voice in his head that had been saying "Kill him" suddenly grew louder.
Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Còme
He roared angrily, "F * ck Q! Kill him! " Gusman pulled out the pistol at his waist and fired at … Mickey.
Mickey, who was turning his head and trying to persuade his boss, Norman, not to provoke the other party anymore, didn't even have a chance to react before a hole appeared in his head and he instantly died.
McGee turned his head, trying to persuade his boss Norman not to provoke the other. However, before he could react, a hole appeared in his head. He fell to the ground shortly after.
Gusman'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 the revolver from his waist.
Pa pa pa pa pa!
Six shots hit Gusman in a row.
Gusman, who had shot Mickey first, was a step behind. He only had time to shoot Norman in the stomach, and the two of them fell to the ground.
The two bosses shot at each other like a duel in a cowboy movie, leaving the people on both sides stunned for almost half a second.
Then, everyone cursed and reached for the handle of their spears.
Pa pa! Bang!
"Ah!"
"Ahhh!"
"Ahhhh!"
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 quieted down from the hustle and bustle.
Both the gang members and the DEA agents were convulsing and moaning weakly.
Only one person slowly got up from the ground.
Looking at the people lying around him, Norman suddenly burst out laughing. "Damn it, you all deserve to die."
After saying that, 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. "
A moment earlier, a squad of patrol cars had been rushing to the scene of the gunfight in the upper district.
Someone in the car in the lead was holding a walkie-talkie. "You don't have to pick me up. I hitched a ride."
As he spoke, he looked at a patrol officer in the backseat with a bitter smile on his face. "Sorry, buddy. My car was just damaged. It was sent to the maintenance department."
What could the patrol officer say?
He knew the guy in the passenger seat.
Many people in the New York police force had heard of this guy, and the patrol officer was no exception.
In fact, he had become a police officer largely because of this guy.
The patrolman said, "Just call me Kenny, Sergeant John McClane."
John said, "Okay, Kenny. When we get there, find a place to hide. Don't just stand in the middle of the road, got it? "
Kenny said, "We've learned how to deal with a large-scale gunfight, Sergeant McClane."
John's expression didn't change, and his lips curled. "How many guns have you been shot at? Do you know how many bullets a person can take without dying? "
Kenny: "… Okay, I'll hide."
Hardly had they finished talking when they suddenly heard gunshots.
John subconsciously looked at the left side of the street and raised his hand. "There's a gunfight here? It's behind that apartment building. "
The patrol officer who was driving immediately turned the steering wheel and rushed into the side street. He made a detour to the apartment building at the back, and the three police cars followed closely behind.
Ten minutes later, John walked out of the apartment with a confused expression on his face.
Touching the small camera on his chest, he took out his phone and made a call. "Boss, I have a little problem here."
Dustin reluctantly looked away from Jennifer. "Speak."
Damn it, it wasn't easy for him to find a chance to slack off for a night! That damn John!
Jennifer pinched his cheeks with a smile and stood up to go to the bathroom.
Looking at her swaying steps, Dustin swallowed hard. His heart, which had always been steady, was pounding.
But bad news came from the receiver, which made his heart skip a beat. "I found a pile of bodies here. Four DEA agents are among them, and six are probably drug dealers. Only one senior DEA agent, Norman Stanfield, is seriously injured. "
"What happened?" Dustin's attention was immediately drawn away from Jennifer, and he didn't notice that there was a gap in the bathroom door.
John looked around as he lowered his voice and spoke quickly.
Listening to his report, Dustin had already climbed out of bed. With his head tilted, he clamped the phone between his fingers and began to put on his clothes.
A few minutes later, Dustin kissed Jennifer's shower gel, which she threw at him in fright. He then said that he had a case and ran out of the room.
Jennifer was left stunned for a long time before she shook her head helplessly. "This is work."
Of course, she couldn't blame Dustin.
In fact, it wasn't the first time that she had left Dustin alone in the room.
Putting on the shower gel again, she murmured, deep in thought, "What case is it this time? I wonder if it will be handed over to me. "
The moment she said that, she immediately shook her head. "What are you thinking? Reyes won't let me get a big case easily, unless she wants me to take the blame. "
NYPD was in chaos that night, but Luke and Selina had already fallen asleep.
In the morning, Dustin used the Greater Summoning Spell to summon Luke to the police department.
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