She doesn’t want to die, what should she do?
"Jack, Jack, Jack, who is this woman? If you tell , I’ll let you live."
Jack was trembling, constantly watching Stella.
"Answer , this is your last chance!"
Bang!
The car door closed, and a man appeared nearby. His voice was full of mockery.
"Wow, wow, wow! Darling, aren’t you done yet?"
"Fack!" Jack saw .
"Who are you?" Juan was equally surprised, this was a deal, how could soone suddenly appear?
Damn it!
Stella wanted to cry, she wanted to hold at this mont.
I was like the prince on a white horse appearing in front of her, of course, I didn’t have a white horse, and I’m not a prince.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" The operation leader was shocked, "Who the hell is this guy? Why did the antelope enter the hunting ground?"
"Heroin, all highly pure, those things can’t be ingested directly, it’ll kill people, so usually flour and li are added, then it’s mixed again, baked, and made into the final product!
High purity gold bricks we refer to as semi-finished products!
To make the goods more competitive in the market, we can fill it with fentanyl!
That makes it powerful!
kilograms of fentanyl, after mixed sales, we will profit 1.5 million US Dollar! Business is business, I’m telling you, hope you don’t interfere with my business!"
I walked towards Stella, pulled the female officer into my arms, and kissed her forehead.
"Baby, are you scared?"
The female officer shook her head, hugging my waist. "How could I be?"
[You are my hero!]
A prompt appeared above the female officer’s head, [No, you are my prince!]
I figured out it was a sting operation, but I didn’t expect the protagonist to be Stella, seeing her about to be exposed, I won’t let her get hurt.
Juan put his hand down.
He was satisfied with my answer, I’m a veteran!
These aren’t the kinds of things a regular officer or undercover could know!
Unless it’s those agents who have been undercover for a long ti.
The operation leader breathed a sigh of relief, "Nice work, he’s not one of our DEA people, is he a detective from the Upper East Side precinct? Must be a veteran undercover, he’s excellent. A talent, if possible, I’d like him to transfer to the narcotics bureau!"
"That’s right, he’s great."
"I suspected just now, this guy insisted on going into the parking lot, must have been support sent from the Upper East Side precinct."
The three drug dealers behind Juan hadn’t put down their guns.
"Frisk him!"
"This isn’t the seller’s job!"
I said coldly.
Juan’s face was full of smiles, lit a cigarette, and looked at provocatively, "This is my principle, after all, you’re strangers!"
One of the drug dealers took out a bug detector, it could clearly scan the earpiece Stella was wearing.
"Damn it! Sniper!" The operation leader shouted again, they didn’t expect Juan to be so cautious.
As long as the detector gets close, everyone’s eardrums would be dizzy, Stella would imdiately expose her identity.
I stood in front of the female officer.
Looking at my back, a strange thought surged in Stella’s heart, he’s protecting , doesn’t he know that doing this could get him killed?
The female officer knew, my actions would put in danger, but she was very touched.
Rejecting the other party’s inspection would only arouse more suspicion.
Damn it! The operation leader called out.
"Get ready to open fire!"
The scene reached its most dangerous mont.
Juan and his two n raised their guns, released the safety, fingers tightly on the trigger, they could fire at any ti.
"Are you questioning my identity?" My face turned serious.
"I am doubting you!" Juan sneered, looking at as if looking at a corpse.
"BOSS, can I leave?" Jack started crying.
"Who is he? Otherwise, I’ll kill you." Juan turned to look at Jack.
Jack knelt on the ground, "Let go." He wasn’t speaking to Juan, he was speaking to .
Juan was surprised looking at , Jack was actually afraid of .
"Who is he?"
"He’s Kenny Clark, the butcher of Miami!"
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