America's Road to Wealth

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And the Asian bodyguard Lin,

Carrying a big black gun, go to the entrance of the pizza shop.

And when Abel started dialing the phone.

outside the pizzeria,

After the NYPD cordon was pulled up,

Across the police car, he shouted into John, the assistant chief of the police station who was on the phone.

He intended to pause and relax his throat.

A police chief next to the assistant sub-chief leaned towards his boss and was about to speak.

Suddenly, the sheriff who was looking at the glass door of the pizzeria shrank his pupils quickly.

FXXKK! BOSS, SIR. Look inside, what's that?

Then FXXK, it seems that FXXK is Barrett? !

At the sheriff's yelling,

The assistant branch chief broke out in a cold sweat.

He also saw a Negro inside,

Ambushes in one place, like magic, pulled out a Barrett and aimed at the door.

Black person,

Barrett!

This is too exaggerated!

In a place like Manhattan, it's just a police call.

To meet such an outrageous thing as Barrett.

Even if it is a Hollywood Gangs movie, I dare not shoot like this!

Back, back quickly. Back up and look for cover, and immediately seek support from the headquarters! Let the SWAT people come over quickly!!

New York SWAT refers to a special police force in New York.

Similar to the Flying Tigers on Hong Kong Island, the ordinary NYPD's firepower can't deal with gangsters.

It will let SWAT on.

Just when the assistant sub-bureau chief and his subordinates were so dead that they didn't even pay attention to the passers-by who were watching around, and wanted to retreat and escape.

The police wireless phone on the waist of the assistant sub-chief suddenly rang violently.

At this time, the assistant branch director actually didn't want to take care of the call.

Now he was targeted by Barrett at a distance of more than ten to twenty meters.

How could I be in the mood to answer the phone at this time.

But he had two wireless phones hanging from his belt.

The left waist doesn't matter, it's mainly used to contact and command the subordinate NYPD.

But the wireless phone on the right waist cannot be ignored.

Because the only one who can get through this wireless phone is generally the big boss of the NPYD headquarters.

That is the contact information that the director of the NYPD General Bureau needs to use when he directly issues orders to the 77 branch directors and more than 200 assistant branch directors in New York City.

basically,

The wireless phones of most assistant sub-bureau chiefs are generally not rang.

But this call is ringing, which means that the big boss is looking for you urgently.

Even though he was pointed at by Barrett and retreated in a hurry, Assistant Branch Chief John quickly picked up the wireless phone and connected it while running.

Hello, Your Excellency Creek. I am John Levin, Assistant Sub-Commissioner of the Lower City. What are your orders?

back quickly,

Without taking a breath, he said the above string of words in a safe and polite manner.

Assistant Sub-Director John felt that if Chief Creek knew about his current situation.

You must have a heart of appreciation for yourself.

This is a 100-meter acceleration, and there is still such a thing as speaking smoothly.

It's not that easy.

Fortunately, when I was in college, I worked hard to learn sprinting.

John Levine thought so.

Hello, I'm Klick. John Assistant Branch Chief, I want to ask, are you at the door of Charlie Brown's Pizzeria at 33 Ninth Avenue in Lower Manhattan right now?

Hearing the clear voice of the director general, the assistant sub-director John's heart tightened suddenly.

It is indeed the NYPD boss who was favored by Mr. Rudolph Giuliani and appointed.

It's amazing, even such an inconspicuous assistant sub-bureau chief knows where he is currently performing tasks.

John quickly replied:

Yes. Your Excellency, I am currently at 33 Ninth Avenue in Lower Manhattan. Terrible gangsters have appeared here. There is actually a bar.

However, he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

The boss of NYPD, Mr. Click who just took office not long ago.

He was anxious and angry, and shouted at John through the wireless phone:

Fool! You did something stupid! You will be hated by 8,000 PDs in New York.

Immediately now, I want you to go in, go in empty-handed, and apologize to the gentleman inside.

Otherwise, you won't be using it for work tomorrow! !

The anxious and angry words of BOSS Creek made John, who was still running at a 100-meter speed, almost turn over and fall on the road.

In a cold sweat,

He stopped immediately,

I temporarily found a large SUV as cover, and then responded to my immediate boss.

Sir Creek, I don't understand. What do you mean? John said tremblingly.

You don't need to understand. Responding to him was the angry voice of the Director General:

You just have to do it. Now, immediately, go in empty-handed, and apologize to that gentleman!

John wiped the sweat off his face. He didn't know if it was the cold sweat from fright or the sweat from running too fast just now.

He was still a little hesitant: You mean, let me go into Charlie Brown's Pizzeria at 33 Ninth Avenue in Lower Manhattan and apologize to a person inside? Is that what you mean? Sir.

You've got pretty good hearing. You heard me right. That's what it means.

John swallowed.

He couldn't resist standing up, looking over the SUV he was using for cover, and then at Charlie Brown's Pizza.

Ten meters away from the store entrance, there were still two police cars they drove.

The people who were originally onlookers nearby,

Because of the panicked actions of these poor guys.

Some were scared away.

But there are also some courageous people who are not afraid of death, but they are even closer.

Some people even looked inside Charlie Brown's Pizza, wondering if they saw the black man with Barrett inside.

John took another breath, he really didn't want to go in.

Barrett is so scary.

Having served in the military, he is well aware of the power of this weapon.

Hit it and break it!

No body armor of any kind.

But next,

The voice from the wireless police phone made him have to muster up his courage.

Because Mr. Creek said to him, John Levine. I read your profile.

You have two brothers who work in NYPD and your son works in New Jersey PD.

You come from a PD family.

So, you know what to do next, right? uh-huh?

Got it, John got it all.

Moved out his brother, and the kid he just reported to the New Jersey PD.

John still doesn't understand.

He could only reply stiffly: Okay, I understand. Sir. Faithful till Death!!!

The following sentence in English is the motto of NYPD, which translates into Chinese as until death.

Every newcomer who has just joined NYPD will use this sentence to swear.

It's not dangerous. What Faithful till Death? Klick was dissatisfied.

No danger?

Hehe, Barrett pointed, so there is no danger?

If Creek were here now, John would love to spit on him.

But it's clear that this is just John's fantasy.

Because if Director Creek is really here, it's too late for John to fawn on him!