Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!

Chapter 1352: Chapter 404: Nothing Special

Chapter 404 [Nothing Out of the Ordinary]

United States, New York, Queen’s District.

Bang bang... bang bang bang bang...

The continuous gunshots broke the silence of the night!

Under the cover of darkness, two figures quickly escaped from a house by the roadside, stumbling and running frantically towards the north of the street.

Moments later, sirens from police cars sounded from the other side of the street.

Two NYPD cars arrived one after another, stopping by the house where the gunshots came from. Several police officers got out, drew their guns, and cautiously moved towards the house.

Subsequently, when the police rushed into the house, they saw a corpse lying in the hallway inside the door, went to the living room, and saw two more bodies on the floor.

And some contraband.

Such as homemade cigarette holders for smoking, and equipment for cooking ice.

In addition, the police found two sets of equipment for manufacturing contraband in the basement of this house.

Obviously, this was an underground drug production den.

A chubby policeman muttered, "As usual, nothing new. No cash found at the scene — must have been stolen."

The police partner beside him whistled, "Brett, you should be glad we arrived relatively late. Look at the bullet holes on the bodies, the killer used an automatic rifle, fuck!"

Although gunfights happen every day in the United States, and it seems this country allows free gun ownership,

the reality is not so simple.

Pistols and non-automatic firearms are relatively easy to purchase.

But more powerful automatic firearms, simply put, those that can fire consecutively, are still difficult to obtain.

Typically, civilians’ hidden guns, ordinary people at most buy one or two small-caliber, low-power pistols.

As for police firearms, the firepower equipped by patrolling officers is generally sufficient to suppress these opponents.

But when facing opponents with high-powered automatic firearms, ordinary officers are unable to confront them and must seek support.

In movies, using pistols looks cool, but in reality, pistols are absolutely no match for rifles!

If faced with an automatic rifle, holding just a pistol is essentially like holding nothing.

"It should be another robbery targeting drug dealers and drug production dens. The attackers aimed at these guys..."

"Because these drug dealers have loads of cash."

"Fuck, this is the fourth case since entering May!"

"The fourth in Queen’s District, heard there have been six in Brooklyn."

After confirming there was no danger at the scene, a few police officers were chatting with each other.

Soon, more sirens were heard at the intersection, medical ambulances, and additional support vehicles arrived in succession.

The house was quickly cordoned off, with forensic teams and on-site investigation personnel entering...

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One block away, a run-down old Buick drove into the grass behind an abandoned church, and two figures got out and entered the church.

This church had already been deserted, becoming a haven for gathering and living for homeless people.

But that was the situation before last week.

During last week’s weekend, this place was secretly cleaned out, and the few homeless that lived here were driven away. The house, which has over a thousand square meters, was emptied.

Of course, all this has not yet been known to the outside world.

Neither the nearby ordinary residents nor the police focus their attention on these homeless people — unless something major happens.

At the moment, this abandoned church interior remains a filthy and stinky environment.

But two rooms on the second floor have been cleaned out.

The so-called cleanout means at least the garbage inside was swept away, and two sleeping bags were placed.

"Bro! You were amazing!! That guy already pulled out a gun from under the table, but he wasn’t as fast as you! Hahahaha!

You fired at him bang bang bang bang... I didn’t even react before he went down!!"

A skinny, monkey-like Black guy was gesturing and shouting exaggerated praise, his eyes flickering with a certain excitement, even a bit of pathological frenzy and thrill.

"Mandy, shut your mouth and sort out tonight’s haul first."

Chen Yan sighed, walked over and sat down, gently removed a magazine, and then replaced it with a new one.

The skinny guy named Mandy chuckled, glanced with a bit of awe at Chen Yan, obediently moved to a side, placed a dirty backpack on the ground, unzipped it, and grabbed handfuls of cash from inside.

After piling it up on the ground, he began counting.

Clearly, this guy was terrible at math. He counted for over half an hour and even used the calculator app on his phone before he finally figured out the haul for tonight.

"My God, we made eight hundred and ninety-two dollars tonight! Eight hundred and ninety-two!! Doubled compared to yesterday’s income!"

Mandy excitedly shouted at Chen Yan: "Tomorrow we should hit something bigger! These drug dealers have lots of cash! We should find a bigger den!"

"That’s courting death." Chen Yan shook his head: "There are only two of us, tackling these small dens is doable, but those larger drug production dens belong to major gangs, their firepower is stronger, and they have more people, we can’t handle it."

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