North American riot police: Start by arresting P. Diddy!

Chapter 37 Move out! (Seeking monthly ticket)
Gus had been chewing over Chief Griffin's words from last night all day.

Until night fell and the critical moment of negotiation with the Salamanca family was about to begin, he still couldn't figure out what the old policeman meant.

There were only two things clear in his mind:

First, he has been closely watched by the other party. Whether it is the open fried chicken business or the secret drug trade, it will be difficult to escape the close surveillance of the Chicago Police Department.

Another point is that the old policeman seemed certain that he would die at Rorschach's hands.

This is also what puzzles Gus the most. Both Griffin and Old Mike seem to have great confidence or fear in Rorschach.

At this moment, in the car on the way to the negotiation site, Gus was stroking his mobile phone with his fingers, staring deeply at the front.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang and he quickly answered it.

"Have you found out? Where is he now?"

"The person is missing? How did you follow him?!"

After hanging up the phone, Gus felt a sense of foreboding.

The men he sent to keep an eye on Rorschach's home day and night had already lost track of him.

If it were usual, it would be fine. After all, the other party was an elite paratrooper from the army's ace unit, and it would not be difficult to get rid of a few gunmen.

But the problem was that in half an hour he would be negotiating with the Salamanca family, and Mexican guests would also be present.

Considering what Director Griffin said last night, Gus was certain that Rorschach must be secretly plotting something again.

He suddenly looked up and asked Old Mike, who was driving in front, "Any movement from that bastard's friends or colleagues?"

Old Mike shook his head slightly and answered truthfully, "Except for the Irish brothers who have disappeared, we have ambushed gunmen in several other locations. As soon as we receive the news, we can take action immediately and eliminate all the targets."

"very good."

A sinister smile appeared on Gus's face.

He just didn't believe that Rorschach could get to him under the protection of hundreds of gunmen.

What's more, he holds the lives of everyone close to Rorschach in his hands!

Soon, under the cover of night, a convoy of vehicles drove into an abandoned park.

This place, which even homeless people rarely visited in the past, now gathers a lot of people.

Outside the reinforced concrete archway at the entrance, rows of stern-faced gunmen, most of them Latino, were patrolling the area.

Once inside the park, there were all kinds of gunmen standing there, staring coldly at Gus and his group who were coming from a distance.

After getting off the car, Gus was not in a hurry to meet with the Salamanca family.

He first looked around carefully, and saw that there were only sparse trees and dilapidated fitness equipment around. With so many gunmen patrolling, there was no place to hide.

"Hahaha Gus, Chicago is your territory, why are you so timid?"

A teasing voice came from the distance. It was the lobbyist sent by the Mexican drug lord - Fernando, a Latin man with a mustache.

Gus nodded to him, and then, surrounded by his men, strode towards the two groups of people waiting in front.

At the same time, on the trunk of a big tree eight hundred meters away.

Rorschach was carefully adjusting the crosshairs of his sniper rifle, his finger lightly touching the wind vane as he stared calmly through the scope at Gus's position.

It’s a shame, this guy is surrounded by bodyguards.

There is currently no opportunity to kill with one shot.

"Hector, I can assure you that neither your nephew's death nor the destruction of the D-product warehouse has anything to do with me."

Gus went straight to the point and explained the whole story to the old man in front of him with eyes like a vulture.

"It's all the work of a Chicago police officer named Rorschach Butcher. He wants our two families to kill each other."

However, Hector remained unmoved, his eyes cold.

In his opinion, whether what Gus said was true or false, both of them had committed an unforgivable crime.

One of them seized his drug market, and the other not only killed Tu Ku, but also killed the two nephews he sent to assassinate him.

Both of them had reasons to die, and both of them deserved to die.

"I came here today not to discuss that policeman with you, but because of you!"

Hector's voice was low and hoarse. "You have no respect for our family at all. Even if it was a misunderstanding, my nephew died because of you, but you have no regrets. Why did you bring so many gunmen to demonstrate?"

Fernando on the side also interrupted: "Gus, Hector is right. We are only here for negotiations today. It is not appropriate for you to bring so many people."

Gus remained calm. As a black man, even though he could give his boss more profits, he was still not considered one of their own by the two Mexicans on the opposite side.

He didn't explain why he brought so many gunmen with him. After a moment's thought, he said calmly, "Twenty million US dollars as compensation. But the condition is that I don't want to see your people wandering around my territory again."

Fernando was surprised to hear this. He had learned about the conflict between the two families before coming here, and it could be said that everything stemmed from the greed of the Salamanca family.

But no one expected Gus to take the initiative to make concessions in order to stop the fighting. This was really not in line with the style of this black man.

He nodded slightly to Hector, signaling him to stop while he was ahead.

But when Hector saw Gus's indifferent attitude, the anger in his heart became even more difficult to contain.

He suddenly pushed Fernando away and said viciously, "Do you think money can solve the problem? You should kneel down and apologize to me! The business in Chicago was built by me and my family! It's you, an outsider, who took over my business!"

When Fernando heard this, he was immediately displeased: "Hector, don't forget, we all contributed."

“Shut up!” Hector interrupted him mercilessly, pointing at Gus and Fernando and shouting hysterically: “This is all our Salamanca family’s business!”

"Salamanca's money! Salamanca's blood!"

Gus suppressed the anger in his heart, took one last look at the stubborn old man, shook his head, and turned away.

Negotiating with someone with this attitude is simply a waste of his time.

However, the Mexican gunmen around them drew their guns almost at the same time, and pointed their black muzzles at Gus and his group.

Immediately afterwards, Gus's men also reacted quickly, drawing their guns and pointing them at each other, and a standoff broke out between the two sides.

"Hector! Are you crazy?" Fernando's face turned pale and he yelled at the old man beside him.

Hector seemed not to hear anything. He stared at Gus's back with a sinister look in his eyes and said coldly, "Today, you either bow your head and admit your mistakes, or don't even think about leaving alive!"

The situation instantly became extremely tense, with more than 200 gunmen each setting up their own camps, and the situation was like a powder keg ready to explode.

Time passed quickly in seconds, but whether it was the gunmen on both sides or Gus and Hector, they just stared at each other, and no one dared to act rashly.

"Fuck the ink."

Rorschach, who was hiding in the tree, couldn't help but curse coldly.

Just a second later, Gus's head was exposed in the scope.

But now it seems that it no longer matters.

He quickly adjusted the muzzle of his gun and aimed at another target.

Then, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

"Bam—!"

Gunshots ring out!

Hector, who was standing at the front of the crowd and looking fearlessly at Gus, suddenly had his head explode like a ripe watermelon!
Blood instantly splattered all over Gus, and then, before he could recover, several more people from the Salamanca family fell down one after another, also shot in the head.

"Sniper! It's Gus's man!"

The Salamanca family finally reacted and began to fire wildly at Gus's side!
The originally stalemate situation instantly heated up!
Under the protection of Old Mike and his men, Gus quickly moved towards the bulletproof car.

He glanced around coldly and said through gritted teeth, "It's Rorschach! It must be this bastard!"

Old Mike had no time to respond. Although they had the advantage in numbers, they were surrounded by the enemy and it was extremely difficult to break through.

After finally returning to the bulletproof car, Gus quickly took out his phone and sent a group text message:
The content is concise and to the point, with only two words - Move out!

He looked around quickly through the bulletproof glass.

Rorschach must be here!
This damn bastard must be hiding here!

Relying on the sturdiness and powerful firepower of the bulletproof vehicle, they rushed to the exit of the park despite the constant gunfire behind them.

But just as they were about to drive out of the park, a deafening explosion sounded!
"Rumble"

The park's arched gate collapsed in the explosion, turning into a pile of rubble and concrete, blocking them at the entrance.

“Click—!”

Rorschach jumped down from the tree and quickly loaded the automatic rifle in his hand.

The sniper expertise of only 60 proficiency is still not enough. Now it’s time for him to practice his best CQB individual close combat!

at the same time.

After receiving Gus's orders, the gunmen in various corners of Chicago loaded their guns and quickly broke into their respective target houses.

In particular, in a high-end apartment building in the North District, more than a dozen disguised gunmen squeezed into the elevator and pressed the target floor button.

The person living there is Rorschach’s partner during this period - Powerpuff Ginny!

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