Chapter 643 Kill the FBI Who Came to the Door (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"This gun is a good thing."

In the gloomy room, a pale, aging, skinny blond man touched the Remington M870 shotgun with emotion:

"It was produced the year before last. Look at the muzzle, it has a constriction!"

As we all know, guns can be equipped with accessories.

For example, silencers, flash suppressors, muzzle protectors, muzzle brakes, etc.

Shotguns are no exception and have their own unique muzzle accessory, which is the throat constrictor.

A shotgun that is not equipped with a choke, the projectiles fired are spread too wide, like a ball of loose sand. While the killing area is large at close range, the flight distance of the bullet is also shortened.

In order to increase the individual lethality and range of shotguns, gun manufacturing companies developed chokers.

As the name suggests, the function of throat constriction is to make the projectiles fired from the gun barrel denser and fly farther.

In this way, a choked shotgun is added, and the barrage fired is shaped like an hourglass.

"It's really good stuff."

Sakaki picked up the Remington M870 shotgun on the table, opened the magazine with a click, and found that it had been filled with No. 12 shotguns, supplying 7 rounds, and could be used at any time.

On the whole.

The condition of this shotgun is at least 99%, without any damage, and it is extremely close to brand new.

"It hasn't seen blood yet."

The blond man, who was as thin as a skeleton, put his legs on the table, played with the butterfly knife, and said:

"You are a wise man."

"My temper also suits me"

"You take the 2,000-meter knife and the gun, and I'll give you an extra 50 rounds of bullets."

"A gun is a good gun."

Sakaki smiled and put the Remington M870 back on the table:

"pity."

"This thing is too conspicuous and cannot be carried on the street at any time."

"Conspicuous?"

The thin man looked at him in astonishment and wanted to make a complaint.

Your attire is already arrogant enough, but it’s unjustifiable if you don’t carry a shotgun!

"So what gun do you want?"

The butterfly knife rolled in his hand. The thin man pulled his neck, leaned down, took another sip, shivered with pleasure, and said with green eyes:

"Want a bite?"

"No need."

Sakaki looked at the time:

"I'm in a hurry. Do you have any M192F or MK23 here?"

For things like guns, pursue practicality rather than bells and whistles.

Pistols like the Desert Eagle are certainly powerful, but their powerful recoil and size have been criticized.

"Beretta, I don't have MK23 here."

The thin man opened the drawer and threw a Colt M1911 on the table:

"There is only one M1911. It is still my personal firearm and is not for sale."

"But I have a substitute"

With a wink, the subordinate standing aside understood and took out a weapon box again.

"A .45 caliber USP pistol made in Germany, newly launched the year before last year, in such good condition, you can only buy it from me in New York."

The thin man said with a smile:

"800-meter knife, bullets not included."

Sakaki was about to speak

Suddenly, the alarm bell blared outside the door, and dark armed trucks came speeding one after another with FBI engraved on them.

"Brother!"

The men broke open the door and shouted:

"The FBI is here!"

"What?!"

The thin man was shocked:

"How many people came?"

"Not sure, at least 50 people!"

When he heard that there were 50 people coming from the other party, the thin man felt a thump in his heart, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

Although he sells guns, drugs, opens pink hotels, and forms gangs, he is a good citizen!

The police have always had very loose control over the Bronx, often turning a blind eye. It is a no-nonsense zone.

Why did the FBI suddenly come to the door?

The thin man's gaze moved to Sakaki Makoto opposite, his eyes narrowed:

"You're an FBI agent. It's fake to buy a gun, but it's real to arrest me?"

"Me, the FBI?"

As if he heard some joke, Sakaki shook his head, took out a pile of rice knives given to him by Belmod from his arms, threw it on the table, and said:

"Remington M870, USP, I want them all."

"Where's the back door?"

The FBI arrived so quickly, which was somewhat beyond Sakaki's expectation.

I am afraid.

The other party had taken over the New York City Department of Transportation and retrieved the surveillance video, only to discover his whereabouts.

The person who came is not a good person

Looking at the banknotes on the table, the thin man took a deep breath and understood.

The FBI's target is not their gang at all, but

Sakaki Makoto!

Even if you jump into the Yellow River, you can't clean it!

The thin man is not afraid of the FBI, but he hates being involved and getting into unnecessary trouble!

"Jack, take him to the back door!"

Think about it

The thin man did not hand Sakaki Cheng over, but wanted to send him away from the yard.

"Brother, the FBI is well prepared this time!"

The man who knocked on the door said nervously:

"They even deployed the SWAT anti-terrorism team!"

"I, Ramsay, have been around for so many years, what kind of storms have I not seen?"

The thin man snorted, picked up a cigarette, and walked out aggressively.

outside the door

The heavily armed SWAT anti-terrorism team, carrying radios on their shoulders and holding M4A1 carbines, used the cover of the car door to surround the yard. The red laser point was concentrated on Ramsay's forehead, which was a bit dazzling.

Not far away.

The sniper team remains on standby, with the PSG-1 sniper rifle ready to fire at any time.

Compare the small pistols of the Birams gang members.

The combat effectiveness is simply one-sided.

Ramsay was shocked by the battle.

He had the illusion that he bombed the White House of the United States.

the young man in the room

What's the origin?

Is it worthy of being treated like this by the FBI?

"Ramus!"

The person in charge of the FBI, who had three letters written on his body armor, was holding a loudspeaker and shouted:

"Put down your weapons immediately, otherwise we will attack!!!"

"No, don't shoot!"

Under the gaze of his younger brother, Ramsay put his head in his hands and lay on the ground, raising his hands in the air. He obviously understood the routine:

"I surrender!"

"The young man you want to arrest is in the house. Oh no!"

"He ran out the back door!"

FBI head: "."

This is really an ant and an elephant, it’s too strong to use.

They mobilized so many armed forces just because they were afraid that Ramsay would resist stubbornly.

This kid was so scared that he turned into a soft-footed shrimp!

"Surround the back door!"

At the command of the person in charge, most of the SWAT anti-terrorism team rushed into the yard, kicked open the ajar door, and filed in.

Wherever the anti-terrorist SWAT team passed, members of the Rams gang raised their hands in surrender.

They ignored this group of rotten fish and shrimps and went straight to the back door.

At the back door.

Sakaki Makoto, who was carrying a Remington M870 shotgun and a USP pistol strapped to his waist, had long since disappeared.

"A group of 5 people, chase after me!"

The person in charge shouted angrily:

"I don't believe that he can change the world by himself!"

"Jack, according to the intelligence sent back from Japan, this young man named Sakaki Cheng seems to be not easy to deal with."

Just as the person in charge was giving the order, another FBI agent came forward and said:

"I suggest"

"We might as well ask for help from the Behavioral Analysis Unit BAU. They are all criminal profilers. They will definitely be able to uncover the clues left by Sakaki Makoto!"