American TV series Detective's Daily Life

When the top bosses of the group heard this, they all looked at Alario. Although they didn't say anything, their eyes were full of: "What kind of mental illness have you provoked? The key thing is that the real non-human beings are special!"

But when they turned around and looked over, they saw that Alario had quickly gone upstairs.

Those who were smart also quickly followed.

The one who was slower to react took a few steps behind, his eyes flashed, he gritted his teeth, turned around and ran towards other rooms.

As always, this kind of estate has authenticity.

Rooftop.

A helicopter parked here, and Ellario quickly went up with a few of his men. He sat directly in the driver's seat, glanced at the four snipers who died tragically on the roof, started the helicopter directly, and took the helicopter with him. Several of his cronies flew back.

The helicopter flew higher and higher, and flew farther and farther, as if it were side by side with the bright and huge moon.

Just when Alario and the others were cheering that they had escaped.

There was a snap.

The helicopter shook.

Everyone was licking blood from their knives, so they naturally realized that the bullet hit the helicopter. They subconsciously looked towards the roof of the manor, and vaguely saw a figure standing on the roof, holding a sniper rifle, pointing this way. .

This scared them out of their wits.

"Don't be afraid! This is an armed helicopter, bulletproof..."

Alario immediately comforted his men and himself.

"Yes, yes! Otherwise it would have exploded just now!"

His subordinates immediately agreed with joy.

In movies, whether it's a car or a helicopter, as long as it hits or is shot, it basically explodes.

The fact that they were shot but didn't explode said it all.

However, as soon as they finished speaking, a fire rose in their eyes, and then nothing happened.

In the bright moon disk, a dazzling fire light bloomed, temporarily suppressing the brilliance of the bright moon.

Chuck admired this explosive art, threw away the sniper rifle in his hand, and went downstairs to clean the battlefield.

Drug lords only use cash. The amount of cash a top drug lord like Alario has accumulated over the years cannot be dealt with by a wall.

At the very least, it's a warehouse of cash.

Although he is not short of this little money, the small target is still meat. This time he came and killed the direct murderer. The biggest benefit of establishing his prestige was realized, so he should get some money casually.

This is Alario's base camp, a secret warehouse dedicated to storing cash. In the eyes of the detective, there are no secrets and nothing to hide, so he can easily find and open it.

Looking at the mountains of beautiful knives inside, Chuck shook his head.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be difficult to take away this money even if it were placed here for others to take. But fortunately, Chuck did not need to do it himself.

He walked out of the secret room of the warehouse, easily caught a few drug dealers who wanted to hide in a good location, and assigned them to start moving the cash that they were jealous of to the car. He stood on the balcony, looked outside the manor, and said softly: " It’s time to come.”

A few kilometers away from Hacienda Elario.

In a secret place, a heavily armed team is lurking here. The leader is holding a night telescope and has been observing the movements of the manor.

Even though they were so far apart, even though the gunshots were thundering, the team members held their breaths one by one, as quiet as if there was no one here.

It wasn't until the helicopter exploded into a dazzling fireworks show under the night sky that someone finally couldn't help but speak, with a tone full of disbelief: "This is too cruel? Did one person really attack it?"

"I'm afraid so."

Seeing the captain fighting the entire battle outside the manor, his tone was extremely complicated.

With the support of the sharpest intelligence, it can be said that they have a clear understanding of the strength of the manor in front of them.

Even for a special operations team like them, it would be very difficult to break in.

Not to mention the arrogant way of giving advance notice and knocking on the door directly.

That's really unthinkable.

But now someone has actually done it in front of them. One person almost destroyed a large Qatari drug cartel.

This is difficult for them to do.

"Then what happens next?"

After the conversation started, someone couldn't help but ask.

"wait!"

The captain pressed his communication headset, reported what they saw, and then said one word.

Unknown location.

In front of a large central screen composed of multiple display screens, many staff members were operating computers. Two middle-aged white men, a man and a woman, stood in front of the large screen and looked at the screen. One screen showed the captain's perspective of the night battle telescope, and the other screen showed This is exactly what Chuck looked at the camera when he knocked on the door just now.

Various sounds like gunshots and screams could be heard clearly.

When the captain reported and asked, the middle-aged white man standing frowned, thought for a while, and ordered the captain to get closer and observe.

Although they control the secret door of electronic equipment and can monitor and monitor, this monitoring is very random and depends on the location of the drug dealers who are carrying mobile phones.

Monitoring is better.

But for surveillance, if the phone is in your pocket, even if the video function is automatically turned on, it will be lonely.

At this moment, special operations personnel have to rely on close observation. They can use the perspective of the special operations personnel's helmet cameras to more accurately understand the actual situation and conduct remote tactical micro-management.

After the order was issued, the special operations team outside the Alario Manor immediately carried out the order and rushed straight to the manor fully armed. They advanced according to the tactics and finally approached and discovered that under the command of Chuck, they were carrying boxes of cash. action.

In the remote control micro-operation center, the middle-aged white commander saw all this from the perspective of the special operations team. His eyes immediately lit up and he ordered without hesitation: "Clear the target and clean the battlefield!"

These are Alario’s years of savings!

Damn it!

Damn it!

It’s all wrong!

After hearing the order, the special operations captain took a look at the mess inside the manor. He hesitated for a moment, then agreed and began to direct the team to attack Chuck who was standing on the balcony.

Then he understood why the top drug lord was wiped out by one person despite all his efforts.

The top sniper in the team had already targeted Chuck immediately, and after receiving the order, he shot without hesitation.

However, the shot missed.

Then there was no more.

When the special operations team failed to clear the situation, it was wiped out by the group.

This time, the commander of the remote control micro-control center finally saw clearly through the helmet camera of the special operations team member that Chuck was shooting one by one as an accountant assassin.

The whole process is so smooth.

But this silky smoothness made everyone in the remote control micro-control center stunned, and the whole place was silent.

The middle-aged white commander was also stunned.

"Zoom the camera closer, he seems to be saying something!"

The female subordinate next to me reminded.

The operator immediately zoomed in and saw Chuck's lips moving slightly.

"Get me a lip reader immediately!"

The middle-aged white commander was anxious and angry.

But before their men could react, a voice came from their communicator. As their expressions changed drastically, all the small screens on the big screen went black, and then switched to the perspective of the helmet camera of the special operations team member. The densely packed Chuck tilted his head, faced the camera, and smiled: "Assassin's Creed, Americans don't kill Americans!"

The sound is clear and bright!

The smile is bright and sunny!

Information friendly and kind!

But everyone, including the middle-aged white commander, had chills running down their spines. If it hadn't been for the helmet cameras of other members of the special operations team capturing the scene of the team being wiped out by a group of headshots, they would have really wanted to believe it.

The middle-aged white commander looked extremely ugly.

This operation was entirely his responsibility.

He had planned well. First, he asked Alario to send someone to assassinate Chuck, the detective who the boss believed must be eliminated.

If it succeeds, the task is completed, which is great.

It doesn't matter if you fail. Anyway, layer after layer, it doesn't involve you.

And if Detective Chuck is really that strong, it would be even better to follow the clues and hunt him down layer by layer until he reaches Alario.

Because although he can let Alario do the dirty work, Alario is not his subordinate. On the contrary, the two are still in a competitive relationship.

Peers are Chi Guoguo’s hatred.

So when he saw that Detective Chuck first killed the drug lord who actually attacked, and then gave Alario an "assassination" notice, he was very happy.

If two tigers fight each other, one of them will be injured.

It's best to lose both sides and get injured!

So he arranged a special operations team to prepare to be the oriole, clearing out the enemies that would harm both sides in one fell swoop. Not only would they accomplish their original goals, they would also be able to kill their peers and occupy more market share.

Finding the secret room of Alario's cash warehouse directly was an unexpected surprise and the biggest reward.

So after seeing the money, even if only one person died, Detective Chuck was incredibly powerful, but he still wanted to be stunned and immediately chose to take action.

But he never expected that no matter how exquisite his micro-control was, it was just a beautiful idea.

The elite special operations team he had high hopes for was no better than Alario's men, and because they had no numerical advantage, they were wiped out without even a counterattack after firing the first shot.

What's even more frightening is that Detective Chuck's people instantly hacked into their communication system, took control of their system, and issued this mocking threat.

What Assassin's Creed, what Americans don't kill Americans!

These are all irony!

But at this moment, he had to admit that the super agent under Detective Chuck really had their characteristics.

What he said sounded nice, but his actions were so vicious.

Very American spirit!

"You know what you did?!"

The middle-aged white commander suppressed the shock in his heart and stared at Detective Chuck expressionlessly.

He didn't know if this man was Detective Chuck. Although he had a different face, he was just not sure if he was.

But that doesn't stop him from treating the other person as his.

At the very least, he is the one who detects Chuck!

In the initial calculation, there was another possibility, that is, Detective Chuck encountered a crisis and gave in, and they came forward to help him solve it, and then recruited him again.

"It doesn't matter whether I know or not."

Chuck smiled: "The important thing is that you know!"

The middle-aged white commander stared at Chuck silently for a while and ordered to cut off external contact.

What was exposed this time was not only the terrifying combat effectiveness of Detective Chuck, but also his incredible hacking ability.

In this era of information and communication, the power of the two combined is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two.

When the middle-aged white commander ordered his subordinates to strictly check the network, he left the remote control micro-operation center and found his colleagues through a secret method. After exchanging pleasantries, he quietly asked: "How is the Stumbling Stone Project going? ?”

His colleague looked at him in surprise: "Are you in trouble?"

The middle-aged white commander explained the matter calmly, causing his colleagues to shake their heads: "He is not an ordinary person. What you did this time was too hasty."

"It's all about executing orders."

The middle-aged white commander looked at him: "Can you help?"

"Of course I'll help this place!"

The colleague laughed.

The middle-aged white commander was not surprised or moved. He nodded and left.

Although he didn't say it completely, the superhuman fighting power of Detective Chuck revealed in just a few words was enough to attract the strong interest of his colleagues.

Um.

The stumbling block plan of colleagues requires talents like Detective Chuck!

Colleagues will come in automatically without him asking.

After dragging his colleagues into the water, he finally recovered a little from the setback in tonight's action plan. He returned home and was about to relax when he received messages one after another.

It’s not urgent news from colleagues and subordinates.

Rather, they are joyful greetings from family members.

But it made his whole body shudder.

"Husband, thank you for the roses. Why are you sending them here at this time?"

"Dad, how did you know that I like this phone? What a surprise!"

"If you have time to send someone to deliver a gift, why don't you just show up at my door tonight."

"Old classmate, what do you mean?"

"..."

One message after another, just like a network, all his close relationships sent him messages, and the network directly made him unable to breathe.

You know, how long has it been?

Detective Chuck actually checked him out, and arranged for his family and friends' favorite gifts to be delivered to everyone in a hurry.

What a domineering threat lies behind such gentle means!

Even a ruthless professional like him felt fear. His face was pale, and when he thought of something, he quickly took out his encrypted phone, and regardless of whether it would be exposed, he called the colleague he had just met: "Forget what we just said and stop all actions!"

On the other end of the phone, the colleague who had just met was surprised and asked the reason, and he agreed, but he knew that the other person was like him, living in darkness, without restraint, and used to being domineering, and it was impossible to really stop, so I can only remind you again and again: "Absolutely don't involve your family!"

The colleague seemed to understand something after he repeated his insistence over and over again, and agreed in a deep voice.

The middle-aged white commander heard that his colleague understood and agreed. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, hung up the phone, looked around, and talked to himself in a loud voice.

"I gave up. I'm just a tool. These things in the future have nothing to do with me. I've done what I can. There's nothing I can do if he doesn't listen to me. Anyway, I have his contact information. Americans don't lie. American……"

If he had known that Detective Chuck could do this, he would not have gone to see his colleagues to ask about the Treadstone Plan.

But now that he has been exposed, he also knows that his colleagues will never listen to him, so there is naturally a reason why he made this call.

He really doesn't want to continue anyway, and the responsibilities must be sorted out.

He believed Detective Chuck could see it.

Don't come to him if you have any problems in the future, just treat him like a piece of shit.