After removing the danger of being accidentally injured by Siobhan, Ethan carried the M4A1 around the other side of the Ford F150, where there was a large tree, and he rolled over and hid behind the trunk.

When Ethan changed the magazine, the motorcyclists heard the gunfire and stopped, and knowing that there were not many people in ambush, they shouted and got up to aim and fire back.

As gunfire erupted, the Ford F150 rang out from time to time with the sound of being hit by bullets.

Ethan felt a pain in his flesh, because he was afraid that driving a police car here would scare the motorcycle party away, so he could only drive his own car, but now it is good, it is estimated that the insurance company will not pay.

He poked his head out from behind the trunk of the tree and looked out, unaware that the motorcyclists had shifted positions.

On the side of the road, two men were half-crouching, shooting at their truck with pistols, and not far away a bearded man was hiding behind a motorcycle that had overturned to the ground.

I saw him smile hideously, and his black hooded hand groped out a glass bottle from his arms, and then used a lighter to light the strip of cloth stuffed in front of the bottle.

"The special Molotov cocktails are all brought."

Ethan no longer hesitated, quickly picked up the gun, aimed at the Molotov cocktail that had been ignited, pulled the trigger, and with a crisp "bang", a ball of flame exploded.

As the flames burst out, the bearded smile was instantly sluggish.

The next moment, his whole body turned into a huge torch, he never thought that the homemade Molotov cocktail, which had been in prison for many years and had worked hard to learn, did not expect that the first time it opened, it would set himself on fire.

A miserable howl sounded in the night, Ethan looked at the humanoid torch writhing wildly on the ground, sighed, he was a soft-hearted person, and he couldn't see people suffering, and then turned his gaze away.

Seeing the tragic situation of their companions, the remaining two people were already frightened, and they were originally sure of everything, but they didn't expect that in just a few minutes, their side would be wiped out.

One of them threw away the empty pistol in a panic, turned around and ran in the other direction, stumbling into the night.

At this moment, Siobhan appeared on the other side of the road.

She was wearing her long black hair, holding Glock in her hand, and chasing after the man with vigorous steps, and her mouth kept roaring, "Die, you damn bastards." ”

The two disappeared into the night one after the other, only to see the gunfire flicker seven or eight times, and then the gunfire stopped.

The rest of the man was in horror with his bulky Harley-Davidson and tried to escape by borrowing a car, but as Ethan's bullet fired, he trembled as quickly as if he had been electrocuted a few times before lying on top of the motorcycle.

The humanoid torch also stopped rolling at this time, only the fire was burning, and the scene suddenly became quiet, and after seeing that there was no movement, Ethan swung the shoulder strap and threw the emptied M4A1 to his back.

Taking out a 6-inch python revolver from the space, he flicked it comfortably, stepped on the bullet casings on the ground and walked out of the shadows behind the tree trunk.

At the scene, the Harley-Davidson motorcycle was broken and debris was everywhere, and several corpses were lying on the ground.

Ethan approached the scene, decisively covered his nose with one hand, feeling that he should not be able to eat barbecue for a few days, and suddenly heard a snort, he grabbed the python's revolver and walked over quickly.

Unexpectedly, the man with glasses who was shot first was not dead, but he was lying on the ground panting, staring at Ethan through the broken glasses with dead gray eyes.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, "You are murder, without any warning, without showing your identity, I will sue you." ”

"Well, I'm sorry, I was so excited just now that I forgot to identify myself, but you shouldn't care, right?" Ethan scratched his head in embarrassment.

The man with the eyes was so angry that he almost closed his breath, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

At this moment, the sound of light footsteps sounded, and Ethan looked up, Siobhan walked barefoot with a black Glock in his hand, his black hair still wet, and it looked like he had just taken a shower.

She wears a pair of plaid pajama pants and a gray tank top.

His bare feet were covered with black dirt, and when he walked over, he stepped on a piece of broken glass, and red blood flowed out, Siobhan frowned, bent down and pulled it off, and walked over to Ethan.

"Are you done with that?"

"That's it." Siobhan flicked the gun in his hand.

She looked at the surrounding situation with a look of fear on her face, "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened." ”

"You're welcome, we're friends."

Ethan smiled at her, then took a few steps to the side, and an M1911 fell on the ground, and he kicked Colt into the glasses man's hand with a gentle kick.

"Fake, what are you going to do?"

The man with glasses looked at the Colt M1911 that had slid to his hand, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble.

Ethan's index finger lightly tapped the cold python, the expensive revolver had shrunk his net worth by a large chunk, and he didn't know how it felt.

"Pick it up," Ethan's cold voice rang out.

"Fake, I don't want it, what do you want to do, you're a policeman?"

The glasses man's hand close to M1911 also suddenly retracted, and the pistol that was close to Chi Chi seemed to turn into a ball of hot coals.

"Do you see the badge on my body? That's your only chance, are you sure you don't want to? ”

Ethan smiled at him, baring his white teeth, and raised his python revolver.

Siobhan looked at the situation in front of him, stopped talking, then gritted his teeth and slowly lifted Glock to the man in glasses.

The man with glasses looked at the two muzzles of the black hole in front of him, his pupils contracted violently a few times, and then cursed madly, "Fake, you two crazy bastards, I'm going to kill you." ”

He desperately reached for his pistol, and the next moment his fingers touched M1911, a dense burst of gunfire rang out.

Listening to the faint sound of sirens in the distance, Ethan pressed the bullet nest and slapped it lightly, and six bullet casings fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp impact sound.

The sound also brought Siobhan back to his senses, and he loosened his arm holding the gun.

"We're doing it privately, it's not right." She muttered.

Ethan had wanted to get rid of the glasses man before Siobhan returned, but he didn't expect her to come back so quickly, but he couldn't let go of this opportunity to prevent future trouble.

He was about to persuade him, but to his surprise, Siobhan looked up at him, his eyes becoming unusually determined.

"Ethan, you don't have to enlighten me, I didn't stop you, I chose to do it."

"This female cousin brought a few bastards over, wanted my life, burned my home, and I let him go to hell first."

Ethan lit a cigarette, took out the badge and hung it on his chest, and took off his coat to put on the excited Siobhan.

At this time, a police Chevrolet SUV drove by with dazzling lights, and after a screeching sound as the tires rubbed wildly against the ground, the vehicle stopped.