Ethan helped the man to put him down, pulled out his dagger and wiped it on his clothes a few times, and ran quickly towards the stairs.

One more floor up, and came to a door.

The two glanced at each other, and Joe slammed the door.

"Here, I said why don't you bastards feed yet, my little pets are starving, you slackers."

There was a rhythmic expletive sound from inside the room, and then the door was pulled open.

Joe smashed it with a single punch with lightning speed, and the fist slammed into the face of the person inside, shattering the glasses, and the person who opened the door fainted without saying a word.

Ethan raised his gun and burst in, looking around the muzzle of the gun, and there was only one person inside.

After Joe locked the door, Ethan lowered his gun and looked at the man lying on the ground.

He was dressed in a fancy black suit with a fancy handkerchief tucked into his pocket, his head was shaved and shaved, with only a few centimeters of black hair in the middle.

It seemed that this was the Channing that the cigar man was talking about, and Joe pulled a table from the side and tossed everything on it.

"Help me carry him up." Joe said to Ethan.

After the two of them put Channing on their backs on the table, Ethan looked at the central control room.

Inside, the luxurious desk is facing a surveillance wall, on which more than twenty monitors are neatly arranged.

More than a dozen of them are lit up, some people are sleeping inside, and some people are like walking corpses inside.

Next to it were several tall cabinets and a large pile of equipment that I don't know what it was used for, and the cabinets were full of various materials.

Joe's voice rang out, "Ethan, give me your dagger." ”

Ethan turned around to find that Joe had taken off Channing's coat and pants, which he used to tie Channing firmly to the table, leaving his head dangling in the air, exposing his neck.

Glancing at Channing in a coma, Ethan pulled the dagger from his waist with a leather sheath and handed it to Joe.

"Don't call me by name."

"I'm sorry."

Joe took the dagger, apologized embarrassedly, and then walked to the middle desk and picked up a salt cup for takeout.

Ethan asked him curiously, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Do what I'm supposed to do."

After Joe replied, he raised his hand angrily and threw out a mouthful.

After a crisp snap, Channing's eyelashes fluttered and he slowly opened his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, another mouth was thrown out, Channing screamed in pain, struggled desperately, and shouted loudly:

"What happened? Who are the two of you? ”

Joe put his hands on his knees, leaned his head over, and slowly uncovered the soft rubber mask, staring at Channing excitedly.

"Mommy Fake, you won't forget who I am, right?"

Channing looked at the pale man in front of him, his pupils contracted violently, and he knew that it was useless to resist, and he said stiffly:

"I thought it was who, it turned out that the little pet had come back to find its owner."

Joe squinted his eyes, then slapped Channing twice in a row.

Channing shook his head, gritted his teeth and said:

"There's a kind of you let go of me, man to man, heads-up, come on."

"Don't worry, I'll play with you for a while." Joe pulled the dagger from its leather sheath and flicked his fingers on the tip of the knife with a crisp sound.

"Shet, what are you going to do?"

Channing shook his body violently, it was useless, and he quickly turned his head to look at Ethan.

"Hey, Mommy Fake, which one are you? Hurry up and let him stop, maybe you still have a chance to get out of here alive. ”

Ethan rummaged through the cabinets and replied casually:

"I'm nobody, you can enjoy this little party, this is what many of his people have spent many years in exchange, I think you can cooperate."

"Mommy Fark, you two bastards, listen to me, I'm just a manager, understand?"

Channing continued to explain hurriedly: "This business didn't start with me, and it won't end because of me, as long as there is hatred, as long as there is interest, someone will do this kind of thing." ”

"You have a point." Ethan turned around and looked at Joe

"What are you doing standing, hurry up and let him continue to convince us with reason."

At Channing's screams, Ethan opened a cabinet door, his eyes lit up, and two AR-15s were set up in the cabinet.

He hurriedly grabbed the two guns, unloaded the magazines and checked them, which were full of yellow, orange and orange bullets.

There is also a thick pile of cash next to it, and at a cursory glance, twenty or thirty thousand is about the same.

He unceremoniously shoved the wad of cash into his pocket, then stood up with two AR-15s in both hands.

Ignoring Channing's scolding, Joe was carefully picking at the flesh on Channing's neck with the tip of his knife.

Ethan glanced at the surveillance wall, his gaze fixed on one of the monitors, and he hurried a few steps in.

In a small room, a long-haired woman in a white T-shirt and shorts is curled up at the end of the bed, staring blankly at TV.

"Nora?"

Ethan looked at the monitor in shock, and actually saw her here after saying goodbye to the Chino Moon Casino.

Unexpectedly, this proud princess of the Chino tribe was actually caught and imprisoned here, Ethan couldn't help but grin.

"Wait."

Ethan stopped Joe pouring salt into Channing's neck and handed him an AR-15.

"You play slowly, I'll go out for a while."

Joe took the gun, "Where are you going?" ”

Ethan pointed to the monitor behind him, "Help." ”

Joe shook his hand embarrassedly, and the salt grains scattered, "I'm sorry, I'm just thinking about myself." ”

Channing screamed, "What do you bastard want to do." ”

Ethan patted Channing on the shoulder, "You enjoy." ”

As he cursed, Ethan pushed open the door and walked out, Joka slamming it shut inside.

Not knowing exactly where Nora was being held, he descended the stairs and walked down the hallway to a door with one of those old-fashioned latch locks.

Reach out and pull it up, and it can be opened easily, but it is difficult to open it from the inside.

Ethan pushed open the door, and inside was a man with a shocked expression.

In his frightened gaze, Ethan flicked the rifle in his hand, casually said that you are free, and then continued to walk forward.

It wasn't until seven or eight doors had been opened that someone poked out of the room, afraid of some trap.

At this moment, a shrill sound was heard, and the alarm sounded.

Only then did the imprisoned people react and fled in all directions.

Is this a guard who found the body of the slain? It was slow enough to react, Ethan shook his head and pushed the door open.

With her hands on her knees, Nora curled up at the foot of the bed appeared in front of him.

Seeing Ethan appear in the doorway, Nora immediately clenched her fists in a defensive posture.

It seems that he has not been imprisoned for a long time, and he still has the energy to resist.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? Nora asked hurriedly.

Dense footsteps could be heard in the distance, and Ethan pulled USP from his waist and handed it over.

(End of chapter)