Looking at the scene in front of them, several people looked at each other.

Blake paused, and his mind suddenly remembered New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina passed through in '05.

In the aftermath of the hurricanes and floods, New Orleans went straight into a state of disorder, with rioters burning and looting in front of the National Guard and the police, bowing women and women, and engaging in shootouts with the police.

Although I was prepared that someone would take advantage of the fire to rob, I didn't expect the earthquake to pour out these dregs so quickly.

After the black buddies came out of the luxury store, they saw the explosive Black at a glance, and after several people glanced at each other, they walked over with red eyes.

Blake took a few steps back in horror, and Ollie ducked behind Ben Taylor.

Ben Taylor pretended to be calm, and said in a trembling voice: "Listen, we don't want to make any trouble, we haven't seen anything, can we go?" ”

A bald man wearing a scarf tossed the pistol in his hand from side to side, revealing his golden front teeth, "Of course, but we have a small request." ”

"If you have any requests, just say that I have a few hundred dollars on me, and I can give them all to you."

Ben Taylor shuddered and pulled his wallet out of his pocket, opened it to reveal the colorful bills inside, and carefully threw it at the man's feet.

"We don't lack money, you can let this chick play with a few of our brothers for a while."

The man with the scarf touched his bald head, showed off the big gold chain hanging around his neck, and said with an evil smile.

The three people standing behind him nodded their heads again and again, looking at Blake, their saliva was about to run down, and one was even more outrageous, having already lifted a bag.

Ethan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled at this time, his sweat-soaked hair hanging down on his forehead, looking very sunny and handsome.

"What are you laughing at?"

The top bag Lao Hei, who looked crooked and cracked jujubes, looked at Ethan's handsome face with an unhappy face, and the knife in his hand was about to move.

Ethan didn't bother to talk nonsense, and quickly pulled out the M1911 from his lower back, and under the horrified gaze of several people on the opposite side, sparks erupted from the black muzzle.

In the case of "bang-bang-bang......" at close range, Ethan's bullet did not miss.

knew that this kind of thing would happen, so what he took out of the space today was the drug dealer's M1911, and there was no pressure to use it.

Looking distressedly at the small gold watch and large chain that had fallen to the ground, he walked past several corpses and walked forward.

Although black eats black for him, there is no psychological pressure, but there are a few people behind him, and sometimes he has to pay attention to the image problem.

After walking a few steps, he didn't hear the people behind him follow, Ethan turned around and urged: "You guys hurry up, otherwise there will be some accidents later." ”

Hearing Ethan's urging, Blake woke up and hurriedly followed.

"Ethan, you can't be SWAT, right?" Ollie asked curiously.

"No, I'm a town policeman."

Ethan pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and the lighter clicked and lit.

"I don't believe it," Ollie pouted in displeasure.

"You saved my life a second time, I don't know what to say." Blake wrapped his coat tightly in a state of trepidation.

"Don't care about this kind of thing, let's talk about it if you survive, I don't know what will happen later"

A gunshot rang out from time to time nearby, Ethan clenched his pistol and looked around vigilantly, and the team of zero yuan purchases slowly increased.

Under Ollie's guidance, the crowd came to a shop where the roller shutter had been destroyed.

Ethan looked over and saw that the store was empty, the glass counters had been smashed, and valuables had been looted.

He widened the opening from the side of the roller shutter and motioned for a few people to drill in.

Entering the store, Blake immediately commanded, "What we are looking for is the old-fashioned kind of telephone, the kind connected to the wire, and all the mobile phones should not be able to be used now." ”

Ollie put the San Francisco guidebook back in his backpack: "How do you know these things?" ”

"My dad taught me, and he worked for the Los Angeles Fire and Rescue Team."

Blake said proudly, then reached out and scratched Ollie's nose, and several people rummaged through the shop.

"Found it, is this it?" Ollie pounced on the corner.

"Yes, you're amazing" Blake picked up the microphone, heard the blind voice, happily grabbed Ollie, and kissed him heavily on the forehead, Ollie's little face instantly turned red.

Seeing that he had found a means of communication, Ethan walked out of the store with a cigarette in his mouth, and the outside was getting more and more chaotic, and the smoke was billowing as far as the eye could see, and the sirens sounded in the sky.

Touching his empty belly, he walked into the alley next to him and took out four roasted lunch boxes from the space.

Walking back with his boxed lunch, Ben Taylor was sticking his head out of the gap in the roller shutter when he was relieved to see Ethan appear.

"I thought you left us alone."

Now it's so chaotic outside, Ethan with a gun on his body is the only force around them, Ben Taylor thinks of the scene just now, and his legs are still a little weak, he is alone with a child and a big beauty, and he really doesn't know what to do if he encounters a thug again.

"I went to the side and got something to eat," Ethan said, holding up the bag in his hand.

"Great," Ollie slipped out of Ben Taylor's waist and took the bag back into the shop.

After so long of tossing, several people were already so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs, and they sat on the floor of the store and opened several lunch boxes.

Looking at the oily roast goose legs, everyone's index fingers moved, and even Blake grabbed the goose leg and bit it regardless of the image.

After eating the goose legs, the group slowed down slightly, picked up the spoon, and kept sending the rest of the meal to their mouths.

Fortunately, the intimate roast meat shop owner saw that Ethan was a foreigner and prepared a bunch of spoons, otherwise Ben Taylor and the others would have to eat with their hands.

After eating, Blake handed Ethan a bottle of mineral water, which they had just found in the corner of the shop.

"Have you been able to contact your family?" Ethan unscrews the cap.

"We've been contacted, and my family has asked us to go to a nearby high ground where there's a building called Coit Tower, and my dad is in charge of the Los Angeles rescue team from the air, and he's driving a rescue helicopter to San Francisco."

"We'll meet up there, and we'll be fine soon." Blake happily pulled the phone line and handed the microphone to Ethan, "You call your family too, they will definitely be worried about you." ”

"No thanks, I'm the only one." Ethan smiled faintly and pushed the microphone away.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Blake took the microphone in his hand and said awkwardly.

"It's okay, by the way, let's look around the store and see if there's anything that works" Ethan screwed on the bottle cap and stood up, "Ollie, is there any location in your guidebook about the location of Coit Tower." ”

Ollie was full of food and drink, regained his vitality, jumped up and waved "Yes, Sir, I have found a place just now." ”

"Okay, then let's hurry, the next target is the Coit Tower."