The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

When all this happened, Jiang Zhentai was standing behind the crowd with a fruit plate in his left hand and his right hand in his pocket, sending messages on his mobile phone. He felt something was wrong when he saw this scene.

Zhang Mingjun is a man who can commit a bloody crime in the United States and get away with it. He doesn't know how Michael Joe will die, but he knows that after this guy dies, no one here will survive.

Just as Jiang Zhentai slowly backed away, trying to find a hiding place, Zhang Mingjun also reached out for the large ice bucket on the table in front of him, as if what was against his head was just a toy.

The waiter had just brought over an ice bucket filled with ice cubes, with two bottles of high-end red wine on top.

"You agree?" Michael Joe looked at Zhang Mingjun with some suspicion, unable to believe that the two parties had "negotiated" to an agreement like this.

"Of course, this is a full 500 million US dollars. Thank you for considering me. Since the wine has been delivered, why don't we have a drink first?" Before he finished speaking, Zhang Mingjun's hand suddenly plunged into the ice.

At the same time, the waiter who brought the ice bucket suddenly stepped forward and stood with the three men brought by Zhang Mingjun. He reached out to lift up his jacket vest, revealing four pistols stuck on his waist.

Before Michael Joe and the bodyguards behind him could react, Zhang Mingjun already had a pistol in his hand, and hot bullets were fired continuously from the cold barrel.

Behind him, three of his men, who had been standing closely together and straight, reached out their hands at the same time, pulled out pistols from behind the waiter's waist, and continuously pulled the trigger at the row of bodyguards on the opposite side who were still in a daze.

While this horrifying scene was happening, Jiang Zhentai had secretly moved to the wall. He knew that there were two bodyguards standing outside the suite door, so he chose to hide at the bar on the other side in desperation.

The moment the gunshot rang out, he bent down and hid behind the bar, took out his cell phone and sent the second text message with trembling hands.

Michael Joe was caught off guard and fell on the sofa without a word. Among the more than ten bodyguards behind him, only a few managed to draw their guns and fight back, and then they all fell in a pool of blood.

Two innocent waiters saw the situation was not good and turned to flee towards the door, but they were all shot in the back and fell to the ground.

The door of the suite was slammed open and two bodyguards standing at the door rushed in. However, they could not fire even two shots before Zhang Mingjun and his men turned their guns on them and killed them instantly.

The last bodyguard who entered the room slowly fell down against the door, looking at Jiang Zhentai who was hiding behind the bar on the other side with his eyes wide open, as if he still didn't understand what was going on.

5 to 14, Zhang Mingjun and his four men won the battle, with only one of them having a bruise on his shoulder.

"Let me go, please, the money is all yours, let me go." The second-generation rich man who was shot twice in the chest was not dead yet. He reached out his hand from his pocket with difficulty and took out the bank's electronic key.

Zhang Mingjun squatted down in front of him and took the key. He sighed in a pretentious manner, "In fact, money can also be considered a kind of poison, right? Once you are addicted to it, you will do anything for it."

"Bang bang bang" As the gunshots continued to ring out, blood continued to splatter on Zhang Mingjun's hideous face.

With a "clang", the door of the suite was kicked open. When Lin Zheling stuck his head out, he saw corpses all over the floor. Everyone who was still standing in the room pointed their guns at him.

The bullets hit the door and the wall, sending debris flying everywhere.

Seeing that it was an old acquaintance, Zhang Mingjun showed a cruel smile on his face, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth with his tongue, replaced the magazine for his pistol, and tilted his head to signal his men.

"Kill him for me."

Including the man disguised as a waiter, the four men dispersed cautiously, using the furniture in the house as cover and surrounding the door.

One of them happened to move to the side of the bar and noticed something strange in front of him. He leaned over to look and found himself standing above and below the nervous-looking Jiang Zhentai, and their eyes met.

"You" Before he could react, the door of the suite opened again and a stun grenade was thrown in.

By the time Jiang Zhentai came to his senses, Lin Zheling, who had rushed into the suite, had already shot and killed the gunman who was only separated from him by a bar, and also "delivered" him a weapon.

After throwing the stun grenade, Anna pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing two Glock 19s hidden underneath.

She rolled into the suite, her two slender arms stretched straight as she dual-wielded the guns, as if the recoil did not exist, giving people an extremely unreal feeling.

Jack was the last one to enter. He raised his hand and shot the pistol out of Zhang Mingjun's hand. The broken bullet fragments passed through the opponent's eyes, and he almost achieved the achievement of killing the BOSS of this scene.

The sound of gunfire, which was several times more intense than that of a few minutes ago, resounded again in this spacious suite of three or four hundred square meters.

Zhang Mingjun's side, which was hit by a stun bomb, had already lost the initiative. Although they fought back reluctantly while enduring the dizziness, this time the goddess of luck did not lift up their skirt for them.

Both sides are professionals, but Jack's side is obviously better. Not to mention Anna, an action agent, Lin Zheling's skills are obviously far beyond those of ordinary soldiers.

The only one who was a bit of a wimp was probably Detective Jiang Zhentai, who could only shoot a revolver normally. He might have fired more bullets in his life than the gunshots he heard today.

Although the FK7.5 in Jack's hand also uses pistol bullets, the length of the bullet body is a little longer than that of the 10mm AUTO bullet. The muzzle energy of 1200 joules can be called a powerful weapon under such close-range fire conditions.

The seemingly thickly wrapped leather sofa was broken into pieces. The gunman hiding behind two rows of sofas still couldn't escape his precise shooting. After squatting down, he couldn't get up again.

At the same time, Anna also got a kill. The battle, which was originally evenly matched in terms of numbers, turned into a one-sided crushing situation in just 10 seconds.

"Let's go." Zhang Mingjun, whose eyes and right hand were bleeding, opened the fire door leading to the safe passage at the end of the suite.

"Go away, captain!" The only one still alive besides him was the subordinate who was disguised as a waiter like Jiang Zhentai.

He emptied his magazine randomly, threw away his gun, pushed Zhang Mingjun into the safe passage, and used his body to block the fire door.

"We must avenge our families!"

However, before he could finish his words, the fire door, which normally opened outwards, opened a crack inwards as if it had been hit by a battering ram.

The gunshots stopped abruptly, and the dead body with its eyes open slowly slid to the ground. A moment later, a voice with an obvious questioning tone of "Asiba" came from the door.

The severely deformed iron-clad door was pulled open with a sharp creaking sound.

"Why does this door open outwards?"

Ma Xidao was talking to himself, holding Zhang Mingjun, who looked like a dead dog, by the scruff of his neck with one hand. Seeing the black muzzles of the guns all pointed at him, he was so scared that he quickly put them in front of him.