Marvel's princess becomes king

Xiao casually took out an ID. Her voice was still very slow, and to a few outsiders it sounded like she was deliberately mocking.

"Look clearly, LAPD! Dominic Toledo, you were arrested for fifteen counts including theft, endangering public safety, illegal driving, illegal modification, illegal possession of firearms, causing disability... Got it!"

With a bunch of pistols pointed at his head, Dominic didn't dare to resist. He was a tyrant, not Thanos, and his head was not as hard as a bullet. There was a click, and the handcuffs were put on. Brian, the FBI agent, hadn't seen clearly what was going on. What happened was that his good friend and brother-in-law was arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department.

Recently, Charlie's side has repeatedly solved major and important cases, and the efficiency of the prosecutor's office has also been greatly improved.

My boss and second-in-command, the bald Dominic Toledo, did not even bother to explain. He confessed to what he had committed and was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison without any parole.

FBI agent Brian, who was in love with Dominic and had sex with his sister, wanted to help, but Charlie just suppressed him, even if the FBI had a higher level than the Los Angeles Police Department, it was useless.

One is the big boss of the police station, and the other is a pawn of the FBI. They are not on the same level at all.

Catching Dominic is just a small incident, but collecting evidence of the drug lord's crimes is a big deal.

After a confused search, the results were very poor. This Braga is a very traditional and cautious person. He does not trust computers at all, let alone the Internet. All transaction records are traditional ledgers, and no one except himself Know where the ledger is.

Xiao also only came into contact with the organizer of underground racing, Mexican Campos, who was said to be Braga's loyal brother.

Xiao's suggestion of arresting Campos to extract a confession was rejected by Bella. Xiao is now a living person, and living people will leave traces when doing things. Even if she wants to extract a confession, she, a living person, should not do it.

Technology is of little help, Bella can only send supernatural hands to solve the problem, she sent the ghost nun!

The breaking point was the little Mexican man named Campos.

There is no drug lord named Braga in this world. This is why the FBI and the Los Angeles Police Department can't find him. The real Braga is just a fake identity. The little Campos who organized the competition looked in the mirror. No one knows who Braga is, only he knows the truth because he is Braga.

The status of Mexicans in European and American circles has always been low. Braga is short, dark-skinned, and unattractive in appearance. He is the European and American version of "unlike a man." Does he look too mean? Even his subordinates will think that he is messing around with you? fell shame.

How to do it? This little Mexican got a vest number named Braga and hid it by himself. He seemed to be just a loyal boy who organized the racing.

He has always imagined that he can have a majestic face and a tall and strong body, but unfortunately these things are all natural. In the mirror, he is still thin, with curly hair, a big nose, and a big face. Not to mention majestic, he Looking at it myself, I feel like I don’t look like a drug lord, but more like a comedian.

Um? Looking in the mirror? He suddenly noticed a dark figure floating in the mirror? He turned around quickly and looked around, but there was nothing behind him.

He cautiously took out his pistol and pressed the emergency call on his mobile phone. Was he usually pretending to be a pig? But he was not a pig. How many of his subordinates knew his true identity? At this time, three powerful men He rushed in in a hurry.

"boss?"

"There are enemies?"

They looked around the house and saw nothing unusual? They felt that their boss was a little nervous.

The little Campos didn't think so. How could he get along like a fish in water in Mexico and Los Angeles? How could he survive until now in the face of being chased by police and gangs in many places? What he relied on was his premonition of the crisis. He felt there was danger in the house and immediately gave up. Without hesitation, he called his subordinates.

"Let's get out of here first." His intuition was dangerous, so he trusted his intuition.

He put one of his men in front and two in the back, and walked out in a very safe formation.

"Ah!" There was a scream behind him, and he turned around quickly and found that there was only one person left behind him.

"Bang bang!" Two gunshots rang out. Looking ahead, he found that the subordinate in front had also disappeared.

"What the hell?!" This time he saw a shadow, a black shadow grabbing his men and crawling into the wall.

wall? He walked over and touched it. The wall was a little moist. With the help of the dim light, he looked carefully at his hands. His fingers were covered with blood. The bright red blood was seeping out from the wall, as if his hand was suddenly blocked. It's like entering a wall...

How can this be? How did a perfectly good living person end up inside the wall?

"Boss...Boss! Over there! Over there!" The last remaining subordinate pointed to the mirror in horror. In the mirror, a figure of a nun with a black robe and a black hat appeared, with a face like a ghost. The nun was staring at her. them.

"Bang bang bang bang -" Campos was more courageous than his men. He raised his gun and fired, and the mirror was smashed by him.

"What happened?"

"What's wrong?!"

"Campos what are you doing?"

Many subordinates and bodyguards outside the nightclub did not know his true identity, thinking that he was just a small leader who organized underground racing. At this time, a group of people heard the gunfire and rushed in. The long-legged beauty who had warned Bella also in it.

Everything about tonight was strange, and Campos made up his mind.

"Let's go! Let's leave now and leave Los Angeles tonight! I will explain to the boss."

He used his vest number to convince everyone. Now that the situation is unclear, the more subordinates he has, the better.

There were more than twenty people in the group, each holding a weapon and rushing out.

The younger brothers didn't know what was going on, so they ran along like headless flies.

As they ran, they felt something was wrong.

"Campos, where are we going! Why is this road so desolate!"

"Yes, why do I feel colder and colder?"

"Huh? Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before?"

Campos looked back and felt that his scalp was about to explode.

There are only more than twenty subordinates on his side, what about now? Wu Yangyang followed a large group of people behind him, at least more than fifty. Many of them looked familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that he didn't recognize him at all. Many of his subordinates looked at him with strange smiles.

No matter how determined Campos was, he couldn't hold it anymore.

Originally, they were supposed to run out of the nightclub, then go to the underground parking lot to pick up the car and leave Los Angeles.

But now this place was a wasteland, and all he could see were graves filled with crosses. The cold night wind blew straight into his neck, and he felt cold from the soles of his feet to his brain. The extreme fear made him paralyzed.