The reborn tyrant rises

Chapter 548: The Most Direct Way

Events continue to ferment.

Neither the vicious and vicious Johnny nor the grief-stricken Tim are going to let each other go.

It was the heavily armed arresters that temporarily restrained the two sides, but a shootout on the Chicago-to-Los Angeles State Road in the afternoon turned the already turbulent situation into: a touch of the fire.

Fight and fight, but business must continue.

Johnny.

Torrion’s large cargo was robbed, and the opponent’s attack was very ruthless, and there was no one alive.

Just when everyone was wondering who did it, Liu Jianran exhaled the last breath of his life by the seaside 300 kilometers away from Chicago.

“The dust of angelica returns to the ground.”

Murong Qingqing gently closed Liu Jianran’s eyes with surprised eyes, “I will take your ashes back and bury them in my hometown.”

Things didn’t go as Su Pingnan expected, and Jinxiu was forced to show her fangs.

What happened in the afternoon was Murong Qingqing’s hand, and the only casualty was a stray bullet that hit Liu Jianran’s head impartially.

Old Totti’s news is accurate, but the Chicago-based fast-tracking operation, which should have been launched, has gone wrong. Matthew’s former network is obviously no match for the money of the Torrion family.

The news leaked, the truck changed its driving route, and Murong Qingqing acted decisively in accordance with Su Pingnan’s instructions.

The top big tea fans have amazing combat effectiveness in the country of Stars and Stripes, a country with free firearms.

“Burn it, take it back, and bury it in Baishan.”

Murong Qingqing nodded at Di Yaoyang, “Let the person who started today get on the boat.”

“The other person who doesn’t know, must be the one Tim that bastard is looking for.”

Didn’t knock Tim out all at once.

Potts instead let the opponent blow himself up, which has already made Johnny.

Torrion was very angry, and the disappearance of a large number of goods in the afternoon made him even more angry.

“Don’t talk about your hypocritical big truths. If I’m unlucky with our relationship, you won’t be much better, dear Mr. Consul.”

Johnny.

Torrion’s voice on the phone was very calm, not as crazy as the rumored outside world.

The call is still going on.

“I know the consequences of what you said, but he moved my foundation. If I let go of this incident, countless evil dogs will bite me fiercely.”

Johnny.

Torrion knew very well what he got all this from, and when he thought about losing everything, his expression turned grim, “I won’t talk about it, I’m going to tell everyone with Tim’s head, Johnny.

Torrion is still the king of the underworld in Chicago.”

“All right.”

The other end of the phone made a concession, “You have to calm down in two days, or we will go to hell together.”

The noncommittal Johnny.

Leon hung up the phone coldly.

These sanctimonious bigwigs are fake, their countless money in the past 30 years has only been exchanged for a mere 48 hours.

“Go to hell together, go to hell together.”

Johnny.

Torion murmured, “I came from hell.”

Everyone underestimated the madness of Leon Qiang, and the generosity of his directing in seven hours shocked the entire Star-Spangled Kingdom.

So much so that this story was made into a Hollywood movie in the future, and it also received extremely high reviews and a lot of box office.

Paul.

Hagens are uglyHe is a middle-aged man with a short stature and even a little bald, but he is well-known in the newspaper and media industry of the Stars and Stripes, and all his colleagues know of his great achievements.

The famous singer McDonald’s derailment in marriage was the first real evidence he exposed, and the scandal about the financial tycoon in New York was also reported by him. Even the news about the little girl’s death in the explosion yesterday was also his report. ‘s handwriting.

“One to three o’clock in the morning: The location is the Barton Building in the South Block. I’m not sure the time, but I’m sure there is news you want most.”

The call was from a man with a standard sunburst accent, and the other party hung up without giving him a chance to ask any questions.

“George.”

After thinking about it for a long time, Paul decided to take the risk of being tricked, “Prepare the equipment, we may shock the entire Stars and Stripes again at night.”

Paul never thought that his words would become a prophecy, and the photos he took caused an uproar.

It’s half past two in the morning.

The Barton Building is an old building. It is said to be a building. In fact, its floors are not high, only the sixth floor.

The office on the sixth floor is brightly lit.

Tim.

Potts’ eyes were open, but there was no trace of sleepiness.

For safety, he can only stay in his base camp in the South Block, which is the Barton Building, and even his wife’s funeral can’t be held until all the dust has settled.

Lights went out.

Tim raised his head in surprise, but didn’t panic.

Many power facilities in the South Block are very old and outdated, and power outages are almost commonplace.

The building has a backup power supply, and the power supply should be restored in five minutes. Tim moved his body and looked out the window, and suddenly he was stunned.

“Not right.”

In his sight, the neon sign of the bar on the corner is still dazzling.

At this time, he suddenly discovered that the power outage in the entire block was only his own building.

“Call them up, there is a problem.”

Tim.

Potts picked up the phone almost instantly, and when the person below just connected, he immediately.

shouted out.

Then, the loud noise downstairs was accompanied by the sound of gunshots, “My God, is this a war?”

On the roof opposite the Barton Building, George couldn’t believe his eyes, he covered his mouth with his hand, and swallowed his exclamation back in his throat.

Paul was much calmer, and before his companions could react, he was already pressing the shutter quickly, recording everything that was about to happen.

More than 20 black Dodge off-road vehicles parked in the downstairs of the Barton Building, and sturdy men in combat uniforms got out of the car one by one. Among them, Cudo and Buffalo Billy were among them.

“Organize your weapons and fight quickly, because the time Mr. Johnny can control is only half an hour.”

The man who took the lead looked sturdy, “Now let’s go in and say hello to that bastard Tim.”

As his words fell, a car behind him had slammed into the closed door of the Barton Building at full speed, and then the sound of the glass door shattered and the sparks from the guns of the big men who followed him illuminated the entire building.

Forty-eight hours.

Johnny.

Torrion’s madness and arrogance made him choose the most direct way.

Beheading.

He’s going to storm the Patton Building, and he’s going to tell everyone that Johnny Torrion is inviolable.

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