Fifth Street, suburbs of Miami
This is one of the streets which leads from Smith's private territory to Miami's main city.
Because it is mostly deserted and unbridled by traffic, Smith conveys mostly travels through here.
During this week, John has completed all the preparations, there is a kilometer-long surveillance gap on Fifth Street, making it a perfect place for the incident.
10 kilometers away from here, there is a slum area, John has decided to bring Smith here for interrogation after kidnapping him.
As for security, Smith has 10 personal bodyguards, Smith doesn't leave their sight most of the time.
But 10 more people don't hinder John's plan, he can still kill them like chopping vegetables.
Everything is ready now just east wind is needed.
.....
Smith thinks he is a good person, although he kills people and sets fires, he still thinks he is a good person.
If he wasn't a good person, how could he become a chief of the DEA Miami branch?
As for how he maintains this good person persona, of course being active in charity and fundraiser events, and being humble and polite in front of the public is a way for him to hide the beast that is hidden under his amiable image.
Today is also a fundraiser event because he had to conclude a white powder deal with a Colombian cartel he had not participated in similar activities for the past month.
So, when the organizer sent him an invitation letter for this event, he decided to go without hesitation.
He heard many beauties are invited by the organizer to the event, for a lecherous person like him, it will be a visual and spiritual feast.
Standing in front of the mirror, he adjusted his already neatly combed hair for one last time.
"Sir, it's time" Aron, his right-hand man came to inform him.
Raising his right hand and glancing at his expensive Palpetek watch studded with diamonds he spoke "Let's go"
His convoy consisting of 3 Royal Royce Phantoms, was traveling on the deserted Fifth Street.
Smith loved this route, it felt like this road was cleared of traffic for him, so he didn't have any inconvenience.
In a good mood, he spoke to Aron sitting in the passenger seat "Ron, how are the girls that I asked you to prepare."
Smith is a lustful man, he has instructed his man to kidnap any beautiful woman, that is to his taste in Miami.
Anyway, the mayor and police chief of Miami are his dogs, suppressing 2 to 3 kidnappings a year is not difficult for them.
"Sir, there are 5 girls prepared, among which 2 are Asian and the rest are Americans"
"How are the girls" He asked with a lewd look on his face.
Aron who was sitting at attention replied "Dont worry sir, they are all to your liking"
Looking at Aron who was vigilantly scanning the surroundings, Smith was amused "Relax Ron, you know I am king of Miami, who dare to do anyth-"
Boom Boom
Smith was interrupted mid-speech by two booming sounds, looking at the front and back he shivered.
Two cars at the front and back that were protecting his car in the middle were now in flames.
....
John was standing behind a stone looking at the car sandwiched between two busted cars.
There were 3 bullets in his right hand, which he was playing with.
Yes, his plan was simple, leaving the car in which Smith was sitting he blew up the rest of them, by smashing their fuel tanks with bullets.
With his strength, he can throw bullets with his bare hands, it is no less powerful than using a rifle.
Seeing that Smith had no intention of getting out of the car, he put on a mask prepared in advance and walked toward the vehicle.
Smith was panicking, he had already called reinforcements, but it would take 10 minutes for them to get here.
He didn't think the assailant would give him 10 minutes.
Suddenly he found that 200 meters away from his car, a man was walking toward him with his hands in his pockets.
He was sure this was the person who attacked his convoy.
Pointing at John from the window he ordered Aron "Kill him"
Aron had already spotted John walking towards the car, opening the door he pointed his pistol in John's direction, but he found that the person was missing.
Suddenly he heard a scream from behind him, he recognized the voice, it was the driver of the car.
Looking behind him, his pupils dilated, he found that the person who was at least 200 meters away from the car just now was standing in front of the car driver, holding his neck.
Click
Looking into Aron's eyes, John broke the screaming man's neck with a flick of his hand.
Aron shocked by the tyranny in man's eyes, suddenly he found that man was missing again.
Without thinking he aimed behind him and fired.
But what greeted him was silence, tembingly he looked over his back, next second his pupils shrank.
He saw the assailant was clamping the bullet he fired with his two fingers, observing it.
Taking his eyes off the smoking bullet, John looked at Aron and grinned.
The moment Aron saw John grin toward him, he felt like death was waving at him.
Aron tightened the finger on the trigger, he wanted to fire again, but John didn't give him the chance.
Blink, and he was already holding Aron's neck in his hand, tightening his grip he crushed it.
From Smith's perspective, all he saw was shadow flickering and two of his most capable men were gone.
This incident was so weird that he felt a chill running down his spine, he rolled his eyes his eyes and fainted.
Looking at a crime boss whose name frightened most of the Miami gangsters, fainting in front of him, John's eyes were filled with contempt.
Imagining himself carrying this white pig collapsed on the car seat, John was disgusted.
But he was helpless, he could hear the reinforcement rushing this way.
No longer delaying, he lifted him out of the car by his shirt, carrying him he rushed towards the slums through an established route.
It took him half an hour to reach the house on the edge of slums, he had previously confirmed that it was empty.
Throwing Smith into one of the rooms, John went out to get a bucket of water.