Legendary FBI Detective

Alvar Miller lives in a neighborhood called Fordham in the West Bronx.

There are mainly Latinos and blacks here, some whites, and almost no Asians.

In addition, the rate of teenage mothers in this area is higher than that of other areas and communities in New York.

Later generations here are known as one of the top ten dangerous areas in New York. After entering the night, the NYPD does not like to come to this area. The simple folk customs, freedom and harmony can be seen from this.

However, the daytime scene in this area looks okay.

Roan, who was fully armed, drove Ryder into the community, and saw many roadside stalls selling things, and some black children running around on the street.

"Be more careful later, Roan."

Seeing the relaxed and calm look on Roan's face, Ryder, who was sitting in the co-pilot, silently grasped the Glock 18 in his hand, and said in a low voice:

"The NYPD is not welcome in this area, let alone the FBI."

Ryder said that he is not a racist, but it is an indisputable fact that the crime rate is high in places with a large number of blacks.

The Fordham community is not very big, but there are more than a dozen black gangs.

"Don't be nervous, Ryder, you have to trust the equipment on both of us."

Roan turned the steering wheel and drove the SUV into another street, smiling and patted the weapon on his body.

As usual, Roan was wearing a combat uniform at this time, with a plate carrying vest on his chest, 10 shock bombs and 10 extended magazines in several bags on his waist, and two Glock 18s in his holster.

Ryder's equipment is similar to Roan's.

Assessing the skills of the two of them again, as long as those gangsters were not at the same time and the same place, and ambushed the two of them beforehand, the remaining problems would not be too big.

Seeing the calmness on Roan's face, Ryder's mood gradually calmed down.

The bullet is the centering stone, and the equipment on the body is even more iron.

All the detectives of the No. 5 investigation team now have a subconscious confidence in Roan, and Ryder is no exception.

After walking forward again for a few minutes, the SUV slowly stopped beside a dilapidated two-story building.

After opening the door and getting out of the car, some passers-by saw Roan and Ryder in full armor and decisively chose to leave here and take a detour.

One of the survival wisdoms of living here is not to be curious + stay away from troublesome things that seem to be dangerous.

This small building is a hotel. Ryder opened the door and entered. Just about to ask the black boss at the front desk, Roan sniffed his nose, frowned, looked around the layout of the hotel, and pointed his pistol at him.

"???"

Ryder was taken aback for a moment, and immediately raised his pistol subconsciously.

But the moment Ryder raised his arm, although the black boss didn't know why he was exposed so quickly, he chose to do it without hesitation, and immediately took out a pistol from under the table.

bang bang!

boom!

Three shots were fired, and as soon as the black boss made a move, Roan pulled the trigger decisively.

Two bullets hit the chest, and one bullet hit the head. The black boss closed his eyes and collapsed backwards on the ground.

"Ryder!"

After successfully sending away the black boss, Roan quickly dragged Ryder to hide behind the front desk.

bang bang bang—

Sure enough, in the next second, a series of bullets were fired from the stairs, hitting the position where the two were standing just now.

Ignoring the greasy feeling brought by the blood of the black boss, although it is not clear what exactly happened, Ryder, who is experienced in combat, immediately raised his pistol and fired back at the opponent.

Not only that, Ryder also learned Roan's craft, taking advantage of the gap, took out a shock bomb from his waist and threw it over.

Boom!

Dazzling white light and deafening explosions suddenly erupted in the stairwell, and there was a burst of wailing from the enemies who shot.

"Good job!"

In the notes on the desk at the front desk, Roan, who successfully found the room where Aval Miller lived, patted Ryder on the shoulder with satisfaction, and then reached out to motion him to look at the cabinet he had opened.

Ryder looked back and saw the dead body of a Latino girl lying in the cabinet.

Obviously, this girl is the front desk of the hotel.

"The smell of blood is too strong, and my nose is more sensitive."

After explaining casually, facing Ryder's admiring gaze, Roan told the room where Aval Miller was, and then whispered:

"Call for backup, quick battle."

"OK!"

After receiving the order, Ryder immediately pressed the communicator, and Roan jumped up and jumped over the front desk.

At this time, on the stairs, there were several black youths lying on the ground and howling, and several black youths were bending over to pull them upstairs.

Seeing Roan's figure, the expressions of several black youths who bent over to pull him changed, and they all raised their weapons towards Roan.

Before these people could react, Roan threw another shock bomb towards the stairs the moment he stepped out of the table.

Boom!

The moment the shock bomb exploded, Roan immediately pulled the trigger of the Glock 18.

bang bang bang—

A series of gunshots rang out, and watermelon juice was immediately sprinkled on the stairs.

At this time, Ryder completed the task of calling for support and ran to Roan's side.

Standing at the stairs on the first floor, Roan threw two shock bombs upstairs again, then raised his left hand and waved it, no nonsense:

"You left and I right!"

"no problem!"

Ryder stood in front of Roan, rushed up to the second floor, shot down the two black men who were about to attack him, and then groped towards the rooms on the left side of the second floor.

Roan walked up to the second floor expressionlessly, hid by the wall at the stairs, pointed his gun at the ground and was knocked down by Ryder, but the black man with the gun who didn't know if he was dead or not, pulled the trigger and chose to make up the knife.

The opponent still had a gun in his hand, and Roan didn't want himself and Ryder to be backstabbed by these guys because of their negligence.

However, it was not the heads of these black men that Roan made up the knife, but their left and right chests.

After today's incident, he and Ryder will definitely be questioned and investigated.

If the make-up knife shoots these people's heads, then give some guys who have been eyeing Roan a long time ago and blame him for his tongue.

Luo An always likes to look a few steps forward when doing business.

Especially now that Vernis is still lying in the hospital.

Putting on a new magazine, Roan disappeared in a flash, and checked every room on the right side of the corridor at a fast speed.

The first few rooms were empty, until Roan got closer and closer to the room where Alvar Miller was, when a burly black man with a short gun suddenly jumped out.

Seeing Roan, who was a head shorter than himself, the burly black man grinned.

The flames from the muzzle roared out.

bang bang!

boom!

Three shots were fired, and the burly black man froze instantly.

The next moment, the strong black man's hands and feet were numb, and he lost control of his limbs. The short submachine gun that hadn't had time to fire fell to the ground powerlessly.

Looking at the body of the strong black man, Roan blew on the muzzle of the Glock 18, bowed his head and spit:

He looks so ugly, why are you laughing?

Walking into the room in a vigilant posture, there is a white man shot in the chest lying on the ground, and the windows of the room have been completely shattered.

The white man is not Aval Miller, but his face is somewhat similar to him.

Walking to the window, checking the glass fragments and finding that it was from the inside to the outside, Roan judged that someone should have jumped from the room and escaped here.

Roan turned around, and just bent down to check the injury of the white man on the ground to see if he was dead, when the man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, struggled and said in a low voice:

"Help..."