The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 231: There is Still Something (Four Thousand)
In the back of a pickup truck, several people looked at the situation outside and whispered, "Boss, something is wrong."

"I see." The guy called the boss had a serious expression: "These guys are taking us to a place with fewer people."

"So what do we do now? Leave?"

"Leave? Leaving is almost the same as death. Don't forget our orders. Catch up with them!"

"Yes!"

The car suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the car in front.

But the car in front seemed to have thought of it already and also accelerated.

"Boss! They're trying to run!"

"I don't care about that anymore!" The boss pulled down his mask and gave the order: "Kill them!"

The two drivers simply pulled out their weapons and started shooting at the car in front of them.

"Damn it! They found out." The co-pilot's subordinate lowered his body at this time: "Boss! What should we do?"

"Let others come to support us immediately, we'll deal with the driver first!" Robin said as he suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the car changed lanes instantly while he stepped on the brakes.

The car suddenly slowed down, while the other car continued to speed up.

Before the driver could react, the two cars were already parallel.

The Robin gun that had been prepared long ago was already in his hand.

After a few gunshots, blood spurted out from the passenger seat of the pickup truck.

But at this moment, a side door of the rear compartment of the pickup truck opened!
Seeing this, Robin turned the steering wheel again.

At the same time he growled, "Get down!"

I heard the crisp sound of a submachine gun from inside the car door.

The car turned around on the spot and drove behind the pickup truck with the sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

However, the pickup truck also turned the steering wheel sideways, and the body of the truck actually stopped on the road, with the side of the car facing Robin and his car.

The three people in the car were holding submachine guns and constantly firing the bullets in the magazines.

The bullets shattered all the windows of Robin's car and the hood was full of bullet holes.

"Change the bullet!" someone shouted and immediately started changing the bullet.

After the change, he continued firing three rounds in bursts, while the other two immediately changed bullets.

There were already people screaming and running around, and a few guys were even hit by stray bullets that bounced off the car body and fell to the ground wailing.

But the boss had raised his hand and the shooting stopped.

The three men maintained their tactical movements and slowly moved towards the car.

But at this moment, the car door suddenly opened!

Just as the three men were shooting at the car door, a hand with a pistol stretched out from under the steering wheel and started firing.

However, in this case, the bullet cannot hit people.

But the three men immediately looked for cover to avoid the bullets.

Robin and his men took advantage of this opportunity to get out of the car, and quickly moved to the back of the car while firing.

When they moved to the rear of the car, the three guys who got out of the car immediately opened fire to suppress them.

Then they saw the trunk of the car open.

The boss was stunned and immediately said, "Find cover!"

At this time, Robin poked his head out for a moment and then retracted it. Then he stretched out a rifle. Robin didn't care whether he could hit them or not, and started firing at full automatic speed.

When Robin fired, his subordinate rushed out and rushed to another place where he could set up his gun.

But just as he was about to reach the destination, there was a gunshot, and the guy let out a muffled sound, shot in the back, and fell behind the bunker.

"Tom!" Robin shouted.

But what answered him was even more intensive firepower coverage.

Robin was the only one there at this time, and the three men immediately pressed forward while firing their guns.

At this time, gunshots suddenly rang out behind the bunker where Tom was previously.

I saw a ball of blood blooming on the chest of one of the three members of the team.

While the other two were stunned, Robin rolled out from behind the trunk and fired two accurate shots from the rifle in his hand.

One of them fell down with his head thrown back, and the other was shot in the shoulder, but he also fired when he was shot.

The two men were shot and fell to the ground almost at the same time.

"Boss!" Tom rushed out shouting, but another person rushed down from the cab over there.

But before this guy raised his hand to shoot, he heard a few gunshots and the two men fell down.

"Leave him alive!" Robin, who had been shot and fell to the ground, shouted with all his strength.

Then there were two gunshots, and the guy who was shot in the shoulder raised his gun and was shot in the palm.

One shot hit him in the leg.

Seven or eight people ran over quickly: "Boss, how are you?"

"I told you to wear a bulletproof vest." Robin's face was covered in sweat, but he still said, "Go save people, go save people quickly."

As he said that, Robin struggled to get up and walked towards the living guy.

The guy was wailing on the ground at this time. Robin walked over and kicked the gun beside him away, then pointed the pistol at him, and then reached out and lifted the mask on the guy's face.

But after seeing this person, Robin's face changed: "You are not a serving soldier."

This guy has a scar on his face that runs from his forehead to his neck. With this kind of scar, he would have retired from the army long ago.

The man cursed as his mouth twitched: "Bulletproof vests and fully automatic rifles, who are you?"

Tom, who had chased after us, got anxious when he heard this: "This is our problem, bastards! You come to kill us without knowing who we are?"

But Robin's face changed when he heard this. He turned around and ran out, shouting, "Leave a few people to deal with things here, and the rest of you follow me!"

The guy lying on the ground saw Robin rushing into a car, and then an alarm was hung on the car. As the alarm sounded, the guy suddenly woke up from his dream: "Shit! Are we going to kill the police?"

With sirens blaring, Robin drove all the way to Patch's door.

He rushed over and knocked on the door: "Patch! Patch!"

A moment later, the door opened and Patch looked at the miserable Robin with a strange expression. "Agent Robin? Why are you back again?"

Robin was stunned: "Are you okay?"

A big hand suddenly stretched out, dragged Robin into the room and closed the door.

Hunter looked at Patch: "You were shot?"

Robin's body suddenly reacted at this time. He took a breath, but endured the pain and said, "Not long after I went out, I was caught by someone. One was arrested and four or five were killed. Have you seen any strange people here?" Hunter shook his head: "No."

Robin was stunned. "How could that be? The guys chasing us didn't even know who we were. I thought they deliberately led us away and came after you."

Patch looked confused: "But there really is no one else on our side."

"what?"

At this time, at Jonas's house.

Jonas, who had just finished taking a shower, walked towards the sofa wrapped in a bath towel, but when he looked up, he saw someone already sitting on the sofa.

The next moment, a gun was pressed against Jonas' temple.

Jonas raised his hands helplessly. "Hey, gentlemen, you are trespassing, do you know that? I can sue you."

"Lawyer Jonas." The man sitting on the sofa smiled; "Nice to meet you."

Jonas curled his lips. "I don't want to see you. Come to think of it, don't you know I've quit? Do we have any grudges? Or is there some money I haven't paid? How about asking your people to put down their guns? I'll pay double the money."

The man raised his hand slightly.

The gun against Jonas was put down. Jonas looked around and curled his lips: "How did they do it? Five people appeared in my house quietly? This is a high-end apartment. Do the security guards eat shit?"

"You don't seem afraid of Mr. Jonas."

Jonas shrugged. "If you want to kill me, you don't have to go through all the trouble. Did you come in when I was taking a shower?"

"If you don't sing." The leader was wearing a tight-fitting suit, with a slicked-back hair and a holster on his waist, but the gun was casually resting on his crossed legs. "Maybe you can find it?"

Jonas rolled his eyes. "Who can resist singing in the shower? Especially when you're alone. You can try it. The reverb is great."

As Jonas was speaking, he walked towards the refrigerator, and someone immediately raised his hand to stop him.

Jonas smiled and said, "I'm going to get a drink sir. I'm thirsty after taking a shower. Didn't you check my refrigerator?"

The leader waved his hand and asked the people who were blocking Jonas to make way.

As Jonas walked toward the refrigerator, the man spoke up, "We are not drug dealers, Lawyer Jonas, you should be able to tell that."

Jonas reached out and opened the refrigerator door. "That's strange. I don't remember ever offending a professional like you. Was it one of my clients?"

"No." The man said calmly, "Just a reminder for you, Patch, do you know him?"

"Yeah, I know him." Jonas took out two bottles of water from the refrigerator and held out his hand: "Do you need any? They're more than ten dollars a bottle."

“Thank you,” the man declined with a smile: “So now you know who we are?”

"I'm sorry, I don't know. I know Patch. I'm his lawyer. I'm the lawyer for many people. I even helped him get a car to surrender. If it weren't for me, that guy would be in jail now."

Jonas suddenly realized, "I see. You are from the bank, right? That guy did rob the bank. I have a recording here that I can give to you."

The man sitting on the sofa laughed: "Where is your professional ethics, Mr. Lawyer?"

"I have to live first before I can have a work ethic, right?"

"We're not here for this matter." The man said slowly; "We've also investigated you, Joe Nurse, 32 years old, a lawyer, or in other words, a drug dealer. You stopped doing this six months ago, right?"

"Yes, I think this business is too dangerous."

"You left the country once, and your supplier died. But you came back alive. And brought a few illegal immigrants with you."

"See, I told you it was dangerous."

"I just want to say that we know you very well, Mr. Jonas." The man smiled; "Our purpose is simple. We are very interested in your boss, so if you want to live, maybe you can tell us who your boss is."

Jonas raised an eyebrow.

Then he said, "You should have told me earlier, the guy named Xiu Nuo in Silver Lake Villa, he is my boss."

The man shook his head slightly. "He's just your Kung Fu mentor. An illegal immigrant is your boss? And his name is Chu Nan, isn't it? He just changed his name after coming to America. Even if he's the most powerful one among them, Wang Fugui, he only controls some gangs now. They don't have the ability to fight against us."

"You know that." Jonas' eyes widened. "Well, my boss is Dark Bazell. Is he okay? He's the reason I quit my old job."

"We know Dark Bazel very well. He is much better than those illegal immigrants, but unfortunately, it is not enough. Or they are just a link in the downstream." The man shook his head helplessly: "It seems that you won't say it unless you suffer a little."

The man said this and waved his hand, and two men in black walked towards Jonas.

But just when they were about to catch Jonas, Jonas threw a water bottle at them, then stepped back and grabbed the man on the left by the arm and pulled him forward.

As the person on the left and the person on the right collided directly, Jonas also grabbed the wrist of the person on the right.

He exerted force with both hands and held the two men in front of him with their joints twisted to act as human shields.

"Wow, it seems that your teacher who dismantled Putty Kongfu really taught you a lot. No wonder you let him live in your villa." The man looked at Jonas in admiration.

Jonas kicked the guy on his left away, his gun already drawn, and then he lowered the guy's head on his right and grinned, "It's very rude of you to break into someone's home, isn't it?"

The man just raised his gun and banged it against the wall behind Jonas. "I think it's okay."

Jonas was so frightened that he said, "Damn it! Aren't you afraid that I will shoot you?"

The man smiled and said, "You can try. We still have four of us, enough to beat you to death."

"Oh fuck!" Jonas said with a dark face: "Can you at least tell me what trouble that bastard Patch got into again?"

"Irons, what did that guy say to Patch?"

Jonas suddenly realized, "Is this what you came for?"

"if not?"

"Shouldn't you guys be looking for Patch?"

"He's just a pawn. We can tell. We're looking for the person behind it."

"I am also a chess piece."

"You're the one who's a little useful."

"Really? Do you think so? Thank you so much, sir!" Jonas smiled happily.

"You have a really good attitude, Mr. Jonas." The man sighed, "You can still laugh at this time."

"What else? It's not me who's going to get into trouble."

The man was stunned, and then a voice came from the room: "It's easy to slack off when you stay with ordinary people for a long time."

The man's face changed and he looked suddenly towards the source of the sound.

They saw an Oriental man standing in front of the French window, but the problem was that they had no idea when this person appeared!

"It's you!" The man immediately recognized Xiunuo.

Then, without any hesitation, the man pulled the trigger.

But the next scene made his face change drastically.

Not only did the bullet not fire, but the guns of all the shooters exploded at that moment.

(End of this chapter)