Hunter went to three nightclubs in quick succession to find that they were all occupied by SWAT teams, and they had strong firepower and good tactics, relying on the hard texture of the building itself, to keep themselves out, and even had the strength to send men to pursue them.

During the pursuit, Hunter's gang continued to shoot at vehicles on the side of the road, killing or injuring several drivers of the vehicles, causing severe traffic jams on the road, which also allowed them to escape the SWAT pursuit.

Hunter stood in the back of the sedan, his upper body sticking out of the sunroof. He held an AK47 assault rifle equipped with a drum in one hand and a cigar in the other, and the oncoming air currents blew his hair irregularly.

His eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was heavy, and a voice kept repeating in his head for revenge, revenge on everyone who dared to provoke him.

He is now completely immersed in the thrill of revenge, and neither rival gangs nor the FBI can stop his retaliation.

The four cars quickly cut through the traffic and headed for the only remaining nightclub. All Hunter was thinking about getting back to the store and restocking his ammo before heading back to the block to take out the rest of the gang, and he had seen the door of the nightclub close at hand, and his mouth kept screaming.

"Hurry up, fools, hurry up, we're almost there, we can do anything, we're not afraid of anyone, take out everyone who dares to provoke us. ”

The other gunmen in several cars were excited when they heard Hunt's roar, and each of them was stuffing various illegal drugs into their mouths.

Suddenly, the sedan in which Hunter was riding suddenly skidd, and the driver immediately held the steering wheel and pressed the brakes straight to the end to control the sedan swinging back and forth.

The out-of-control sedan caused a violent swing, and the sudden swing caused Hunter, who was standing in the back seat, to be thrown back and forth, and his body slammed against the edge of the sunroof, and the violent impact made him let out a muffled grunt of pain.

At the same time, he was also poked in the face by the cigar he was holding in his hand, and a blister instantly burned out from the place where he was poked.

The car came to a halt 100 meters from the entrance of the nightclub, and Hunter shook his somewhat dazed head, he didn't know what was happening, and the strong effect of the drug made him ignore the pain in his body.

He looked up ahead and vaguely saw a sniper in a SWAT uniform aiming at them in a hidden corner on the roof of the nightclub.

At the moment of seeing the other party, Hunter roared loudly: "It's a sniper of the strip, get out of the car, find cover, and kill the other party." ”

Several other vehicles also came to a sharp stop, and the gunmen in the cars disembarked and moved around with assault rifles, looking for a solid wall to use as cover.

Although their minds were excited at this time, they also knew that hiding in the hull itself could only usher in the tragic fate of being killed by snipers.

After finding cover, everyone raised their assault rifles and continued to shoot at the nightclub, and the bullets hit the walls and glass outside the nightclub, forming craters.

The glass shattered into particles that fell off the exterior wall and fell to the ground to form fragments, which reflected the light of the muzzle flame caused by the firing of various firearms into small flashes.

Caroline saw that Hunter's car was parked not far away, and she secretly cursed the other party for how the other party didn't have a car and killed people, if the FBI didn't want to catch it alive, how could the other party be so arrogant and rampage through the block.

She knew that the other party's life was far less important than the intelligence information of the MS-13 gang in his mind, and the FBI was desperate to catch the other party and make a deal with the other party to try to take out the MS-13 stronghold in other states.

Otherwise, if the shot just shot at his head, it would instantly turn him into a rotten watermelon above the neck.

Caroline clenched the HK416 assault rifle in her hand and aimed it at the scattered gunmen with a mechanical sight, ready to shoot. Only Hunt was left alive, and the others could be killed on the spot. She plans to finish off the gunmen first, and then capture Hunter alive.

The SWAT team members crouched half-crouched behind improvised bunkers and aimed at their targets, waiting for Caroline to give the order to fire.

Caroline watched as the other party gradually approached the bar, and when she was almost 50 meters, she raised her hand and waved it downward, shouting, "Fire." ”

All of their assault rifles opened fire at the same time, firing bullets at the gunners on the opposite side. The gunmen on the opposite side also fired at the nightclub where they were at the same time, and the bullets fired by both sides staggered through the air, kicking off the interception battle.

Owen, one of the older members of the SWAT team, crouched behind a bunker of booths and metal tables and chairs in a nightclub and shot outward, ducking back behind cover with each shot, and then shooting when there was a reload gap on the opposite side.

On the opposite side, a barrage of AK47 barrage had filled the concrete wall outside the entrance of the nightclub, and he glanced up to see a strange pattern formed by dozens of pierced holes in the wall, like a funny grimace.

Through the dim street lamps on the block, he saw a few guys on the other side holding AK47s with drums, which were 100 rounds of ammunition.

Not only did he doubt that their squad would be able to complete the interception mission, but if there was no more support, all of them would probably have to be here.

Owen looked at their temporary female chief, who had a bravery rarely seen among female officers. Even if the ceramic baffle in the tactical vest was hit by a bullet, there was still no snort, and his expression did not change, he was really a strong woman.

Not only is he tough, but he is so beautiful, even more beautiful than those models in magazines, especially the pair of big breasts, which are simply a pair of murder weapons.

Owen didn't know what kind of man could be worthy of such a strong female chief, he felt that at least a superhero like Batman could be qualified, and he himself was not qualified anyway.

Owen was thinking wildly as he took the opportunity to open his head and fire a few shots, knocking out a gunman on the other side and then retreating. He estimated that there were not many bullets left in the magazine, and reached for the magazine bag in his thigh, but only touched one shock bomb.

"I'm running out of bullets, whoever has a surplus, throw one over. Owen shouted at his loudest pitch amid the deafening gunfire.

One of the team members threw over a magazine and said, "I have one left, then, save some money." ”

Another member of the team was cut in the cheek by the debris from the bullet hitting the wooden deck, he touched it casually without care, looked at the gunman who was gradually approaching outside, and shouted: "Sir, when will the support arrive, we will almost be unable to hold on, and if we don't come, the brothers will all explain." ”

The looming crisis had made it impossible for the team member to distinguish between the lady and the chief.

Caroline looked at the gunman outside, raised her gun and fired a few bullets outward, retracted into cover and shouted: "Use the captured guns if there are no bullets, the others save ammunition, hold on a little longer, and the support will arrive soon." ”

She had just received a notification from the command center from the earhook communicator, and support was stuck in the road. Now the whole of Dallas and Fort Worth is in a mess, full of SWAT and FBI agents exchanging fire with gangsters, almost catching up with Somalia.

The exterior wall of the nightclub has been battered by the opponent's AK47, which is more than a small hole in a tennis racket, and it looks like it is almost unsupportable. Not only the front gate, but also the back door had gunners attacking, although the firepower was not as strong as the front, but it also blocked their retreat.

Caroline didn't know where Mo Yi was at this time, she really hoped that the other party was by her side, giving herself courage, and sheltering herself from the wind and rain.

She had been shot several times, and although the bullets were blocked by the ceramic plate, she did not feel pain. The crisis in front of her made her have no time to take care of herself, and she didn't realize her specialness, but thought it was caused by mental stress and adrenaline secretion.

If a practitioner had been present at this time, she would have seen a thin layer of black Lingqi flowing around her on Caroline's skin.

Caroline looked across again, her gray-white pupils immediately constricted, and she saw four more cars coming in the distance, one of whom got out of the car and took out a long, thick cylinder from the trunk.

She stared intently, then turned and threw herself backwards, shouting in the loudest voice of her mouth, "Be careful, RPG." ”

Hunter's entire eyeballs were blood-red at this time, and his energy was extremely excited, and his temples were protruding. He shoved a large number of pills into his mouth and shot into the nightclub with an assault rifle.

He had already shot two drums, this was already the third, and there were only 8 gunners left around. Despite the bullets on everyone's bodies, they continued to rush to the nightclub despite the support of the drugs.

Hunter looked at the crumbling façade of the nightclub and had only one thought in his mind, rushing in to kill all the strips and replenish his ammo to fight his way back to the block. As for the drugs in the nightclub, the money, and even the ledgers left behind have been left behind by him.

He was like a crazy gambler at this point, putting everything he had on the table, thinking that if he won, he would take it all, and if he lost...... There is no later.

The constant sound of bewilderment in his head, coupled with the stimulation of drugs and blood, made him think that if he killed everyone, he would become the boss of the city, and that any rival gang would no longer be his opponent.

He heard the roar of cars coming from behind, and when he looked back and saw four cars carrying his men speeding towards him, he only felt that this was the favor of God.

Looking at the gunman who got out of the car parked in front of him, he thought he was about to win the game. Especially when one of the gunners took out the RPG bazooka from the trunk, he was extremely excited.

He snatched the bazooka from his opponent's hand and turned to aim at the nightclub, not paying any attention to the craters around him from the bullets fired from the opposite side, and even the fantasy that the bullets would avoid him.

Hunter pulled the trigger sharply, and the rocket dragged a long tail of smoke straight to the door of the nightclub, and as a huge explosion was heard, the fire at the door instantly illuminated the entire warehouse area, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into thick smoke.

The improvised fortifications built by the SWAT team were completely blown apart by the shock wave generated by the explosion, and the crumbling bricks and tiles of the exterior wall were blown down by the explosion, and the crumbling brick walls flew in all directions. Most of the SWAT team members around them were hit by the flying masonry and fell into a fainting, and in rare cases, they were also confused, and it was difficult for them to get up again to fight back.

Owen was hit by the bricks at the moment of the explosion and passed out, blood dripping from his forehead down his cheeks into the dust, quickly solidifying into a dark red.

The heat spread in all directions as the explosion scorched his skin, and Hunter had no idea how close he was to the center of the explosion.

When he saw a staggering figure standing up in the door of the nightclub, although it was swaying back and forth, it was still shooting in his direction. The bullet grazed a streak of blood in his face, which made Hunter furious.

Suddenly, he noticed that the swaying figure on the other side seemed to look familiar, and when the smoke cleared, he finally saw clearly. The other party was a female police detective who had been with the Chinese before, and she was aiming at him with a pistol at this time.

This made Hunter feel that she was simply the best gift from heaven to him, and he was going to blow the other party to scum. He grinned and asked his men to take out another rocket from the trunk, and after reloading, he aimed at the female police detective and pulled the trigger.

"Hahahaha, strip, go die. ”

The rockets again dragged a long tail of smoke towards the nightclub, and a huge explosion sounded again, and the smoke billowed again. Hunter laughed and roared maniacally, he wanted to rush to see the female detective who had been blown into countless pieces by him, but after four or five steps out, he instinctively felt as if something was wrong.

At the center of the explosion, the smoke around it was forming an eerie tornado around the entrance of the nightclub, and it was spinning at a rapid speed. At the same time, the surrounding night becomes more and more intense, as if separating the nightclub from other areas into two completely different spaces.

Hunter suddenly felt a terrifying chill hit him, and the cold chill made his hair stand on end. He looked ahead and saw two black dots in the smoke, they were darker than the night around them, and if he looked closely, he could see a ghostly light flashing through the black dots, shooting straight into his eyes.

He only felt as if he had seen the demons of hell, like a pool of arctic ice water poured on his head, instantly turning his brain from high excitement to a biting chill. His legs trembled unconsciously, and his hands trembled with guns.

As the smoke spun faster and faster, it spread in all directions with a bang as it turned to the extreme. Hunter saw a young Asian dressed in black appear at the door of the nightclub and stop between him and the female police detective.

He recognized the other party's appearance, which was the Chinese he had always wanted to kill.