Jeffrey and Keppel's men suppressed SWAT firepower and gradually gained the upper hand. Van Di Hail turns on his phone after the magnet grenade explodes and continues to contact his men. Of course, Van Dyhale's biggest concern was the Keatons on the second floor and Robin.

Robin definitely can't let go, and Van DiHaile is still counting on the new drug formula in the woman's hand. As long as he has this, no matter how big the loss is today, he can find a chance to make a comeback. She is her own cash cow.

As for Keaton, Van DiHail has already recognized in his heart that he must be the one who attracted the police, and it is Keaton's responsibility to cause such a situation today, and he must not be spared easily.

But in the room on the second floor of the villa, Van Dihale and the others originally put a lot of weapons, and even the automatic machine gun was in the room. McMenus and Tony **** also turned the auto cannon to the door, and as long as anyone wanted to enter the room, they would be torn apart by the 21 mm cannon.

"You idiots, you don't even have concussion grenades?" Van DyHail yelled at a few of his men in the villa. He had just lost three people on the second floor, and he couldn't even get in the door to his room.

The man with colored hair sat on the sofa, squinting at Van Dihale reprimanding his men, smiling at the corners of his mouth. He himself is a second-in-command of a drug cartel and had come to talk about the sale of new drugs after they were made, hoping to give their gang a quota so that he could further strengthen his position.

Seeing the wicked ridicule of the Color-Headed Man, the anger in Van Dihair's heart became even more violent. But he couldn't resist not making a move on the color-headed man, but squinted at him, and then at the other bald black man.

The bald black man was leaning against the corner with a cigarette in his mouth. He was a negotiator for another drug cartel.

"You two," Van DiHaile said, pointing to the color-headed man and the bald black man. "Whoever of you can go up and kill Keaton will get five percent more than the other one when new drugs are produced."

"Five percent?" The color-headed man shook his head uncontrollably, "I still have to think about it, don't you think it's too little?" ”

"Childish!" The black bald man only said a word, and walked towards the staircase with his hands in his pockets.

"Humph!" The man with the color head didn't look at the black bald head, and looked at the ceiling.

The bald black man followed the stairs to the second-floor hallway. Keaton's room was in the first room. The door to the room was not closed, and three corpses were lying in the doorway, blood seeping into the wooden floor, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

The bald black man did not step forward recklessly. He knew that the automatic machine gun was aimed at the doorway, and if there was only a moving target, it would shoot immediately. Unhurriedly, he took out a palm-sized mirror from his bosom and carefully looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"It's so handsome!" The black man smiled slightly, then threw the mirror into the air.

The small mirror did not rotate in the air, and the mirror was oriented in the direction of the room. Flew to the location of the door.

From the identification of the target, aiming, to the start of firing, there will be a time error of one-tenth of a second in the middle of the automatic machine gun. A tenth of a second later, a bullet hit the mirror accurately, shattering it to pieces.

Just before the mirror shattered, the bald black man had already seen through the reflection of the mirror where the machine gun was firing. At the same time as the mirror was shattered, the bald black man's pistol in his other hand stuck out of the door frame. The trigger is pulled.

Bang!

There was only one gunshot, one bullet. The bullet accurately hit the body of the automaton. Sparks fly.

"Damn!" McMenus cursed under his breath. The automatic cannon was hit by this shot in a critical component and could no longer fire.

"Banana, you Barra!" Tony **** Ni was also angry, but what he did was to throw a broken grenade.

The round grenade was thrown from the doorway, bouncing three times off the wall of the corridor on the second floor, just in front of the bald black man.

"But ......" Before the bald black man could finish a word, the grenade exploded in front of him.

The Color-Headed Man appeared at the bottom of the stairs at this point. Watch blacks get blown up with their own eyes. "One less competitor." He said with a sigh.

"It's up to you now." Van Dihale waved his hand, indicating that he would ask the man with the color head to help.

The man with colored hair also took out a small comb from his trouser pocket unhurriedly, straightened his most proud hair, and joked triumphantly: "The head can be broken and the blood can flow, and the hairstyle can't be messy!" ”

"You'd better hurry!" Van DiHail urged. "There will be support from the police outside, we need to get out of this place as soon as possible."

"Okay! Rest assured! The color-headed man put away his comb and pulled something else out of his trouser pocket. A silver lightsaber hilt.

When the green light shone on the villa, even Van Dieherle couldn't believe his eyes. "Oh my God, what's that? Is this something that only exists in legends? Where did Middleton find yours from? ”

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." As soon as the color-headed man unfolded his lightsaber, it was like a different person. He did not have the frivolity and tallness he used to be, but became cold and calm.

Walking up the stairs step by step, the man with the colored head came to the second floor. Keaton and McMenus in the room both pointed their guns at the door. Since they don't have automatic defense weapons, they can only manually maintain their vigilance. Tony **** Ni has a grenade in his hand, and the safety ring has been pulled away by him, ready to be thrown out at any time.

The Caitou man did not deliberately slow down, and the sound of his every step on the wooden floor was heard in Tony **** Ni's ears. He was a demolition expert, well aware of the power of the demolition grenade in his hand, and was calculating the distance.

Suddenly, the man with the color head was two steps away from the door. At this moment, Tony **** threw out a grenade.

The hand flew out of the doorway, and like the grenade before, it bounced off the wall again at an angle, landing right in front of the color-headed man. If this grenade exploded, there would probably not be a few strands of colored hair left of him.

At this moment, the lightsaber in the hand of the color-headed man drew an arc very casually, cutting the grenade that was still in the air from the bottom to the top.

Rumble!

The grenade still exploded, but the exploding fireball also seemed to be cut open, and two hemispherical fireballs appeared. In the middle of the two fireballs was the man with the colored head. The fireball scorched the walls around the hallway, but the man with the colored head was unscathed, not even his hair burned. (To be continued.) )