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Text 1064 Of course, American gangsters want to have gun battles

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    When the phone rang, Swift's whole body trembled.  He sat there and did not dare to move, for fear that something bad would happen again. Strangely speaking, he had never felt so uneasy on the battlefield, but now he acted like a coward.  But he soon began to laugh at himself - maybe there was no car bomb at all, and everything was a hoax created by the terrible intelligence agency controlled by Lin Youde and his mistress.  Swift has read similar stories in magazines. Recently, some thriller magazines seem to like to use Lin Youde's Eye of Odin as the villain. Now when the Eye of Odin is mentioned in the United States, "They are bad guys" will immediately arise.  "The thought.  Swift stood up, walked over to the phone, and picked up the receiver.  "Go out now." Before Swift could speak, the person on the phone started talking to himself. It seemed that the other party was not worried that the person answering the call was not Swift.  If that was the case, they probably knew that Swift's wife was at church and he was the only one at home.  "Go to Waguria's for dinner." Then the call was cut off. The beeping busy tone made Swift panic. He quickly hung up the phone and ran directly to the coat rack by the door. Then he faced  Looking at the empty coat rack, I remembered that I hadn't taken off my clothes since I got home.  Swift hurriedly opened the door, but found that he was not wearing his hat. He looked back for a long time before he found the gentleman's hat that had been with him for many years by the window.  He went over to pick up his hat, and at that moment he saw a black car stopping in front of the apartment where he lived, and four people in suits and gentleman's hats got out of the car.  Swift had seen this posture before. FBI agents liked this look best. After someone at the newspaper wrote an article exposing Wall Street insurance fraud, agents dressed like this came to the newspaper to arrest the reporter who wrote the report.  He was taken away, and Swift never saw his colleague again.  The editor-in-chief said he was being protected by the Witness Protection Program, but colleagues within the agency were spreading the rumor that the poor man had been killed, that the big company that defrauded the insurance company would never be prosecuted, and that the entire incident was covered up.  Swift ran away from the window and ran out of the door.  He finally retained some sense and ran towards the fire escape at the back of the building instead of taking the main entrance.  After opening the fire escape door and rushing out, he heard someone knocking on the door and shouting Swift's name: "Mr. Swift, we are the FBI and we suspect someone is going to take adverse action against you."  "For a moment, Swift wanted to go back to these federal law enforcement officers. There was a voice in his mind that said, "If federal law enforcement agencies can't be trusted, who can I trust as a citizen of the United States?"  But his legs carried him quickly downstairs.  After descending into the alley behind the apartment, Swift did not slow down. He sprinted across the piled garbage bags.  Several homeless people huddled in the corner looked at Swift in surprise, pointing at his back with dirty fingers, talking about whether he owed a large sum of money to loan sharks.  Evading debt.  Swift ran out of the alley and came to the street. He thought for a moment about what the person on the phone just said. He seemed to be going to a restaurant called Waguria.  At this time, Swift suddenly noticed that the restaurant that called him to go to was the home of the gangsters who controlled this street. Although it was open to the public normally, and Swift had also been there to eat, most people generally  I wouldn¡¯t deliberately ask to meet at that restaurant, unless¡ªunless the person who asked Swift to meet was actually a member of the Mafia.  Swift swallowed and said to himself in his heart: "Hold on, Elijah. Ever since you became a reporter, haven't you been determined to break into even the most dangerous den of dragons and tigers? Come on, there is no battlefield in North Africa.  Even the Chinese artillery fire on the Persian Gulf didn¡¯t kill you, you can do it.¡± After such self-suggestion, Swift strode down the street.  Soon he saw the signboard of Waguria Restaurant.  Swift remembers that the head chef of this restaurant was a man with scars on his eyes and a mean-looking man. Therefore, even if the guests were dissatisfied with the food, they did not dare to slam the table and shout, "Call the chef out."  Swift opened the door and entered the restaurant. A group of burly men sitting at the table playing cards at the entrance of the restaurant immediately raised their heads and glanced at Swift, then said nothing and continued playing cards with their heads down.  There were already some "customers" in the restaurant, but none of them seemed to be kind. They looked at Swift as if they were looking at dead prey, cold and cruel.  Swift was a little overwhelmed, and finally decided to find a seat in the corner.??, order some food first.  Swift didn't eat well all day, and she only had what she ate on the plane in her stomach.  Now Swift was tired, hungry, and in a terrible mood.  He decided to order something nice for himself.  After ordering, Swift looked around the restaurant again to see who had called him here.  At this time, the door of the hotel was pushed open again. When the door was opened, the soft ringing of the bell on the door was so loud and harsh to the nervous Swift.  A man wearing a long trench coat and a gentleman's hat entered the restaurant. Swift secretly yelled that it was not good, because there was only one possibility for wearing a long trench coat in this weather, and that was to hide a long gun.  At the same time, someone who noticed something was wrong was the guy playing cards at the table at the door. The strong man at the head stood up immediately, but the man in the windbreaker had already revealed his spear.  The bullets ejected from the Remington shotgun instantly pushed the strong man back. At the same time, the people playing cards at the same table with him were also affected by the shotgun, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere for a while.  The Remingtons used by gangsters fire modified high-power ammunition, which is very powerful, but correspondingly, the life of the firearm is also compressed to the limit.  In addition, gangsters also like to shorten the barrel of the gun. As a result, the spread area of ??the shotgun becomes larger, but in the eyes of the mafia, this is not a problem at all.  The first person to enter the door fired continuously with a shotgun, quickly knocking down the seven or eight people guarding the door. The person who entered the door after him showed a Tom submachine gun with the same barrel cut short, and fired at other people in the restaurant.  Swift saw the bartender behind the bar was hit by seven or eight bullets as soon as he took out his Remington. All the wine bottles behind him were smashed, and the glass and wine flew together, mixing with the blood sprayed in the air.  .  Swift finally reacted. His whole body slid along the chair and hid under the table.
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