US police: outlaws

[Ding! Three people killed. Assessment of their wealth and status. 3-star weapon reward obtained.]

In terms of value, one gang leader is worth two or three ordinary gang members.

[Obtain Amelie Carter's Special Bodyguard Vest, Dragonscale Armor]

[Dragon Scale Armor (Upgraded Version): Weighing 10 kg, it is made of small ceramic bulletproof tiles and new bulletproof fibers woven into a fish-scale pattern. It can withstand 40 consecutive shots of 7.62mm standard military rounds at a distance of 6 meters, and can even stop 7.62mm steel-core armor-piercing rounds.]

Li Yisen, who was driving, paused for a moment; he had looked into this thing before.

Although this thing wasn't procured by the American Army, its defensive capabilities are indeed superior to the Army's Level 4 Bodyguard Interceptor, though it's also very expensive.

The basic civilian version costs $5000, the basic military version costs $10000, and the upgraded version is estimated to cost over $20000, and there's no way to buy it.

In California, bulletproof vests exceeding Level 2 are not legally permitted for private purchase; Evelyn's vest already represents the legal limit.

In Li Yisen's view, this dragon scale armor was somewhat like a disposable item; once the ceramic inside was broken, it could no longer be used.

"It's good enough to have something to use, what's there to complain about?"

When the Toyota reached a section of highway, it turned onto a side road and successfully avoided the patrolling police car.

The enemy is not scary; the scariest thing is a traitor who knows your own side.

Lee Esen glanced at his watch and muttered to himself.

"Time is running out, let's try to resolve this once and for all."

His identity dictates that he cannot be without an alibi multiple times, especially since there is a grudge between the two parties. If someone with ulterior motives investigates, they will always find some clues.

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In a gym in the city, a burly man who is 1 meters tall is hitting a sandbag. Each punch makes the 50-kilogram sandbag shake violently, and the sound of the chains is very loud.

On the other side sat a woman in yoga clothes, the tight-fitting clothes showing off her sexy figure, and she was covered in sweat as if she had just finished exercising.

This woman is Serena Carroll, Eric Frederick's illegitimate daughter, who had met Lee Ethan once.

Serena strode over to the man, her hands caressing his well-developed and sculpted muscles in an incredibly seductive gesture that made him look on with pleasure.

"You really are a clingy succubus."

Serena laughed.

"Don't you like it, my student council president?"

The burly man's name was Clayton Barnes, 48 ​​years old, and he was the president of the 13K gang.

Clayton tightened his grip on the woman's slender waist.

"Of course I like him, otherwise I wouldn't have planned to kill my old brother who I've worked with for many years for you. You know, he used to take good care of me."

Serena placed her palms on her flat stomach.

"It's not for me, it's for us. Our children will inherit everything and become the uncrowned kings of Clermont."

The burly man became even more agitated upon hearing this, and the older brother who had taken care of him when he was down on his luck became irrelevant.

Perhaps they had a sworn brotherhood when they were struggling, and were willing to go to great lengths for each other. But the past is the past and the present is the present. Now that both sides have climbed up, only interests matter. Besides, the "eldest niece" is just too tempting. He wants both her and the money.

When will that batch of goods be shipped?

"Let's wait for their notification. By the way, don't you think the ICE investigation is rather weak and ineffective?"

Clayton asked, his eyes gleaming.

"You mean someone in ICE is working with them?"

"Who knows? It's just my guess."

Serena suddenly remembered a man who had seen her body.

"By the way, I don't want to see Ethan Lee anymore, please help me, my dear uncle... Uncle."

Clayton was completely taken in by the coquettish words, even though they were almost 20 years apart in age.

"Alright, alright, I'll arrange for someone to take care of that cop after he's discharged from the hospital. If all else fails, I'll do it myself."

"Really? Thank you, my uncle."

Just as the two were embracing and about to ignite their passion, the gym door was suddenly pushed open, and a serious-looking man in a suit walked in, completely ignoring the atmosphere.

"Boss, something's happened."

The burly man immediately stopped, his leopard-like head and piercing eyes resembling an angry Vajra, exuding a powerful aura of menace.

"What happened?"

"Patrick is dead, along with two of his men, who were shot dead. The car and the bodies were burned."

The words had barely left his lips when a loud crash rang out. A 50-kilogram sandbag had been punched right through, startling the man in the suit who broke out in a cold sweat. Serena, standing nearby, also swallowed hard, unsure whether the sandbag's surface had been worn thin from frequent use or had truly been punched through.

But the reason she seduced her nominal uncle was because of his great power, both personally and in terms of influence.

Lifting 400 kilograms is no problem for him, and his fist can kill a large dog with one punch. Calling him a human-shaped black bear is no big deal.

Serena always felt that her father was biased. Why was it that her good-for-nothing brother could inherit the thriving family business, while she, who was infinitely more outstanding, could only get a small amount of the gray business that her father didn't want?

She hated her father and her brother, so she sought out Clayton to cooperate in a plan to reclaim everything that was rightfully hers.

Clayton asked in a deep voice.

"Impossible. He just texted me not long ago to ask where I was, saying he had something important to discuss with me."

Rubio, the man in the suit, took out a photo, which was sent by his police informant.

"It really is Patrick; I can't get through to him on the phone now."

Clayton took out the phone and tried many times before he could accept the death of his trusted aide.

"Who did it? What did the police say?"

"The cops said it was a case of double-crossing because it happened in the suburbs with no eyewitnesses, the local memory card in the car was deliberately damaged, and the dashcam had no cloud backup."

The fact that someone would deliberately damage the local memory card proves that it was targeted by someone, and it's definitely not a simple reason like robbery.

The atmosphere in the room gradually became heavy until Clayton spoke again.

Do you have anyone you suspect?

"Yes, Bloodfang, one of the city's three major gangs, has been crippled by the police for drug smuggling. If we're talking about who in the city wants us dead the most, it's the Roddy gang. Those Mexican immigrants have wanted us dead for a long time so they can take over our share. They'd definitely be willing to kick us while we're down. Of course, we can't rule out other gangs wanting to take over, or even the Frederick family. Even the police officers we assassinated might be among them."

Clayton spoke in a low voice about the two suspects he feared most.

"Rodibang, Frederick."

Clayton suspected that Big Brother had discovered his ulterior motives. No, if he really suspected him, he should deal with him directly. Should he give him a chance?

"Immediately notify all officers to return to the base for a meeting. Regardless of who did it, the war has already begun. Serena, go back now and arrange the delivery. We can't delay any longer."

"Um."

Clayton donned a suit to barely conceal his muscles and led his men back to the base.

As they stepped out of the gym and were about to get into their car, gunshots rang out.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang"

Bullets, like a storm of metal, came from the rooftop across the street, piercing cars and tearing people apart.

Gunshots in the darkness sounded like a death melody.

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