America's Road To Wealth Chapter 17

  Chapter 17 This is just a misunderstanding

  Black Bodyguard Lincoln,

   There is also the Asian bodyguard Lin,

   Carrying a **** gun, go to the entrance of the pizza shop.

   And when Abel started dialing the phone.

   Outside the pizzeria,

  After the cordon of NYPD was pulled up,

   Across the police car, he called into John, the Assistant Sub-Director who was on the phone.

  He intends to pause and relax his throat.

  A sheriff next to the assistant sub-chief leaned towards his boss and was about to speak.

  Suddenly, the sheriff who was looking at the glass door of the pizzeria shrank his pupils quickly.

   "FXXKK! BOSS, SIR. Look inside, what's that?

  The FXXK, it seems that FXXK is Barrett? ! "

   At the Sheriff's yell,

  The assistant sub-director broke out in a cold sweat.

  He also saw a Negro inside,

  Ambush in a place, like magic, pulled out a Barrett and aimed at the door.

Black person,

   Barrett!

  This is too exaggerated!

  In a place like Manhattan, it's just a police call.

   To meet something as outrageous as Barrett.

  Even if it's a Hollywood Gangs movie, I wouldn't dare to shoot like this!

   "Retreat, retreat quickly. Retreat to find shelter, and immediately seek support from the headquarters! Let the SWAT people come over quickly!"

  New York SWAT refers to a special police force in New York.

  Similar to the Flying Tigers on Hong Kong Island, the general NYPD's firepower can't solve the gangsters.

   will let SWAT on.

   Just when the assistant sub-bureau chief and his subordinates were dying, they didn't even pay attention to the passers-by who were watching around, and wanted to retreat and escape.

  The police wireless phone hung on the waist of the assistant sub-bureau chief suddenly rang violently.

   At this time, the assistant sub-director actually didn't want to take care of the call.

  He is now targeted by Barrett at a distance of more than ten to twenty meters.

   At this time, I don't have the mood to answer the phone.

   But there are two wireless phones hanging from his waist.

  The left waist doesn't matter, it's mainly used to contact and direct the subordinate NYPD.

  But the wireless phone on the right waist cannot be ignored.

  Because the only one who can get through this wireless phone is generally the big boss of the NPYD headquarters.

  That is the contact information that the director of the NYPD General Bureau needs to use when he directly issues orders to the 77 branch directors and more than 200 assistant branch directors in New York City.

  Basically,

  The wireless phones of most assistant sub-bureau chiefs are generally not ringing.

  But this call is ringing, which means that the big boss is looking for you urgently.

  Even though Barrett was pointing at him and retreating in a hurry, Assistant Sub-Director John quickly picked up the wireless phone and connected it while running.

   "Hello, Your Excellency Creek. I am John Levin, Assistant Sub-Director of the Lower City District. What are your orders?"

   While backing away quickly,

   Without taking a breath, he said the above string of words in a safe and polite manner.

  Assistant Sub-Director John felt that if Director Klick knew about his current situation.

   You will definitely appreciate yourself.

   This is a 100-meter acceleration, and there is still such a thing as speaking smoothly.

   It's not that easy.

   Fortunately, when I was in college, I worked hard to learn sprinting.

  John Levine thought so.

   "Hello, I'm Klick. John Assistant Branch Chief, I want to ask, are you at the door of Charlie Brown's Pizzeria at 33 Ninth Avenue in Lower Manhattan?"

  Hearing the clear voice of the director general, the assistant sub-director John's heart suddenly tightened.

   It is indeed the NYPD boss who was favored by Mr. Rudolph Giuliani and appointed.

   Really amazing, even such an inconspicuous assistant sub-bureau chief knows where he is currently performing tasks.

  John quickly replied:

   "Yes. Your Excellency, I am currently at 33 Ninth Avenue in Lower Manhattan. There are horrible gangsters here. There is actually a bar."

  However, he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

  The boss of NYPD, Mr. Click who just took office not long ago.

  He was anxious and angry, and shouted at John through the wireless phone:

   "Fool! You did something stupid! You will be hated by 8000 PDs in New York.

   Right now, right now, I want you to go in, go in empty-handed, and apologize to the gentleman inside.

   Otherwise, you won't be able to go to work tomorrow! "

  Click BOSS's urgent and angry words made John, who was still running at a 100-meter speed, almost turn over and fall on the road.

   In a cold sweat,

  He stopped quickly,

   Temporarily found a large SUV as cover, and then responded to his immediate boss.

   "Sir Click, I don't understand. What do you mean?" John said with trepidation.

   "You don't need to understand." Responding to him was the angry voice of the Director General:

   "You just have to do it. Now, immediately, go in empty-handed, and apologize to that gentleman!"

  John wiped the sweat off his face. He didn't know if it was the cold sweat from fright, or the sweat from running too fast just now.

  He still hesitated a bit: "You mean, let me go into Charlie Brown's Pizzeria at 33 Ninth Avenue in Lower Manhattan and apologize to a person inside? Is that what you mean? Sir."

   "Your hearing is not bad. You heard me right. That's what it means."

  John swallowed,

  He couldn't resist standing up, looking over the SUV he was using as cover, and then at Charlie Brown's Pizza.

  Two police cars they drove were still parked more than ten meters away from the store entrance.

  The people who were originally onlookers nearby,

  Because of the panicked actions of these poor guys.

   Some were scared away.

  But there are also some courageous people who are not afraid of death, but they are even closer.

   Some people even looked inside Charlie Brown's Pizza, wondering if they saw the black man with Barrett inside.

  John took another breath, he really didn't want to go in.

   Barrett is too scary.

   Having served in the military, he is well aware of the power of this weapon.

  Whichever hit, break!

  Any body armor is useless.

   But then,

  The voice from the wireless police phone made him muster his courage.

  Because Mr. Creek said to him: "John Levine. I read your profile.

  You have two brothers who work for NYPD and your son works for New Jersey PD.

  You come from a PD family.

   So, you know what to do next? uh-huh? "

   Got it, John got it all.

   All moved out of his brother, and the kid he just reported to the New Jersey PD.

  John still doesn't understand.

  He could only reply stiffly: "Okay, I understand. Sir. FaithfultillDeath!!"

  The following sentence in English is the motto of NYPD, which translates into Chinese as "until death".

  Every newcomer to NYPD will use this sentence to swear.

   "There is no danger. What Faithfulill Death?" Creek was dissatisfied.

  No danger?

  Hehe, Barrett pointed, this is not dangerous?

  If Crick were here now, John would love to spit on him.

   But obviously, this is just John's fantasy.

  Because if Chief Director Klick is really here, it's too late for John to curry favor!

  (end of this chapter)

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