run!

Run away quickly!

At this moment, Hero had only this thought in his mind.

really.

Sinaloa is worthy of being Sinaloa, and Seta is no match for it at all.

He had blood stains on his face, holding Gatlin, and fled with all his might. In order to get faster, he even wanted to throw his gun away.

But the only remaining slightest bit of reason reminded him that if he threw away his weapon and the Sinaloa catches up later, he will really die without a place to bury him.

If you have a gun in your hand, no matter how bad it is, you can at least choose to commit suicide!

He has heard a lot about these drug dealers torture people. If they fall into their hands, they will be willing to survive and die.

Sweat continued to emerge, and gradually, Hero and the other Seta people ran away.

He subconsciously ran home, but suddenly stopped again.

wrong.

Can't go home!

If the Sinaloa catch up, wouldn't he implicate his wife?

After realizing, Hero gritted his teeth and immediately changed direction. He did not choose to go home. Instead, he ran to his "ex-unit" - Los Ramons Police Investigation Bureau.

The sudden sound of footsteps scared the police officers who were praying in the police station. They all stood up subconsciously and looked at the door in panic.

"Hiro?!"

Hiro was panting, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his former colleagues.

No matter what, under the current circumstances, only this place can barely provide him with a sense of security.

"Why are there blood on your face? Are you injured?"

"No, it's someone else's."

Xiro gasped and wiped his face randomly.

A Seta drug dealer who was next to him was pierced by a bullet in his neck, his artery ruptured, and blood from the fountain shot poured into his face.

"Didn't you join Seta? Why are you back? How are you doing outside now?!"

Although the Gatlin in the other party's hand was very shocking, the director was the director after all, and he hurriedly asked a key question.

"Setta is defeated, and the Sinaloa are now in!"

At this moment, Hero, who was in a mess in his mind, blurted out and didn't think much about it.

"What?!"

Upon hearing this news, all the police officers changed their faces, were indifferent, desperate and helpless, and looked like they were in trouble.

It's over.

When Seta came in, he surrounded the police investigation bureau directly and forced them to tell the number and location of the Sinaloa people in the town.

In other words, they are Seta's accomplices!

If Sinaloa knew the news, he would definitely kill them!

No.

Maybe even more terrifying than this!

I heard that the Sinaloa once peeled a police officer and threw it into a pan to cook.

Thinking of that scene, these police officers felt cold all over and their hearts trembled. One of them was unable to stand steadily and fell to the ground.

"I just knew, I knew, I shouldn't be a police officer to investigate, I'm dead now..."

The brightly lit police investigation bureau seemed to be in a scene of doomsday.

"Bang!"

The sudden gunfire scared everyone.

Turning his head and looking, it turned out that a police officer could not bear the huge psychological pressure and committed suicide by drinking a bullet.

Poor and sad.

However, it also highlights how cruel those drug dealers are, forcing people to commit suicide than to fall into their hands.

Blood kept flowing out along his mouth, dyeing the floor red.

"Guru."

Looking at the body of his colleague, a police officer couldn't help swallowing.

Compared to being caught by Sinaloa, suicide is indeed a good choice.

But suicide also requires courage.

There must be some way to survive.

must!

"Chief, we can explain to Sinaloa that we are forced. If we don't cooperate, Seta will kill us. We are not intentionally going to sell them..."

The guy shouted, his eyes full of hope, which was the desire for survival.

"idiot!"

Director Ma Wen scolded without hesitation: "Do you think Sinaloa will accept this explanation? It will only make you die even worse!"

"Director...why don't we run! It may be too late to run now!"

run?

After hearing this, many police officers' eyes lit up.

yes.

As long as you escape from Los Ramons before being caught by Sinaloa, you may have a way out.

Although there may be guns and bullets outside at this time, maybe you will be able to hit the Sinaloa people as soon as you go out, no matter what, it is better than sitting there and waiting for death.

"Run? If you run away, what should your family do? If you can't catch you, those drug dealers will catch your family. Do you want your family to suffer the torture on your behalf?!"

The person who can be the director is indeed somewhat extraordinary. At least Marvin has to consider the problem more comprehensively than these subordinates.

Although there is no whole story, most of the police investigations in Los Ramons are locals, and their home is here.

If you can run away, the monk can’t run away from the temple.

There is no such thing as a drug dealer who is not as bad as his family.

If you catch you, the drug dealer may no longer pursue it, but if you run away, the drug dealer will definitely settle the score with your relatives and friends.

Ma Wen's harsh drink was like a basin of cold water, which quickly extinguished the hope of survival that had just been ignited by these police officers.

Many people were checking at the policeman who committed suicide, and the idea of ​​dying became stronger and stronger.

"Hero, come here."

Marvin, who was nearly fifty years old, looked at Herro and suddenly spoke.

Herro did not doubt that he was there and subconsciously walked over.

"What's wrong with the Director?"

Before he could stop, Ma Wen suddenly attacked, grabbed his shoulder, stretched out his legs, and tripped him to the ground with great ability.

"Bang!"

Hiro, caught off guard, fell heavily to the ground, showing pain on his face.

"Director, what are you doing?!"

He raised his head, his eyes full of discomfort.

Director Marvin ignored his Gatlin and snatched his knees and pressed his neck.

The other police officers were stunned.

"What are you doing when you are standing there?! Go find a rope! If you want to survive, there is only one way, which is to push the blame on him! He joined Seta and must have participated in the battle just now. Maybe if the people who killed Sinaloa will be killed, Sinaloa will probably let us go!"

Ginger is still so spicy.

The other police officers woke up from their dreams, and their eyes at Herro suddenly changed.

Human nature is never something that cannot stand the test, especially in the face of life and death.

Someone hurried to find a rope.

Herro realized that something was wrong and planned to find support, but he didn't know that he had entered the wolf's den.

He began to struggle desperately.

Not to mention, he was really strong. Seeing that the director was almost unable to control himself, several police officers walked over quickly, and they were still weak just now, but now they immediately became like a wolf and tiger, and joined forces to press Hero to the ground.

"I'll fuck your ancestors!!!"

Hero, who could not move, had bloodshot eyes, his face pressed against the ground, and he let out an unwilling roar.
Chapter completed!