Marvel’s Princess Chapter 489: Ghost nun takes action

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 charged with fifteen counts of theft, endangering public safety, illegal driving, illegal modification, illegal possession of firearms, causing disability... The crime was arrested!"

With a lot of pistols pointed at his head, Dominic did not dare to resist. He was a tyrant, not Thanos, and his head was not as hard as a bullet. With a click, the handcuffs were put on. Brian, the FBI agent, had not yet After seeing what was going on, his good friend and brother-in-law was arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department.

Charlie has repeatedly solved major and important cases recently, 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 romantically involved with Dominic and had **** with his sister, wanted to help, but Charlie suppressed him, even if the FBI had a higher level than the Los Angeles Police Department.

One is the big boss of the police station, and the other is a **** 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 confusing 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 except for himself , no one knows where the ledger is.

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

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

Technology is of little help. Bella can only send supernatural men 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. Campos, the little man who organized the competition, looks at Looking in the mirror, no one knows who Braga is, only he knows the truth, because he is Braga.

Mexicans have always had a low status in European and American circles. Braga is short, dark-skinned, and unattractive. He is a European and American version of a man who looks like a king. If he looks too mean, his subordinates will follow you. Everyone feels shameless.

What to do? 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. 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. Now, when he looked at it himself, he felt that he didn't look like a drug lord, but more like a comedian.

Huh? 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 took out his pistol cautiously and pressed the emergency call on his mobile phone. Is he usually pretending to be a pig? But he is not a pig. How many of his subordinates always know his true identity? At this time, the three Kong Wuli The strong man rushed in in a hurry.

"Boss?"

"Is there an enemy?"

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

The little Campos doesn’t think so. Can he get along like a fish in water in Mexico and Los Angeles? How can he survive until now in the face of being chased by police and gangs in many places? What he relies on is his premonition of the crisis? He feels that there is danger in the house. , immediately called his subordinates without hesitation.

"Let's get out of here first." If intuition is dangerous, he trusts 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!" There were two gunshots. Looking ahead, I 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 is this possible? How did a perfectly good living person end up inside the wall?

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

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

"What happened?"

"What's wrong?!"

"Campos, what are you doing?"

Many of the 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 gunshots and rushed in. They had reminded Bella of her long life. Leg beauties are among them.

Everything tonight was weird, 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.

A group of more than twenty people rushed out with weapons in hand.

The boys didn’t know what was going on, so they just ran along like chickens.

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?"

When Campos looked back, he felt that his scalp was about to explode.

He only has more than 20 subordinates here, what about now? Wu Yangyang was followed by a large group of people, at least over fifty. Many of them looked familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized 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 back at this time.

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 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 his whole body numb. .