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"Shet."

Noticing the patrolman's expression, Simmons cursed.

He also realized that he had made a mistake.

If none of them could keep each other, what could the patrol officer do on his own?

"If I guess correctly."

The male patrolman slammed the car door and looked at the several bullet holes in the hood with fear: "Those bastards deliberately damaged my car so that I couldn't pursue it."

There was a hint of anger in his tone.

But he was secretly glad in his heart. He didn't want to chase those lunatics now. His luck might not be as good as before.

Simmons bit his cheek tightly and looked into the distance with blazing eyes.

The light from the SUV was still faintly visible.

"Whoo~"

He let out a heavy breath and clenched his fists tightly.

The person must be rescued as soon as possible, not only because the other party is his boss, but also because all aspects of the HR organization's funds are in Quinn's hands, not to mention that the other party has all kinds of fatal information.

If the guess is correct, these people will definitely go to the FBI.

If Quinn is controlled by the FBI, not a single member of the HR organization or all the big shots will be able to escape!
The main thing is.

Everything you have paid for will disappear.

"Camera."

A person next to him thought of something and quickly raised his hand and pointed at the patrol car whose windshield was smashed into pieces.

"Turn on the trip computer." Simmons also looked happy and hurriedly rushed to the police car: "Hurry up, I need to get all the images that were just taken immediately."

The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and several people present swarmed forward.

After a while.

The scene just now appeared on the screen of the driving laptop. Although the external light was not very good, most of the people were still captured.

"The man in the suit!!!"

Looking at Reese, who was standing in the most conspicuous position, Simmons' neck turned red.

In the same city.

Naturally, they had several dealings with each other, but these dealings all ended with HR suffering a loss. They had long hated Rees, and this was the first time they had gotten a clear image of the other party.

Carter, because of his skin color, looked like a shadow on it.

Policewoman Cruz standing nearby was also particularly conspicuous.

Seeing Simmons breathing heavily and tightly holding the handle of the gun in his hand, the traitor is more disgusting than the enemy!
Apart from Quinn, there were two people left.

It's just that the two people, one tall and one short, are standing relatively far back, just covered by the shade of the trees, and they can't see clearly what they look like. Although it's a bit regretful, the information they have now is enough.

"What do we do now?"

The man in a suit next to him looked at Simmons.

Quinn was accidentally caught, and now the only one who can make the decision is the other party.

"no doubt."

Simmons turned his head and looked at the plainclothes detective with his dead gray eyes: "These people are definitely going to the FBI to distribute the photos of these three people to our people."

"A bounty will be issued at the same time."

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he said angrily:

"Contact our partners. I need all street elements in New York City to receive this information in the shortest possible time. Except for Carter and Quinn, everyone else will die!"

Policewoman Carter has all kinds of HR information.

Before killing the other party, you must get all the information back, so you can only save the other party's life for the time being.

"OK."

The plainclothes detective clicked photos at the screen: "How much is the reward?"

"Three million dollars."

Simmons spoke word by word: "With the credibility of HR as a guarantee, go ahead and spread fear to our enemies." His tone was extremely firm.

In his opinion, they had just lost to the traitor. If Cruz had not rebelled, they would not have fallen into the other party's trap inexplicably, and none of this would have happened.

Now that we are fully prepared, we can definitely capture that group with HR's energy.

Several people at the scene had bright eyes and gasped.

He nodded quickly and agreed.

Three million dollars, this is an astonishing wealth, and criminals such as gangs, killers, sole traders and even pimps throughout New York City will absolutely go crazy for it.

"besides."

Simmons thought of something and said with cold eyes: "We need chips now."

Turning his head, he looked at his men: "If I remember correctly, Katna Bichi has a son, and a big-headed monster named Fusco is also her friend."

"Inform our people."

With his red neck turning white, Simmons sneered: "Get the chips as quickly as possible."

"receive."

"understood."

As he finished speaking, a voice responded and calls were made one after another.

Patting his empty trouser pocket, Simmons narrowed his eyes.

In fact, I still have lingering fears about what happened just now, but no matter what method Carter used just now, several people here were not in the house before, so I don't believe that their mobile phones were also tapped.

He looked at the villa not far away with a gloomy face and slapped the laptop hard.

Several keycaps flew up with his movements.

The dark night in New York City also became restless.

library.

The beautiful singing of Italian opera flows like spring water in the office, and the dark red wine also flows from the slender mouth of the bottle, constantly hitting the crystal wine glass.

Harold was in a good mood.

His head swayed slightly to the music, and he didn't stop until the cup was more than half full.

"guys."

He picked up the wine glass with a smile, signaled to the horse and dog lying on the ground, and said into the Bluetooth headset: "I won't wait for you to come back. Please forgive me for celebrating first."

"It is a very happy thing to be able to successfully capture Quinn."

"Though few will know."

Taking a sip of red wine, the old homeboy said with a smile on his face: "But if New York City can feel it, it will definitely thank you for removing a huge malignant tumor."

The sound traveled quickly to Queens and landed inside a Chevrolet Suburban in heavy traffic.

There is a ready-made command system.

If you don't use it, you won't use it.

So several people in the car put on Bluetooth headsets, and they all heard Harold's words.

"I can understand how you feel."

Ethan stopped tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He glanced at Quinn who was squeezed in the middle of the back row in the rearview mirror, frowned and said, "But don't tell me that you are drinking champagne."

"This is a very, very bad behavior!"

As soon as these words came out, not only the silent people in the car, but also Harold in the library blinked.

"Mayor Morgan."

He raised the glass in confusion and shook the red wine inside: "Although I don't understand what you mean, I am sure that what I am drinking is Bordeaux."

"Om~"

As he spoke, the machine next to his desk buzzed.

Notes were spit out one after another. Harold slowly turned his neck and looked straight at the machine. (End of chapter)