Marvel’s Princess Becomes King

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Xiao took out a document casually, and her voice was still very slow, which sounded like a deliberate mockery to a few outsiders.

"Look clearly, LAPD! Dominique Toledo, you have been arrested for fifteen counts of theft, endangering public safety, illegal driving, illegal modification, illegal possession of firearms, disability... etc. Up!"

A lot of pistols were pointed at his head, Dominic did not dare to resist. He was a tyrant, not a Thanos. His head was not as hard as a bullet. With a click, the handcuffs were handcuffed. Brian, the FBI agent, hadn’t seen why. What happened, his good friend and brother-in-law was arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department.

Recently, Charlie has repeatedly cracked major and important cases, and even the efficiency of the procuratorial agency has also improved a lot.

My boss, the bald head of the second child, Dominic Toledo, did not bother to explain. He confessed to what he had committed. He was sentenced to 25 years in prison in court and no parole was allowed.

FBI agent Brian, who is full of affection with Dominic Key, and his sister wanted to help, but Charlie directly pressed it down, even if the FBI level is higher than the Los Angeles Police Department.

One is the big boss of the police station, and the other is the little **** of the FBI, which is not a level at all.

The arrest of Dominic was just a small matter incidentally, the gathering of evidence from the drug lords was the major matter.

A confused search, the effect is 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 the underground racing, which is said to be the Mexican Campos, who is said to be Braga's faithful brother.

Bella's suggestion that Xiao planned to capture this Campos to force a confession was rejected by Bella. Xiao is now a living person, and a living person will leave traces when he does things.

Technology doesn't help much, Bella can only send a supernatural hand to solve this problem, she sent a ghost nun!

The breakthrough point was the little Mexican man named Campos.

There is no drug lord called Braga in this world. This is why the FBI and the Los Angeles Police Department can’t find it. The real Braga is just a fake identity. Campos, the little man who organized the game, 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 unassuming. This is the European and American version of "Looking Like a Man" looks too stubborn, and his subordinates and you both think fell shame.

How to do it? The little Mexican got out a vest named Braga, and he hid it on the side. It seemed that he was just a loyal boy who organized racing.

He has always imagined that he can have a majestic face and a tall and strong body. Unfortunately, these things are all born. In the mirror, he is still thin, curly hair, big nose, and big face. Let alone majesty, he From my own perspective, I don't think I look like a drug lord, but a comedian.

Ok? While looking in the mirror, he suddenly found a dark figure floating in the mirror. He hurriedly turned his head back, looking around, and there was nothing behind him.

He took out his pistol very vigilantly and pressed the emergency call in the phone. He usually pretends to be a pig, but not a pig. There are always a few of his men who know his true identity. At this time, there are three powerful and powerful men. He rushed in.

"boss?"

"There are enemies?"

They looked around in the house, but they didn't see any abnormalities. They felt that their boss was a little nervous.

The small Campos didn’t think so. He was able to mix well in Mexico and Los Angeles, and survived the chase of many police and gangs. He relied on his own premonition of the crisis. He felt that there was danger in the house. Called his subordinates without hesitation.

"Let's get out of here first." Intuition is dangerous, and he trusts his instinct.

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

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

"Boom!" Two shots were fired, and when I looked ahead, I found that the man in front had also disappeared.

"What the hell?!" He saw a shadow this time, and a dark shadow grabbed his hand and went into the wall.

wall? He walked over and touched it. The wall was a little wet. With the help of some dim light, he carefully looked at his hand. There were blood stains on his fingers. The red blood was leaking from the wall, as if his men were suddenly laid It's like entering the wall...

how can that be? How did a great living person get into the wall?

"Boss... Boss! There! There!" The last remaining subordinate pointed to the mirror in horror. In the mirror appeared a black robe and black hat, with a face like a ghostly nun. The nun was staring at it. they.

"Boom boom boom—" Campos had more courage than his men~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He raised his gun and shot, and the mirror was shattered by him.

"What happened?"

"what's happenin?!"

"What the **** are you doing, Campos?"

Many subordinates and bodyguards outside the nightclub did not know his true identity. They thought he was just a small boss organizing underground racing. At this time, a bunch of people heard gunshots and rushed in, reminding Bella’s long-legged beauty. In it.

Everything is strange tonight, Campos made up his mind.

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

He used his vest to subdue the crowd. Now the situation is unclear. The more he has on his side, the better.

A group of more than 20 people, each holding a weapon, rushed out.

The boys didn't know what was going on, they ran along like a fly without their heads.

They felt something was wrong when they ran.

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

"Yeah, why do I feel getting colder and colder?"

"Huh? Who are you? I haven't 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, now? Behind him, I followed a large group of people, at least fifty or so, many of them looked familiar, but after thinking about it, they found that they didn't know him at all. Many of his men looked at him with strange smiles.

No matter how much concentration Campos had, he couldn't hold it anymore.

Originally they should have run out of the nightclub, then went to the underground parking lot to pick up the car and left Los Angeles.

But now this is a wasteland, and his sight is full of tombs full of crosses. The cold night wind blows directly into his neck, and he feels that the extreme fear from the cold soles of his feet to his brain makes his whole person dead.