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Huang Wen speculated that this house should be a place where stolen goods were sold. The reason why Sheriff Yves came out with a frown was probably because the selling price did not satisfy him.

However, Huang Wen didn't care about these issues, and he didn't mean to go in and snatch the assets of the Gelian Gang, although in theory, these assets were his spoils.

But in this way, it is too easy to be exposed. In addition, Huang Wen has no channel to sell the stolen goods. If he walks from Jinbin, Huang Wen feels sorry for it, so he just doesn't bother to pay attention to it. Anyway, the last 1000 million US dollars , enough for a long time.

"Okay, the matter is settled, just wait for the money to arrive!" Sheriff Yves looked around at his subordinates, "Keep your mouth tight, don't let the rumors leak, the money should be distributed to you, whether it is I'm still the boss, and I won't give you less!"

"Thank you, Boss Yifu!" The police officers laughed, looking very flattering, "Then Boss Yifu, we'll go first..."

"Go, let's go!" Sheriff Yves waved his hand impatiently, watching the police officers leave, and then glanced at the low house behind him, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, "Hmph! Di and I You dare to earn the money of Boss Jin Sen, and when the time comes, you will have good fruits to eat!"

Saying that, Sheriff Yves took a deep look at the door of the low house and walked out of the alley, while Huang Wen stood on the side of the road. After hearing Sheriff Yves's words, his eyes suddenly widened. Bright.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Is there a better scapegoat than the people in this short house?

Uneven distribution of accounts, resentment, and death near the low house, others don't know what Sheriff Yves is doing, how can Sheriff Dickinson not know?

Thinking of this, Huang Wen took out a melon seed, looked at Sheriff Yves who was getting closer, and knocked a melon seed.

"Crack!"

"What sound?" Sheriff Yves happened to be passing by. When he heard the movement, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he looked around vigilantly, but saw nothing.

Huang Wen waved his hand gently, and a melon seed shell landed on the collar between Sheriff Yves' coat and shirt, and then got stuck there.

"Bang!" As Sheriff Yves walked out of the alley and just passed the corner, an explosion reminded him that Sheriff Yves' head and neck were separated.

Huang Wen shook his head when he heard the explosion, and there was a faint movement in the low house. They were not clean at all, so what if they really didn't do it?For the death of a sheriff, there must be a scapegoat, otherwise, Sheriff Dickinson cannot afford it.

And the low house that was originally sold off, unclean, and had a feud with Sheriff Yves, was naturally the best scapegoat.

Chapter 38 The actor Sheriff Dickinson (please collect and recommend investment)

Soon, Huang Wen returned to the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall, and the rest of what happened had nothing to do with him. Anyway, all of Huang Wen's previous revenge had been reported, and Sheriff Yves was an extra.

After Huang Wen returned to the Wing Chun martial arts hall, although Logan heard the movement again, this time he did not intend to come out. After all, he knew that Huang Wen was going to seek revenge, and Logan could not run out to ask Huang Wen. Did you succeed in revenge?

And things were just as Huang Wen expected. After hearing the explosion, there was movement, not just the people in the low house. The police officers who were going to celebrate the extra gain and went to celebrate heard the news. The explosion, subconsciously looked at each other, and looked a little hesitant.

"Just now, what was that sound?"

"I don't know, it sounds like an explosion..."

"No, it sounds like a gunshot to me, and it doesn't seem to be an ordinary gun, it should be a large-caliber gunshot!"

"There, isn't that where we just left? Boss Yifu, shouldn't he..."

Speaking of this, the faces of the police officers changed suddenly, especially the two police officers who followed Sheriff Yves into the low house, and they looked at each other.

"Just now, Boss Yifu and the person negotiating the price were a little unhappy. They deducted a lot of money. Could it be that Boss Yifu is in conflict with them again?"

"Let's go back and have a look. If something happens to Mr. Yifu, we won't have any good fruit to eat! The director will not let us go..."

A group of police officers took out their guns vigilantly, and slowly groped back to where the low house was just now. When they just saw the previous intersection, their expressions changed!

It can be clearly seen from the front that Sheriff Yifu's body and head are separated, and there are several people from the low house power, frowning at the corpse, then groping forward and moving the corpse away .

"Don't be impulsive!" The oldest police officer grabbed the young police officer who was about to rush out. "This is their sphere of influence. They have support at any time. Hurry up and notify the chief and the police station!"

"Jingle Bell!"

While resting in Beauty Township, Sheriff Dickinson, who looked a little tired, was just about to fall asleep when he suddenly heard his cell phone ring.

"Who is it? Is that yellow-faced woman urging you to go home?" A coquettish voice sounded, "Didn't you say that you were going to divorce her? You won't eat clean, don't you admit it?"

"Don't make trouble, it seems to be a phone call from some subordinate." Sheriff Dickinson frowned and picked up the phone. He thought of the recent incident where Sheriff Yves sold the stolen goods, and motioned the woman beside him to shut up with his eyes.

The woman is very sensible, and has no intention of making trouble, and quietly hugs Sheriff Dickinson's body.

"Hey?"

"Director! It's not good, something happened to Mr. Yifu. Those people want to eat our goods!" A slightly urgent voice sounded.

"What? Do they have the guts?" Sheriff Dickinson's eyes flashed with anger, "How is he, Yves?"

"Boss Yves is already dead, and his head has been beaten..." The young police officer's voice was a little frightened and angry. "They are dealing with the body of Mr. Yves. Old John let us notify the chief of your support first."

"Yves is dead?!" Sheriff Dickinson's pupils shrank suddenly, and he realized the seriousness of the matter. Originally, if Sheriff Yves was only slightly injured, everything would be fine. Long dead, things will be big!

Although the police rank of Sheriff Yves is two levels worse than his, he is also a deputy sheriff. To be a deputy sheriff, he is not comparable to a low-level police officer, a police detective, or even a police supervisor and a police superintendent. .

If any sheriff has an accident, the general bureau above must pay close attention to it. If this matter is not handled properly, his position as the sheriff of the Dickinson Sheriff's Branch may not be able to be preserved!

"Damn, how dare they have such courage!" Sheriff Dickinson looked very angry, pushed the woman around him, and notified every police officer in the precinct through the emergency contact information of the police system. .

After a while, Sheriff Dickinson led a group of police officers to surround the passage near the low house. Mark, who was in charge of the short house, noticed that something was wrong and hid in the low house. For a while, he didn't know whether to fight or not. It's time to run away.

When Mark found out about the death of Sheriff Yves, he realized that something was wrong. However, there was no one around and there was no trace of any police officers at the time, so Mark made a wrong decision.

He wanted to cover up the death of Sheriff Yves, at least not in a short time. Otherwise, Sheriff Yves died near the low house, and they had nothing to do with them.

But unfortunately, Sheriff Dickinson came much faster than Mark imagined, and even came quietly. The police officers from the sub-station who were hiding in the dark happened to see them dealing with Sheriff Yves' affairs, which made the yellow muddy. Dropped in the crotch, it's not shit, it's shit.

Mark looked at the heavily-armed police officers from the precinct. Although they also had various heavy weapons in their low houses, a complete firefight with the police officers in the precinct would be equivalent to starting a career in exile.

"Ive found out that this was a place where stolen goods were sold, and came here alone in advance to step on the site. I didn't expect that he was killed!" Sheriff Dickinson looked at the police officers in the branch with a sad face, and his eyes were red. There were even tears falling.

"Ive sacrificed for the police station. I will report his achievements to get the greatest benefits and pensions for Ive's family..."

Sheriff Dickinson's expression and words are full of contagion. Even the police officers who don't know the truth have believed the words of Sheriff Dickinson. As for the police officers who know the truth, they have no intention of telling the truth.

Including the young, impulsive police officer, because he also knows that if the bubble of this lie is burst, not only Sheriff Dickinson, but most of the police officers in their entire precinct will lose their jobs. even sentenced to prison.

"And now, the people inside are a group of terrorists. Ive has been brutally killed by them. We have to arrest them and avenge Ive, regardless of life or death!" Sheriff Dickinson took a deep breath, as if As he finally took his breath away, he swept over a group of police officers with flickering eyes and said.

"However, I don't want others to sacrifice again, so you must take good care of yourself and avenge Yifu on the premise of saving your own life!"

"Vengeance for Sheriff Yves!" All the police officers shouted.

Mark, who was still in the low house, heard this, looked at his subordinate, took a deep breath and said, "Damn it! It seems that this Dickinson is going to put this matter on our head. Go, he won't leave alive..."

"Who killed Yifu, don't let Lao Tzu find you, Lao Tzu and you will never die!"

"Now, there's no need to fight recklessly, keep the green hills, not afraid of running out of firewood, let's leave along the secret road, and let's avoid this for a while before talking about it!"

Chapter 39 Task Impact and the Prize of Drawing a Hammer (Please collect and recommend investment)

As Mark made a decision, although the faces of the subordinates were filled with unwillingness and anger, they still gritted their teeth, with a fierce light flashing in their eyes, and quickly carried the valuable things in the short house with them, and walked along the secret. Dao is ready to escape from here.

Outside the low house, Sheriff Dickinson, who had mobilized the police officers, was also worried that Mark and the others would run away, so he quickly winked at his confidants, and several police officers from the blasting team came out and installed them on the door of the low house. a bomb.

"Oh!"

After the police officers retreated to a safe distance, the bomb exploded, directly blasting the door of the low house. Sheriff Dickinson waved his hand, and the police officers rushed into the low house.

"Chief, no one!" Soon a police officer delivered the news, causing Sheriff Dickinson's complexion to sank.

"Search! Reported before, didn't they just go in? See if there is a secret passage, catch up!" Sheriff Dickinson thought of the news reported by his subordinates and immediately issued a new order.

"Oh!"

There was another explosion. When a police officer discovered the secret passage and rushed in, he was injured by a bomb left by Mark and others. Two police officers died on the spot and three were seriously injured.

"Notify the ambulance to come, leave someone to deal with the wounded, and the rest, continue to pursue! Take precautions!" Sheriff Dickinson's expression did not fluctuate, and he continued to issue orders.

The casualties are still within Sheriff Dickinson's tolerance, but they are just a few low-level police officers. The police officers above the detectives did not rush into the low house, but were outside to assist the command and guard the important roads. .

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Soon, there was a gunshot in the secret passage. It was a shootout between the police officers of the branch and Mark and others. In the end, even though Mark and the others had terrain and heavy weapons, they were all killed.

After all, there was too much movement in the shootout. In the end, not only the police from other precincts were disturbed, but even George Stacy, the chief of the New York Police Department, rushed over after hearing the news.

This made Sheriff Dickinson, who had planned a strategy, panic all of a sudden, but fortunately, due to the stubborn resistance of Mark and others, the entire short house, including Mark, was eventually shot dead on the spot.

"I need an explanation, Dickinson!" With a sullen look on George Stacy's face, he looked at Sheriff Dickinson, "It's not just me, the Bureau of Investigation and the Political Style Inspectorate, and even the media, you should also Let me give you an explanation, this time, there are more than a dozen police officers who were killed or injured, and there is also a deputy sheriff..."

"Don't worry, Director! I will definitely give a satisfactory account of this matter!" Sheriff Dickinson hurriedly made a promise. "On the media side, I will also come forward to ensure that it can be resolved!"

"Okay, I hope you can do as you said, otherwise, public opinion and public opinion alone is enough to take off your clothes!" George Stacy gave Sheriff Dickinson a deep look, "Now, you Just get the media!"

"Yes! I'll arrange it right away, and I'll handle the reporters who come here!" Sheriff Dickinson nodded and walked to the reporters who were forcibly stopped outside by the police, shouting that they wanted the right to know .

"Everyone, I'm the person in charge of this operation, the director of the 19th New York Precinct, Dickinson." Sheriff Dickinson took a deep breath and looked a little sad. At the same time, he glanced at one of the female reporters. The one who shared the bed with Sheriff Dickinson before.

"In the jurisdiction of our [-]th Bureau, there is a dark force that sells stolen goods. Our branch has been watching them for a long time. This time, I sent Deputy Sheriff Yifu to investigate the matter..."

"But I didn't expect that the most vicious terrorists would find Yves and kill him brutally. After I got the news, I immediately organized the police officers of the branch to arrest these terrorists and bring them to justice!"

"As a result, everyone has seen that these terrorists have all kinds of heavy weapons in their hands, which caused great trouble to our operations. Although we completed the task and killed them all, some police officers died again. …”

"Sheriff Dickinson, then, how do these terrorists have so many heavy weapons?" The female reporter asked Sheriff Dickinson as soon as she finished speaking, as if she had been prepared.

"This is from all kinds of gangs underground in New York, and it is the source of their weapons for these terrorists!" Sheriff Dickinson's face flashed a trace of anger, and said in a deep voice.

"So, since these underground gangs caused this tragedy, does Sheriff Dickinson have any plans to deal with the gangs?" The female reporter asked again before all her colleagues had time to speak.

"Of course there is!" Sheriff Dickinson nodded, "I won't reveal the specifics, so as not to leak the rumors, but the underground gangs in the jurisdiction where the 19th sub-bureau is located, don't imagine how much better it was before!"

"Sheriff Dickinson, Ive and other police officers who died because of this operation, what will they do with their funerals?" the female reporter asked for the third time in the angry eyes of her peers.

"They all sacrificed to maintain social stability, and they deserve honor and pensions!" Sheriff Dickinson solemnly promised, "I will report this matter to get the most pensions for their families!"

"Okay, as usual, I have already answered the three questions. For this action, I still need to report to the above, and the follow-up to deal with this matter. If there is any problem, wait until I have finished dealing with it, and then go to the 19th bureau. Come to see me!"

After speaking, Sheriff Dickinson nodded, turned and left, leaving behind a group of reporters who looked at each other and the proud female reporter.

In the end, the reporters had no choice but to leave. As for the report, how can it be reported? There are only these three issues in total, and naturally only these three issues can be reported.

Sheriff Dickinson also started reporting on this operation. With the operation of the personal connections behind Sheriff Dickinson, this matter was quickly suppressed without the media criticizing it.

"Is this what you did?" The next morning, Huang asked Logan and his party to eat at Uncle Zhong's place. Logan saw the news report. Although he did not ask directly, his eyes made Huang Wen understand what Logan meant. .

Huang Wen shook his head, indicating that the follow-up matter had nothing to do with him, and then his thoughts diverged and he thought about the matter of winning the lottery for ordinary items after completing the task of Sheriff Yves last night.

Originally, Huang Wen still had some expectations in his heart. After all, this was Huang Wen's first mortal-level item lottery. From this lottery, one should be able to roughly know what kind of items will be in future mortal-level lottery draws.

"Ding! Congratulations on getting the rank item, the hammer (from a Shaolin football car mechanic, special note: as a car mechanic, it is logical to have a hammer by my side)"

"This broken hammer has a hammer!" Huang Wen threw the hammer into the system space with a head full of black lines.

Chapter 40 The Subsequent Influence of Bao Zilei (Please collect and recommend investment)