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Chapter 175: Internal fight within the FBI for money!

However, Roy did not stop. At the moment the fourth man raised his gun arm, Roy held the gun with his left hand and shot from the hip.

boom--

The No. 20 single-headed bullet flew out of the chamber.

A bloody hole the size of a bowl was blasted out on the fourth man's chest.

At the same time, Roy swung the dagger forward with force.

puff-

The dagger flipped in the air and stabbed into the head of the police officer five meters away.

In just three or four seconds, Roy killed five people.

The opponents reacted and raised the Glock in their hands at the same time.

Seeing this, Pierre fired first.

Chug tug tug tug——

After a burst of AK gunfire, the scene gradually became quiet.

[Use Shotgun: Shotgun Proficiency +1]

Two of the three people on the opposite side plunged headfirst into the stinking water, their bodies floated on the stinking water and were slowly carried away by the current.

Pierre, panting, turned back to look at Roy: "We...we killed our own people, why did you do it?"

Pierre looked Roy straight in the eyes.

Little Guzman laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! Exciting! Cool! This is the right thing to do. He has obviously figured it out. Follow me from now on, and I guarantee that you will have endless US dollars in your lifetime!"

Pierre looked surprised: "Could it be that you..."

Roy squatted down and lifted the collar of one of them: "Look for yourself."

Pierre squatted down with a puzzled look on his face, pulled open the man's collar, and the tattoo under his neck came into view: "Is it abnormal for a police officer to have a tattoo?"

Roy walked forward a few meters, pulled out the dagger stuck in his face, returned to Pierre, squatted down, and cut open the man's coat with the dagger.

When the uniform was lifted, all the tattoos were exposed. The chest, abdomen, and arms were all covered with colorful tattoos.

The body was turned over, the uniform was lifted, and the tattoos all over the back were exposed.

Roy said, "Have you ever seen any of your colleagues with tattoos like this?"

Pierre gasped.

Tattoos are a very common thing in America. Whether you are a police officer, a US soldier, or an FBI agent, everyone can have tattoos, but there is definitely no one who has tattoos all over the body and back. Moreover, this chaotic pattern looks like a gang member's tattoo.

Pierre was surprised: "How did you find out?"

"When he passed by me, I saw a little bit of tattoo exposed on his neck. And it wasn't just a small patch, it was a whole circle," Roy said.

"They are in disguise..."

Pierre gasped again.

Little Guzman's cheeks twitched slightly.

"The leader sent four people to follow us. Didn't you notice anything unusual?" Roy asked.

Pierre responded: "I do feel there is something wrong."

Roy said, "Let's go!"

After thinking for a moment, Pierre turned and walked ahead.

Little Guzman said as he walked: "You two's fighting ability has refreshed my understanding of this world. Don't you really want to consider it?"

Continue walking forward for about 200 meters.

The light from the flashlight appeared again in front.

Pierre and Roy stopped at the same time.

Shining a strong flashlight forward, a team of people wearing all-black special combat uniforms were running towards this side.

"FBI!! Drop your weapons!"

A SWAT team stopped ten meters away. Eight SWAT members, holding M4 assault rifles, aimed at Roy and the other two.

"Ovidi Guzman?" asked the SWAT captain.

"It's me!" replied Guzman Jr.

The SWAT captain ordered, "You two put down your weapons."

Roy and Pierre looked at each other, and Pierre said, "Show me your ID. I'm Pierre from the NYPD Emergency Operations Team."

"It's Captain Pierre." The SWAT captain pulled out his FBI ID from his chest and threw it at Pierre's feet.

Pierre picked up the document, looked at it, and nodded to Roy.

The two men lowered their guns at the same time.

Pierre pulled down his mask, revealing his face.

When the other party saw it, he also pulled down his mask to reveal his face.

Pierre knew the SWAT captain on the opposite side.

"Put down your guns!" the captain ordered.

The SWAT team members put down their guns one after another.

"The direction to Times Square is safe, follow me!" The SWAT captain turned and walked back.

Roy pushed Little Guzman.

And so, Roy and Pierre joined the FBI team.

Little Guzman continued to chatter as he walked:
"How much money can you make working for the federation? If you save me, you'll get $100 million. Wouldn't you consider it?"

"Well, no matter who among you is, as long as you rescue me, I will give you 200 million US dollars and you can divide it among yourself. How about that?"

At first, there was nothing unusual about the advancing team, but as time went on, Roy noticed that the team was moving slower and slower.

A feeling of uneasiness came over me.

Little Guzman continued, "You should all know the power of my Guzman family. I never lie. If I say 200 million, it means 200 million."

Slowly, the team stopped at the same time.

The atmosphere became tense.

The sound of running water...

suddenly!

Everyone raised their guns almost at the same time and aimed at each other.

Pierre: "!!!"

Roy: "..."

The SWAT team members were divided into two groups, the four people on the left targeted the four people on the right, and the four people on the right targeted the four people on the left.

"What are you doing?" both sides asked in unison.

"Put down your guns!" they said in unison again.

“Hahahahaha!” Little Guzman’s devilish laughter echoed in the sewer. “That’s right, if you save me, you’ll get $200 million!”

The SWAT captain raised his gun, aimed it at the deputy captain's head, and said in a low voice: "Dale, do you know what you are doing?"

Dale said coldly: "Of course I know, Captain Tim, I suggest you lay down your weapons and let me take Little Guzman away."

Captain Tim took a deep breath.

The people on both sides stared at each other's eyes, and sweat appeared on everyone's forehead. There was nothing they could do; it was too tense.

Captain Tim: "Have you planned this long ago?"

Dell smiled and said, "Yes, two hundred million dollars, aren't you tempted? If you're not tempted, what are you doing now?"

What Dale meant was that the other party was also aiming a gun at him.

Tim: "It's duty! Are you going to betray your beliefs?"

Dell: "Bullshit faith, that's all bullshit! Tim, don't think I don't know that you are also doing it for $100 million."

Tim: “…”

Dale: "Did you just hear what he said? As long as we rescue him, he can pay 200 million US dollars. In this way, our two sides will split it equally. What do you think?"

Tim took a deep breath and glanced at little Guzman out of the corner of his eye.

These people treated Roy and Pierre as air, but even if they didn't treat them as air, both sides didn't have enough manpower to control Roy and Pierre.

Tim was breathing heavily, wondering what he was thinking.

The two sides are almost face to face.

At this time, Dell shouted loudly: "Pierre, you two join us, how about we divide the 10 million dollars among the of us, million each."

Pierre: "..."

Roy narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking, if I let you guys save little Guzman, wouldn't my mission fail...

The two sides were on the verge of a fight, neither was willing to give in first. Captain Tim didn't say anything for a long time, and he must have been struggling in his heart. If he joined, he would get money, but if he didn't join, if both sides opened fire at this distance, he would most likely die here.

Two hundred million dollars...

It's really tempting.

"team leader!!"

One of the team members shouted.

"Captain, promise Dale."

"team leader!!"

"Hahaha!" Little Guzman laughed again.

Captain Tim: "I..."

boom--

Before Captain Tim could finish his words, a loud noise suddenly sounded at the scene. White smoke came out of the muzzle of the shotgun in Roy's hand, and the bullet hit the stinky water, splashing water.

The moment the gunshots rang out, the tense nerves of both sides broke at the same time, followed by intensive gunshots that rang out simultaneously.

Da da da da da——

Da da da da da——

Both sides thought that the other side fired first, and their fingers, which were already trembling slightly, on the trigger, subconsciously pulled the trigger.

In the sewer, there were gunshots and flashes of light.

The four men on Captain Tim's side fell first.

The situation on Dell's side was not much better. Three people fell in an instant, leaving only Deputy Captain Dell. Fortunately, he was not hit at such a close distance.

Seeing that all the men on Captain Tim's side had fallen, Dale immediately turned around and aimed at Roy.

Seeing this, Roy quickly hid behind Guzman Jr.

If it's for money, would you dare to shoot Guzman Jr.?

Deputy Captain Dell, whose nerves were already stretched to the limit, immediately shifted his gun to Pierre, and Pierre also aimed at Dell.

Both parties pulled the trigger almost at the same time.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

A burst of gunfire was heard...

The sewer fell silent again.

Pierre and Dale fell at the same time.

Lieutenant Captain Dell was hit by five bullets, including one in the face, and died.

Pierre was shot three times, in the thigh, arm and abdomen.

Roy quickly stepped forward to check Pierre's injuries. After a check, Roy said, "Don't be nervous. Breathe, take a deep breath. The bullet in the abdomen was blocked by the magazine and the bulletproof vest. The arms and thighs are non-fatal injuries."

As he spoke, Roy took out his own tourniquet and stopped the bleeding on Pierre's thigh, then took out Pierre's tourniquet and stopped the bleeding on his arm.

"Listen, brother, I can't take you away now. I'll take him out first, and then find someone to rescue you..." Roy said.

Pierre nodded, panting...

Patting Pierre on the shoulder, Roy dragged Pierre to the wall, leaned his body against it, turned his head and glared at little Guzman, and said, "Let's go!"

Little Guzman: “…”

Now only Roy and Little Guzman are left.

Roy grabbed the rope and ran forward.

Little Guzman asked from behind: "Two hundred million, aren't you tempted?"

"I'm here to save you..."

"Hahaha!" Little Guzman laughed disgustingly again. "I told you, no one can resist the temptation of money."

Roy sneered: "Someone asked me to rescue you."

Little Guzman was a little surprised: "What? Who do you belong to?"

Roy ignored him.

Little Guzman continued, "You are so good at fighting, how about you follow me from now on?"

Seeing that the other party stopped talking, Little Guzman snorted coldly.

After running forward about seven or eight hundred meters, Roy stopped under a manhole cover, climbed up, and pried a gap in the cover to look out.

This is a secondary road.

Looked around.

Not a single ghost.

Under normal circumstances, there would be no shortage of people on the streets of Manhattan. The gunshots were still ringing outside, and the exchange of fire between the police and the gangsters was still going on. It was obvious that there was more than one gang of gangsters.

"Come up with me!"

The two left the underground...

Roy dragged Guzman Jr. to a Ford SUV, used the butt of his gun to smash the glass, opened the door, and pushed Guzman Jr. into the cab.

Roy then squeezed in.

Little Guzman climbed over the gearbox and sat in the passenger seat.

Roy pulled out a dagger to pry open the key door, used the wire connection method to start the vehicle, and then drove the SUV straight to the agreed location with Jonathan.

The distance is not far, only about 500 meters.

The police car driven by Jonathan had been waiting here for a long time. Seeing Roy coming, he immediately got out and opened the door for him. Roy and Little Guzman quickly sat in the back seat of the police car.

Jonathan stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly towards the Bronx with the police lights on. On the way, Roy called Mahone and asked him to send someone to rescue Pierre.

At this moment...

Twin Towers, Block B.

Irina and Selina stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the same time, looking at the streets of Manhattan filled with thick smoke.

Selina said: "Roy is involved in the mission of escorting little Guzman. Will he be in danger?"

Irina shook her head: "This is nothing to him, let's wait and see what happens."

In the police car.

Little Guzman was lying on the back seat of the police car, looking at Roy's profile and said, "No matter whose subordinate you are, I suggest you just follow me. I can give you all the money. It doesn't matter who you work for. Don't you agree?"

Roy turned his head and looked at little Guzman with cold eyes.

"Hahaha! Two hundred million dollars, aren't you tempted? If I give these two hundred million dollars to your master, how much will he give you?" Little Guzman had an evil smile on his face.

Along the way, Roy said nothing.

With the police car driven by Jonathan as the escort, no accidents happened along the way. The support teams dispatched by various police stations all went straight to Manhattan and no one paid any attention to the police car.

Soon, police cars arrived at the small airport outside the Bronx.

A Gulfstream small business jet was already waiting here.

Roy cut the rope, opened his handcuffs, and pushed him out of the police car: "Go, that Gulfstream is to pick you up."

Little Guzman, who was pushed out of the car, turned around and looked at Roy: "Are you really not going with me? That's 200 million US dollars, so what's the harm in changing the owner?"

boom--

Roy closed the car door.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade the man, little Guzman shook his head helplessly, with a look of disdain on his face, and turned around and ran towards the plane.

Roy picked up his encrypted phone and called Vanessa:
"I delivered it to ..."

"Good, my people saw it."

“Are you on the plane?”

"No, I don't need to handle it myself."

"Ok!"

Roy hung up the phone directly.

Enter Irina's number and press the dial button.

The call is connected.

Roy said in a cold voice:

"Irina, let me see what the organization is capable of."

"What do you mean?"

"A Gulfstream business jet is about to take off from the Raleigh Airport in the Bronx, its destination is Mexico. I don't want this Gulfstream to leave the United States..."

Irina smiled and said, "I see. Wait."

(End of this chapter)