The weekend didn't know if there was anyone in this world who was not afraid of death, anyway, he was afraid of death, and when he was afraid to lie on the ground and saw Yoda holding a gun at him, he immediately closed his eyes, and the muscles of his whole body were tense when he knew that he was going to be shot, his brows were furrowed, and his face was almost distorted.

Bang!

The gun went off......

When I heard the roar of the Glock 22 over the weekend, I was violently shocked by the sound of the gunshot, like the last action to say goodbye to this world completely.

That feeling, a little indescribable, on the weekend I only remember that my mind was blank, my thoughts tightened with my body, and in the depths of my mind, no one remembered.

However, when the weekend opened his eyes two seconds after the gunshot, he felt no pain, and he didn't realize the difference between death and life, as if someone was shooting around him to scare people.

Yoda was standing in the house with a gun, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand had changed from being aimed at the weekend to being pointed at the glass in the living room, and more importantly, there was clearly a bullet hole in the glass.

What's going on?

Didn't Yoda already think of herself as Lambert in a state of insanity? Why did she suddenly turn the muzzle of the gun and who was she pulling the trigger on?

In the next second, all the questions of the weekend were answered, because in front of the window with bullet holes, a man with an MP5 appeared, this person was dressed very 'Mexican', the shirt tucked into the pants with jeans, and the scarf around his neck, how he looked like a guy who crawled out of a Western. However, this guy seems to be unlike all the Mexican bald heads he has ever seen, with tattoos on his bald head and a strange woman playing a flute in the water with churning waves underneath.

Bang, bang, bang.

Yoda's hand was so fast that she had fired four shots in a row before the man with the MP5 appeared at the window and in the blink of an eye. The weekend watched as the bullet smashed through the floor-to-ceiling glass, and with a strong impact and shards of glass, it pierced directly into the Mexican bald head at the window.

Poof, poof, poof!

No missing shots!

The Mexican bald head was hit by a bullet and his upper body swayed, and the muzzle of the gun that was originally aimed at the room was also jerked into the sky in pain, and he desperately pulled the trigger before he died, as if to announce how unwilling he was to die...... Dada...... The muzzle of the MP5 that connected the flames was still ringing, but the Mexican bald head had fallen backwards, eventually. It was only under the force of the body falling to the ground that he released the finger that was holding the MP5 trigger, and everything returned to calm in the blink of an eye.

Swish.

Yoda dodged and stuck to the corner between the window and the wall, it was a dead end, and then she skillfully unloaded the magazine, and after checking the number of remaining bullets in Glock 22, she suddenly remembered something and quickly pushed the magazine back into the gun, and the moment she went to aim at the position where the weekend was just lying, there was no one there!

The weekend ran and got up the moment Yoda shot and killed the Mexican. Then he stepped out of the living room, and when Yoda was looking for him, the creature had reached for the handrail of the stairs and was kicking his feet upstairs.

He never imagined that this group of guys who had a deep hatred for him would actually save him!

He knew that the Mexicans were going to kill the weekend, otherwise he would not have applied for a safe house specifically for Chekov, and he didn't know when this group of people would implement this plan.

Crunch.

The unlocked door was being pushed open when Roger rushed out of the house with Christy in his arms, just two flights of stairs at this time of the weekend. As he looked back at the source of the sound, he saw a hand coming in through the open crack in the door. It seems to be holding something in his hand. When the guy outside the door reached out and gently tossed the thing through the door, he saw a black cylindrical grenade spinning in the air for a moment!!

On the weekend, I was still in the mood to see what model the grenade was, and after two slashes, I flew directly upstairs.

He was already desperate, and each of these two steps had climbed at least three steps, and when he flew upstairs, he didn't care if he pounced too hard and hit the wall directly.

Rumble!!!

The moment the MK3A2 attack grenade exploded in this house. On the weekend, the air flow from the corridor to the upper floor was forced upstairs, and he did a backflip directly from the flying position under the strong movement of this air current, and when he landed on the second floor, he landed on the ground with his back.

Empty!

The walls in the hallway were blown in half, and the staircase was completely blown apart. The hallway was littered with grenade fragments wrapped in flames, and billowing black smoke created a smoke effect directly after the explosion.

Cough!

Cough!

Lying on the ground on the weekend, he writhed spasmodically a few times, the loud noise caused by the grenade still shook his ears to this day, as long as he hesitated a little just now, I am afraid that those grenade fragments and crumbling stones can kill him, how can he have such good luck to be squeezed up to the second floor.

Are these Mexicans crazy!

Do you need to make a terrorist attack mode for killing?

Why did the Mexicans kill him, the weekend knew that Arturo, the son of the Mexican's No. 2 Nicolas, was sent to prison by him, and that batch of goods became a bargaining chip for him and Matthew, the Mexicans not only lost their sons but also lost their soldiers, last year's war in New Mexico made the Mexicans suffer at least more than 100 million US dollars, and it is impossible for them not to hate the weekend. It's just that Mexicans won't retaliate immediately after being caught by the police so many people, they have to let this matter settle down for a while, if there is no such interval, the United States is likely to directly sanction the whole of Mexico on the grounds of terrorist attacks, forcing the Mexican government and drug lords to play with their lives. But they miscalculated, and suddenly became a well-known police star in Los Angeles on the weekend, and began to enter a position of attracting attention. During that time, to move such a guy was tantamount to declaring war on the government of the United States.

Nicholas, who hated it so much, could only continue to endure until the news gradually disappeared from the mainstream media at the weekend, that is, when he began to take annual leave, and then he struck hard.

However, they didn't look at the yellow calendar when they killed, and when they went out, they didn't know which plague god they offended, and they inexplicably alarmed Yoda, who was planning to kill the weekend, at the moment of observing the enemy's situation, so not only did they take a life, but also saved the mortal enemy.

Weekend endured the turmoil in his body and climbed up in the corridor on the second floor, and then entered Lambert's room and reached out to open the window to jump down and escape from the backyard of this house, but the second he appeared in this position, Weekend still gritted his teeth and took out the phone. He understands that after this grenade explodes, all the police around him will come, and as long as Yoda can delay for a while, his life is still guaranteed, but what about Chekov? The bear is on his way to save himself, who cares about his wife and children?

He took out the phone and dialed Pablo's mobile phone as soon as possible, holding the phone and looking at the phone, he shouted at the phone when it was connected: "Pablo, immediately send someone to find Catherine and Chekov's children, I was attacked by the Mexicans, this must have been done by those drug lords, I am afraid that they will hurt Chekov's family...... Also, come to my rescue as soon as possible, I'm in Los Angeles where all the cops are coming! ”

Whether there was a reply on the phone or something on the weekend I couldn't hear at all, the 'buzzing' sound in his ears blocked all the channels that could get in, the only thing he stood by the window and thought about whether he would break his leg directly if he jumped from this window, the distance from the second floor to the ground seemed to him to be at least half a story higher than that of buildings in China. (To be continued.) )