The faint sound of speech indicated that there were not many people here, as expected. And Plath's previous intelligence from the FBI has already shown that this exit is in the basement of a drug dealer's villa. And because the basement was exposed in the United States, this villa has never been inhabited, basically deserted, and occasionally people come to trade or take drugs, and it has become a paradise for those little drug dealers.

The faint sound of laughter, as well as the moaning of women, indicate that a group of drug-addicted thugs are gathering here, and the real big drug lords will not gather in this exposed place again.

"Wait!" Plath spoke to Enis behind him, and then pressed the muzzle of the submachine gun against the plank. Ennis also listened to Plath's words at this time, and really didn't move, this is a real moment of life and death, and he still won't let his shortcomings kill him.

He himself is much worse than Plath in this regard. So now when he is in danger, his arrogance will turn into caution, and his palms are about to sweat. He grabbed the submachine gun with both hands and clenched it tightly in his arms. And from time to time lick some chapped lips with your tongue.

Slowly, the two of them stayed below for almost an hour, and finally the movement inside was much smaller, only people walked around occasionally, and then there was silence, it was obvious that the people here were tired of playing, even with the support of drugs, they were also tired. So Plath made a tactical gesture to Enis.

"Three, two, one." Plath's fingers stood up three, then bent and pinched one by one, and suddenly Plath pushed open a gap in the door panel. Then a flashbang was thrown out of the crack, and then a smoke bomb. This is a standard police offensive weapon.

"Boom!" A bang. The explosion of the flashbang suddenly made it impossible for those who were still awake to see clearly. There was also a "buzzing" sound in the ears, and then the people who were asleep were awakened, and before they had time to shout, a dull sound of "boom" was heard, and then smoke filled with smoke.

"Police, damn it, it's the police!" In the smoke there was a loud shout, a constant coughing sound, and then a "bang" of gunshots was heard. Someone shot in the chaos.

After a gunshot, then there was a loud gunshot, and these thugs and drug dealers in the house shot indiscriminately, some were screaming, some were cursing loudly, and some were coughing, and then they found a random shooting, where there is a sound, there is a sound of shooting!

I knew that all of them were quiet. There are only occasional sounds of voice. Plath nodded, then grabbed a Remington M870 high-powered shotgun with seven rounds from his side. He pointed the muzzle of the submachine gun down, then grabbed the shotgun and aimed it at the plank. He also took a few steps back.

With a "boom-" sound, a large hole was immediately shot through the plank, and the entire plank was also lifted open by the bullet. Plath took the lead and rushed a few steps. He jumped out of the hole, and then saw a crooked man trying to stand up. Pick up a pistol and shoot at him.

With a bang, the shotgun fired, and the bullet hit the man's body, and he was immediately pushed back several meters away by the huge impact, and then lay on the ground, motionless. If you are shot in the body by such a bullet, you don't want to live. Those projectiles were enough to tear through every part of the body. If you shoot in the arm and live in the thigh, you can even break it directly with one shot. So the man was basically hopeless.

After killing that person, I looked around the room again, and it seemed that there was no one standing up, and the people here shot their own people directly in the chaos because of a chaos, and basically all of them hung up. The smoke dissipated, and looking at the corpses in the room, Ennis couldn't help but nod in admiration and said, "You are so powerful, let them kill each other with a little trick, saving us a lot of trouble." ”

"Check to see if there's anyone alive!" Plath walked towards the bathroom and the balcony, and it was obvious that if there were still people there, they would definitely not die in the scuffle, and maybe they would lurk and wait for him to be careless, and give himself a shot, Plath didn't want that.

He cautiously looked towards the toilet, there was no one, and went to the balcony to see, but there was still no one. Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard a "bang" gunshot, which startled him, and he couldn't help but want to go over there angrily, this damn fool, let him die of a headache, can't he use a dagger?

Just as he passed by the kitchen, suddenly a man flashed out of the kitchen, pointing a pistol at him. He couldn't help but stop, and if he tried to move again, he would definitely be shot to death by the man. Because he could see that the man was definitely not a straw bag, but a somewhat ruthless person.

It's not surprising that there are one or two such people hidden in the gangsters, because everyone doesn't happen overnight, and those big drug lords also started as small drug dealers. It's just that they often have something special. Now this person must be such a person. To be able to survive the melee, there must be a reason for him.

"Well, I lost!" Plath slowly raised his hands, turned around, and then looked at the man who was holding the pistol at him, young, fierce-eyed, silent, and not lightly opened his mouth to reveal his heart. Such people have already begun to have the potential to become drug lords.

"I can put the gun down!" Plath felt that she needed to gain enough trust from this man, so she let go of her hand and the shotgun fell to the ground. Ran occasionally put down the submachine gun on his shoulder, and then took off the pistol in the holster tied to his thigh and threw it on the ground.

"Can we talk about it now?" Plath looked at the young man who was holding a pistol without saying a word, and said every word very carefully, "I have a big business to work with people here, you know I'm an American!" ”

"But...... He's Middle Eastern! The young man said softly, referring to Enis, who was still in the basement checking for a live mouth, "Speak, what do you want?" ”

"We don't want anything, we just want to find a passage and introduce a big business!" Plath said as exaggerated as she could, trying to arouse the young man's ambitions, "I can choose to work with you, a big business, you can become another big boss!" ”

"Sounds tempting!" The young man suddenly laughed slightly, this kind of laughter made Plath extremely alert, and he immediately realized that this young man didn't believe these lies he made up at all, and wanted to kill himself, so he suddenly leaned down, took out a pistol from his waist, and aimed it at the young man.

"Bang", the gun hit the young man's shoulder, but not the shoulder with the gun, although it was bad, but Plath only dared to shoot a few more shots in a row, "bang, bang" in the gunshot, the young man was pushed back again and again by the impact of the bullet, and finally sat down on the ground, blood came out of his mouth and body.

Unexpectedly, the young man was hit by Plath and died. After hearing the gunshots, Ennis also rushed up from the basement, and the thugs in the basement were already dead. Seeing that Plath was wiping the sweat from his face, he couldn't help but nod and said, "You killed two?" ”

"Yes, they almost killed me!" Plath breathed a sigh of relief, then motioned to Enis, and the two of them checked the place again until they were sure that there was indeed no one alive, and then sat down slightly tired and rested for a while, and then the two checked the equipment again.

"Let's go. I don't want to stay in a place like this, it's too bloody! Enis was a little distraught by the corpses and the smell of blood, and after packing up his things and preparing to leave, he turned back to Plath, "Are we a contribution to the U.S. government?" ”

"No, it's the Mexican government!" Plath replied as she walked, but after taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped again, and then turned and walked back.

This action made Ennis a little puzzled, so he said loudly, "Hey, what's wrong with you?" What are you going back for? ”

Plath ignored him, but walked up to the young man who had been shot by himself, crouched down, looked carefully at the young man's face, which felt strange, and then at the young man's hands, which were clean, but very powerful. Finally he took the pistol from the young man's hand.

Exiting the magazine, then looking, reloading again, then putting the muzzle of the gun against the young man's body, holding the muzzle of the gun with a torn suit, pulling the trigger, and hearing the dull sound of "bang bang", the bullet was drained by Plath, and then threw the pistol next to the young man's body.

"What do you want to do? A dead man, and you still shoot at him? Do you have a grudge against him? Ennis followed, and looked at Plath in confusion, only to see him frowning, as if there was something he couldn't think of. Then he started walking out the door. The cars driven by these thugs at the door were parked in the ping.

"Let's go, we can get out of here now!" With a cold face, Plath got into the car, started the car, beckoned Ennis to get in the car, and then decisively kicked the accelerator, and the car sped away without stopping at all.

Until the car disappeared on the road outside the villa, at this time a figure slowly appeared in the night, he looked at the disappeared car, then smiled slightly, and left silently.

Today he watched a wonderful shootout and participated in a wonderful performance, and he was already very satisfied, and everything was going on according to his plan. It's time to go to the town and see the aspiring painter. (To be continued......) R1292