Chapter 212 One step too late

  The black workshops in the United States are actually the workshops of some families.

  Working members are generally their own family members, or some black workers, usually located in large warehouses in remote places, not only are there no one around, and even there is not much turnover of people.

  According to the clues provided by Harry's friends.

  In the warehouse not far from the victim’s family, there is such a small black workshop, which everyone calls ‘Vienna’.

  Vienna is the name of the owner of the black workshop.

  This guy has some energy, and he usually makes a living as a wholesaler of high imitation hardcover furniture, but if there is a need, he can also help with some car modification, gun modification, and even some simple gunshot wound surgery, etc.

   In general.

  This black workshop has a wide range of businesses, and it is also the place that best fits Dean's deduction nearby.

   This kind of place belongs to the opponent's home field.

For safety reasons.

  After wearing body armor and carrying enough weapons, everyone drove to the address given.

   At the moment.

  The destination of Dean and others - the warehouse where Vienna is located.

  A silver vicissitudes old man, wearing suspender jeans, sat in his boss chair with a sense of loss, lit a Cuban cigar, looked at the photo of a big family in his hand, and was in a daze for a long time, until his eyes were dry, and he sighed helplessly.

   His name is Vienna, an old guy in his seventies.

  Originally, at this time, he should take his family in Hawaii, enjoying the beautiful beaches, sunshine and those rich and generous young beauties.

   But in business, there were some accidents.

   He needs to stay and deal with it.

Vienna is an old antique. He joined the army in his early years, worked as a policeman in his middle age, experienced the most chaotic era in Los Angeles, and participated in some unspeakable gangster behaviors. Finally, he retired. With some connections, he opened this black workshop.

  Because of being cautious and cautious, I will not touch those businesses such as flour to avoid peer competition.

   Rely on word of mouth.

  He led his family and lived a prosperous life.

   But as I get older.

  The new generation in the family is no longer the same as the parents, so they listen to Vienna.

   They have a mind of their own.

   Relative to security.

  Young people, think more about digital stimulation.

  They are eager to make new breakthroughs in their grades, at least to surpass their parents and grandparents, to show that they have grown up and become independent!

   This is a very normal state of mind.

  But this kind of person is often in a state of mismatch between thinking and ability, and is not sophisticated enough in handling things, so it will lead to mistakes and accidents.

  This accident happened like this.

  After knowing what the grandsons had done, Vienna arranged for the transfer of the family overnight, and quickly dealt with some traces in the workshop.

   But that's not enough.

  As long as there are traces, it cannot be hidden from those who are interested.

  Some things, can exist, but can not be exposed to the sun.

  For the safety of your family.

  The old man in his seventies in Vienna, the patriarch of a family of more than thirty, could only make some sacrifices.

   "I knew those little guys would make things happen, but I didn't expect them to be so stupid."

  Thoughts are flying.

  Vienna's cell phone on the table rang.

He took a look at the phone, with a smile on his face, and chose to connect: "Old friend, I didn't expect that the last voice I heard in my life was from you. It seems that we haven't had a drink together for more than ten years." gone."

  “.”

There was silence for a long time, before a coughing voice said: "We are getting older, and the obedient people below don't care about our words anymore. No one wants things to come to this point, but I still have to Remind you, the time is coming."

   Heard the words.

  Vienna walked out of the large glass window outside the warehouse and looked at the road leading here:

  I saw it under the dim street lights.

  Several cars are approaching here quickly.

  Though those cars didn't have flashing lights.

   But Vienna is all too familiar with them.

Time is up.

  Vienna flicked his hand, flicked the cigar in his hand to the ground, and said lightly to the phone: "Got it, this matter will end with me!"

hang up the phone.

  Vienna picked up the lighter, lit the photos on the table, and then threw the bright lighter downstairs.

   There was a bang.

  The flame exploded and sizzled like a splash of oil.

   Hear voices from downstairs.

Only then did Vienna safely put a letter that had been prepared long ago into his breast pocket, straightened his collar, put a rope with a sharp gear on his neck, and pushed it away. window, leap forward.

  Dean sat in the back seat of the car, closed his eyes and meditated.

  Carol was driving the car, and Harry was sitting in the co-pilot, holding a mobile phone, talking childish and funny words with his daughter who was just learning to speak.

  The two men rushed back after seeing off Dean's sister.

  Suddenly~

  There was a loud bang from the top of the carriage.

next moment.

  Chirp~ There was a sudden sound of braking.

  Harry, a troublesome guy who didn't wear a seat belt, was directly brought here by inertia, and he fell on his back, hitting his head heavily on the windshield.

   Dean reacted quickly.

  He immediately pressed down on the front seat of the car to stabilize his figure. At the same time, a gun appeared in his right hand, and asked, "Carol, what's wrong?"

   Carlo shrugged and apologized: "Head, the car hit something, and we seem to have encountered a falling object!"

"The tallest warehouse here is only three or four stories high, more than ten meters high. In addition..." Dean looked at the blood-red window on one side, and said speechlessly: "If I guessed correctly, there is now a dead bodies, right above our heads."

   He's used to it well, with the windows closed.

  Harry is miserable.

   It was already a dead dog.

  He was still struggling to get up, when he felt something sticky and smelly dripping from the top of the car window onto his face and body, which made him unable to open his eyes.

   until it is in your mouth.

  Harry realized what it was, let out a strange cry, and accidentally ate more.

  After the car.

  The cars of Hawke and others stopped because of the car in front of Dean and the others.

   Under the light of the headlights.

  They saw the whole process clearly.

   Just when everyone arrived downstairs in the warehouse and was about to stop.

  A person jumped from the warehouse above his head, his body was in the air, his head was separated, his head fell in front of the car, and was sucked into the bottom of the car. The headless body hit the roof of Dean and the others and the car they were in.

   "Wow, a gift package from heaven."

  Hawk's pupils shrank slightly, and he led his men out of the car.

   As soon as they reached their destination, someone jumped off.

   This had to make him, an old police officer, have some bad associations.

  Dean has also got out of the car.

  Harry is miserable.

He was dragged out of the car by Carlo, lying directly on the cold ground, his face covered with blood, retching crazily, far less calm than Carlo, he wiped off the blood on his face, lay on the ground, held a flashlight, and irradiated under the car.

  Dean stepped on the front of the car, looked up first, and looked at the third floor of the warehouse above him.

  I saw a gear-shaped thing with a strange shape hanging outside the wide-open window, somewhat resembling a 'blood drop'.

   Bow your head.

   is a headless corpse with its limbs spread out.

  Because the height of the fall was not too high, except for the gap in the neck and the continuous gush of blood, the other positions of the corpse were well maintained.

  Dean is about to examine the body.

Sudden.

  Boom~

  The ground shook violently.

  In the warehouse, countless flames were accompanied by a big explosion, engulfing a large number of broken glass pieces, rushing to all directions with flames, and shining most of the night sky into fiery red.

   I haven't seen you for a few days, I miss you very much,

   Sorry, I forgot to issue the chapter description.

   Things are not very convenient to say.

   Because it is some family matter, I was exhausted by internal friction.

   The dog thief is also in a state of not wanting to communicate with the outside world.

   In short, thank you for your concern.

   It's over.

   Updates continue as usual.

   Don't worry, this book has more than 8,000 orders, and less than 10,000 orders, the dog thief will not rest in peace.

   As for the physical aspect.

   Don't worry about getting up in the morning.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)