American drama of life
Chapter 83 It's very important to me without you!
Chapter 83 It's very important to me without you!
Shootout center.
Luke's version of Spider-Man subconsciously imitated the movements before Quicksilver started, and then pinched a bullet flying in the air, walked up to the fully armed Boyett, and placed the bullet's warhead in the middle of his eyebrows .
After that, he took the time to remove the bunch of keys from the waist of the dirty police detective who was still there, leaving the car keys behind.
He glanced at him who knew nothing, smiled, ran quickly to the outside of the encirclement, opened the trunk of a taxi on the road, and hid in it skillfully.
"End time pause!"
When Luke silently ended the time pause in his heart, he heard a loud and classic shout from afar: "A police officer is injured, a police officer is injured..."
Taking a taxi quietly, after several turns, he came to the house of the dirty police detective Boyt, used the time pause again, got out of the car, and opened the door of his house with the key.
While it's not the first time he's been in, he's also wearing the impossible-to-recognise Spider-Man suit.
But he was as cautious as he was, as he was when he first came in, and in a state of stillness, he checked the room again to make sure there was no photography equipment.
After confirming that there was no one, the end time was suspended, and I came to Boyte's secret safe, opened the safe with the password and key, and looked at the stacks of knife music inside.
"All right, all right..."
Luke took a deep breath, and slowly extended his hand to Dao Le in the safe, but his attention was always on the firefighter system in his mind.
During this period of time, he seemed to be the shadow of dirty detective Boyett, following him in and out of the other party's multiple secret strongholds including his home, and witnessed the other party's black gold with his own eyes.
At that time, Luke had the idea of checking to see if he could beat the edge of the firefighter system after erasing the threat.
Emmm.
He is not called black eating black, but stealing from the rich and giving to the poor.
Compared with those rich people, he is too poor.
Then it's time to witness the miracle.
When Luke's hand completely touched these knives, and the firefighter system never gave any warning, Luke knew that the ball was right.
The black gold in this safe is all in 20 denominations, only $10.
After Luke put it away, he glanced around, and walked out again in time suspension.
Those secret strongholds are the big ones.
Now it belongs to him, the poor man.
Go back to your car, put on your coat and turn into Luke again, and drive to the next stronghold.
Just then, the cell phone left in the car rang.
"Lucy?"
"Luke, did you know that Boyett is dead!"
"w~hat~?"
Luke showed his skills as a powerful actor. When he heard the news, he was three points shocked, three points surprised, three points unbelievable, and one point relieved.
Lucy lowered her voice and said with joy: "I just got the news that the street gangs were fighting. He led the team to deal with it, but was accidentally hit on the forehead by the stray bullets of those street gangsters, and shot in the head."
"Can a stray bullet hit the forehead?"
Luke is a professional, and he must perform a full set of acting, and continue to act there.
"You're not a policeman, you don't know, the bullets of those street bastards are completely random."
Lucy said with a smile: "I can only say that God can't stand Boyett's bad deeds this time. He will be sent to hell directly. You are safe."
"Help me find out more details, please?"
Luke half-truthed: "The most important thing is is this really true?"
"it is true!"
Lucy was happier than Luke, and repeatedly guaranteed the accuracy of the news.
After hanging up the phone, Luke drove to the rest of the secret stronghold of Dirty Detective Boyt, swept away the black gold inside, and counted it carefully, it was as much as 128 million.
These are all cash, which cannot be used for large expenditures such as paying rent, otherwise they will definitely be targeted for investigation.
But when used for daily living expenses, it is basically enough for a lifetime.
In the future, Luke can completely save his wages after deducting the rent for investment, and use cash for the rest if he can.
Moreover, Boit is an old fritter who has been involved in the anti-mafia group for 15 years. He has been investigated and accepted bribes many times but has retired unscathed. His black money does not have to worry about being tracked.
The storage of the money made Luke hesitate.
It is not safe to put them all in the apartment, and staying in these secret strongholds may be taken away because of the investigation and exposure after Boyett's death.
Luke didn't have a suitable place to store it for the time being, so he finally decided to take the money back first, and then find a way to store this large sum of money in batches.
That night.
Luke didn't know how those people spread all the money on the bed, and then lay on the money to sleep.
The next day.
To work.
Fire Station 51.
"Luke, did you hear that?"
The vice-captain, Casey, changed his previous despair and anger, and came over refreshed: "Boit is dead!"
"heard."
Luke nodded: "If you do bad things, even God can't stand it."
"Yes!"
Vice-captain Casey thought of his state of being on the verge of collapse due to extreme pressure from the opponent before, and couldn't help gnashing his teeth in hatred: "Do you still remember the man on the top floor we rescued last time?
Her son is a gangster on the street, and he is more filial. Seeing that we saved his mother, he wanted to repay him and agreed to be an undercover agent for me to arrest Boyte.
Originally, I was still discussing with Antonio, planning to take pictures of the evidence that Boyd contacted him tonight, but I didn't expect him to die first. "
"It turns out that this is what you guys discussed quietly before."
Luke made a sudden gesture.
Actually he knew about it.
But scoff at it.
Even if everything goes well, so what if Boit is really caught?
With the other party's personal connections, and the information he has on the streets of New York, in the world of American TV dramas, where the art of trading is the most important, even if he is locked up, he will not be locked up for a long time.
Then it must be the so-called cooperation with NYPD to fight criminals. Slowly, the endless crimes on my body are gradually washed away, and even promotion and salary increase are just around the corner.
As for the innocent victims who were killed or injured because he insisted on protecting his son, and whose families would suffer endless suffering in the future?
Those are just a few lines of numbers in the art of trading.
After all, this is American drama life.
It doesn't matter to Luke that justice is done, and the dirty detective turns his back on the good to help fight crime vigorously and become the killer of crime.
It is important to Luke not to have this malignant tumor that is extremely cruel to ordinary people and good people!
After calling the police a few times, Dawson's brother, Detective Antonio, came over, and the deputy captains, Casey and Luke, officially reported the fact of Boyett's death.
"He's dead, his son's affairs can go through the formal procedure, and there will be no more obstacles. Don't worry."
"Great."
Dawson lost his composure.
Who made her have a crush on the vice-captain Casey who has a fiancée?
"Do you have any other questions?"
Luke noticed that something was wrong with Antonio's demeanor, and asked actively.
The deputy captain, Casey, recovered from the hug with Dawson, and looked over with a concentrated expression.
After being nearly collapsed under extreme pressure some time ago, he dare not overestimate himself now, and is very worried that Antonio still has some bad news to say.
ps: The editor said that I set this small goal after nearly 1000 follow-ups. I thought it would not be difficult to achieve.
However, the average order is 404, let alone the small goal of 1000, and even the 500 full attendance line set by China Literature has not been reached.
Setting the full attendance line of 500 average subscriptions in China Reading is to tell the authors not to write if the average subscriptions do not exceed 500 after two months of writing.
The author wants to continue, but if you can’t even get full attendance, it’s really meaningless to continue writing. The number 404 is full of apocalyptic proverbs.
Starting tomorrow, we will increase the average subscription by 2 for a period of time. The average subscription can exceed 500 and then 3 updates, and the score will be better.
(End of this chapter)
Shootout center.
Luke's version of Spider-Man subconsciously imitated the movements before Quicksilver started, and then pinched a bullet flying in the air, walked up to the fully armed Boyett, and placed the bullet's warhead in the middle of his eyebrows .
After that, he took the time to remove the bunch of keys from the waist of the dirty police detective who was still there, leaving the car keys behind.
He glanced at him who knew nothing, smiled, ran quickly to the outside of the encirclement, opened the trunk of a taxi on the road, and hid in it skillfully.
"End time pause!"
When Luke silently ended the time pause in his heart, he heard a loud and classic shout from afar: "A police officer is injured, a police officer is injured..."
Taking a taxi quietly, after several turns, he came to the house of the dirty police detective Boyt, used the time pause again, got out of the car, and opened the door of his house with the key.
While it's not the first time he's been in, he's also wearing the impossible-to-recognise Spider-Man suit.
But he was as cautious as he was, as he was when he first came in, and in a state of stillness, he checked the room again to make sure there was no photography equipment.
After confirming that there was no one, the end time was suspended, and I came to Boyte's secret safe, opened the safe with the password and key, and looked at the stacks of knife music inside.
"All right, all right..."
Luke took a deep breath, and slowly extended his hand to Dao Le in the safe, but his attention was always on the firefighter system in his mind.
During this period of time, he seemed to be the shadow of dirty detective Boyett, following him in and out of the other party's multiple secret strongholds including his home, and witnessed the other party's black gold with his own eyes.
At that time, Luke had the idea of checking to see if he could beat the edge of the firefighter system after erasing the threat.
Emmm.
He is not called black eating black, but stealing from the rich and giving to the poor.
Compared with those rich people, he is too poor.
Then it's time to witness the miracle.
When Luke's hand completely touched these knives, and the firefighter system never gave any warning, Luke knew that the ball was right.
The black gold in this safe is all in 20 denominations, only $10.
After Luke put it away, he glanced around, and walked out again in time suspension.
Those secret strongholds are the big ones.
Now it belongs to him, the poor man.
Go back to your car, put on your coat and turn into Luke again, and drive to the next stronghold.
Just then, the cell phone left in the car rang.
"Lucy?"
"Luke, did you know that Boyett is dead!"
"w~hat~?"
Luke showed his skills as a powerful actor. When he heard the news, he was three points shocked, three points surprised, three points unbelievable, and one point relieved.
Lucy lowered her voice and said with joy: "I just got the news that the street gangs were fighting. He led the team to deal with it, but was accidentally hit on the forehead by the stray bullets of those street gangsters, and shot in the head."
"Can a stray bullet hit the forehead?"
Luke is a professional, and he must perform a full set of acting, and continue to act there.
"You're not a policeman, you don't know, the bullets of those street bastards are completely random."
Lucy said with a smile: "I can only say that God can't stand Boyett's bad deeds this time. He will be sent to hell directly. You are safe."
"Help me find out more details, please?"
Luke half-truthed: "The most important thing is is this really true?"
"it is true!"
Lucy was happier than Luke, and repeatedly guaranteed the accuracy of the news.
After hanging up the phone, Luke drove to the rest of the secret stronghold of Dirty Detective Boyt, swept away the black gold inside, and counted it carefully, it was as much as 128 million.
These are all cash, which cannot be used for large expenditures such as paying rent, otherwise they will definitely be targeted for investigation.
But when used for daily living expenses, it is basically enough for a lifetime.
In the future, Luke can completely save his wages after deducting the rent for investment, and use cash for the rest if he can.
Moreover, Boit is an old fritter who has been involved in the anti-mafia group for 15 years. He has been investigated and accepted bribes many times but has retired unscathed. His black money does not have to worry about being tracked.
The storage of the money made Luke hesitate.
It is not safe to put them all in the apartment, and staying in these secret strongholds may be taken away because of the investigation and exposure after Boyett's death.
Luke didn't have a suitable place to store it for the time being, so he finally decided to take the money back first, and then find a way to store this large sum of money in batches.
That night.
Luke didn't know how those people spread all the money on the bed, and then lay on the money to sleep.
The next day.
To work.
Fire Station 51.
"Luke, did you hear that?"
The vice-captain, Casey, changed his previous despair and anger, and came over refreshed: "Boit is dead!"
"heard."
Luke nodded: "If you do bad things, even God can't stand it."
"Yes!"
Vice-captain Casey thought of his state of being on the verge of collapse due to extreme pressure from the opponent before, and couldn't help gnashing his teeth in hatred: "Do you still remember the man on the top floor we rescued last time?
Her son is a gangster on the street, and he is more filial. Seeing that we saved his mother, he wanted to repay him and agreed to be an undercover agent for me to arrest Boyte.
Originally, I was still discussing with Antonio, planning to take pictures of the evidence that Boyd contacted him tonight, but I didn't expect him to die first. "
"It turns out that this is what you guys discussed quietly before."
Luke made a sudden gesture.
Actually he knew about it.
But scoff at it.
Even if everything goes well, so what if Boit is really caught?
With the other party's personal connections, and the information he has on the streets of New York, in the world of American TV dramas, where the art of trading is the most important, even if he is locked up, he will not be locked up for a long time.
Then it must be the so-called cooperation with NYPD to fight criminals. Slowly, the endless crimes on my body are gradually washed away, and even promotion and salary increase are just around the corner.
As for the innocent victims who were killed or injured because he insisted on protecting his son, and whose families would suffer endless suffering in the future?
Those are just a few lines of numbers in the art of trading.
After all, this is American drama life.
It doesn't matter to Luke that justice is done, and the dirty detective turns his back on the good to help fight crime vigorously and become the killer of crime.
It is important to Luke not to have this malignant tumor that is extremely cruel to ordinary people and good people!
After calling the police a few times, Dawson's brother, Detective Antonio, came over, and the deputy captains, Casey and Luke, officially reported the fact of Boyett's death.
"He's dead, his son's affairs can go through the formal procedure, and there will be no more obstacles. Don't worry."
"Great."
Dawson lost his composure.
Who made her have a crush on the vice-captain Casey who has a fiancée?
"Do you have any other questions?"
Luke noticed that something was wrong with Antonio's demeanor, and asked actively.
The deputy captain, Casey, recovered from the hug with Dawson, and looked over with a concentrated expression.
After being nearly collapsed under extreme pressure some time ago, he dare not overestimate himself now, and is very worried that Antonio still has some bad news to say.
ps: The editor said that I set this small goal after nearly 1000 follow-ups. I thought it would not be difficult to achieve.
However, the average order is 404, let alone the small goal of 1000, and even the 500 full attendance line set by China Literature has not been reached.
Setting the full attendance line of 500 average subscriptions in China Reading is to tell the authors not to write if the average subscriptions do not exceed 500 after two months of writing.
The author wants to continue, but if you can’t even get full attendance, it’s really meaningless to continue writing. The number 404 is full of apocalyptic proverbs.
Starting tomorrow, we will increase the average subscription by 2 for a period of time. The average subscription can exceed 500 and then 3 updates, and the score will be better.
(End of this chapter)
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