Chapter 645: Chapter 294: Flying Eagle Gun Store_2
On the other side, Jimmy was still chatting and laughing with Allen Zhang: "This idiot probably doesn’t know there’s something called clay explosives and GPS tracking. Even if he runs far, we can take care of him."
It’s really the first time I’ve seen a criminal running away in a police car, afraid the police won’t catch you, huh?
"Boss, the signal has gone out for hundreds of meters. It looks like they’ve dropped the hostages and the groceries. They’ve also turned into a small grove," a lackey reported.
"Are you sure?" asked Jimmy.
"I’m very sure!!"
"Then blow it!!" Jimmy directly snatched the crude electromagnetic signal detonator from the lackey’s hand and pressed the red button.
The Police Chief nearby saw this and wanted to speak but held back, held back but wanted to speak.
Jimmy sneered and said: "Don’t worry, my rental car shop has plenty of cars, you can choose any car you like! Ford, Chevrolet, even if you want a Cadillac or Bentley, I can provide them! You just need to sign on the transfer list for the gun shop!"
"You guys in the suburbs like riding four-wheel pickups and sedans, huh? After all, they can block a few bullets, and motorcycles aren’t that safe. In the suburbs, it’s easy to get shot down if you’re not careful, and there aren’t as many gunfights in the city as over here, where all the officers are brave as meat shields," laughed Jimmy.
This is also an old Texas tradition, riding horses before, and now motorcycles.
But who in their right mind would patrol the suburbs on a motorcycle late at night?
Bullets from all directions rattling over, turning you into a sieve, leaving no margin for error.
Beep beep beep beep.
On the other side, suddenly delightful music started playing in the police car. Hearing this, the Tad leader initially thought he was hallucinating, questioning life, "What the hell! Whose phone is ringing? Didn’t we agree to shut off mobile signals? We could easily be tracked!"
"Boss, we’re all in a cop car, there’s no way to block the signal, right?" the lackey couldn’t help but express his doubts.
Hearing this sound, it also reminded him of a Chinese song he’d once heard: "The sound of rain outside the window tap tap tap tap..."
"You don’t understand..."
Bang!!!
The next second, there was a fiery explosion. The entire police car blew up on the spot and rolled away. The leader hadn’t finished speaking before being blasted into the sky. The gang turned black and blue, scattered all over, even the money bag got blown away!
"What a waste! Such a waste! These Texas fellas are good at shooting and all, but they have one bad thing. They don’t like licking the bag," complained the General Sect Leader vexedly.
Is that even a good sharpshooter who doesn’t like licking the bag?
Seeing the situation had temporarily come to an end, Allen Zhang also directly drove over to meet up with Jimmy and the others.
Boketu also received the next instructions over the police frequency to inspect the explosion site. After consulting the General Sect Leader, he decisively headed over in the Black Hawk.
Overlooking from dozens of meters above, he took a few tragic photos of the scene, a wrecked iron car burning in the wilderness.
Several officers also deployed with fire extinguishers to put out the fire, while others surrounded the motel building, rescuing the victims and many young girls.
"What a sin."
Allen Zhang got out of the Bentley, seeing those listless underage sex workers, and many pregnant women with big bellies, as well as those clients, he couldn’t help but criticize them.
"You’re sixty years old, and you still come here to party?"
"I paid. Officer. Is a client’s business illegal..." the sixty-year-old client said grievously, "Who hasn’t had a taste of the wild these days? At least I am free!"
"Don’t call me officer, if I were an officer, I’d blow your head off right away. There’s not a single law in Texas that says prostitution is legal! For infringing on minors and pregnant minors, how many years of imprisonment are needed?" Allen Zhang turned and asked the officer who arrested him.
"The laws differ in each area, circumstances vary, the lawyers and judges handling the cases differ, sentencing standards also vary. Given his situation, he might just get sentenced to 300 hours of community service and a few thousand dollars in bail to be released," the officer replied, "It’s always been like that."
"No wonder so many similar events happen. The sentences are too light," Allen Zhang sneered. Watching those girls and pregnant women being taken away by the officers, Allen Zhang found Jimmy again, who was still arguing with the Police Chief about transferring the gun shop.
From the start, the Police Chief never agreed to transfer the gun shop to him, and now that the affair was over and people were dead, the Police Chief started having crooked ideas.
He quibbled, "You have no idea how difficult it is to run a gun shop. It’s not just my share in here, the Veer company that provides loans in rural areas, the investors of underground casinos, and our Police Chief also have a portion. Many people get their goods from us with little risk, and the trading profits are high."
"How hard can it be? I’ll just fucking finish each of them off, right?"
Jimmy didn’t listen to his excuses and said viciously, "Do you think because they’re dead, I can’t deal with you? Fxxk you! Just for what you guys have been doing these years, I can send all of you in!"
"You haven’t got any real evidence of our Police Chief’s corruption and bribery, I just went to a hotel voluntarily with a married woman, I’m not married, what’s the problem?" The Police Chief spread his hands, started to dodge the issue, "If you want to shoot, then shoot! If you kill me, we’ll issue a warrant for you! Don’t even think about staying in Austin after this!"