With a loud bang, the front side of the car hit the bridge pier.

The police car was directly lifted off, and after turning in a circle in the air, it fell into the river.

Boom.

The shallow water of the river exploded and flew several meters high.

Ethan passed out in a whirlwind.

The water splashed and caused ripples, and the river flowed again, taking away broken glass and car plastic parts.

I don't know how long it took, Ethan slowly opened his eyes in a dizziness.

There was a commotion in my ears.

"Bring Cheton first."

"What about these two strips?"

"You watch here first, and then we'll talk about it later."

Ethan looked to the side, and Siobhan tilted his head to the side, a wisp of blood dripping from his forehead.

Now the whole car is turned upside down, and the river is flowing through the roof.

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and he turned his gaze, and Cheton was picked up by several men and ran towards the back of the car.

Ethan gently moved all parts of his body, and he was fine, and his movement was not limited.

At this moment, footsteps sounded, and a man walked to his side.

Noticing that there was only one person walking around on his side, he gritted his teeth and quickly pulled out Glock, aiming his legs at the window and pulling the trigger.

"Bang bang."

After two gunshots, the man standing next to him fell to his knees in the river screaming, his eyes looking in horror at the muzzle of the gun in the black hole in the car window.

Another gunshot rang out, and the bullet directly lifted off a piece of the skull, plopped, and fell into the river with the red and white object.

"Shet."

"The strip is awake."

Ethan shot as he pressed the seatbelt button and fell into the river, then he quickly kicked off the last remaining glass in the window and got out of the car.

Dense gunfire rang out, and bullets whizzed past him.

Ethan hurriedly crouched down, raised his hand, and fired a few random shots at the place where the gunfire came from, and immediately moved to the direction of the car's butt.

His luck was good, and he didn't know where the few shots he had just fired indiscriminately hit him, and there was a scream, and then the sound of a hasty flight sounded.

Sure there were no enemies behind him, Ethan flashed out of the back of the car.

Two masked men in front of him were running desperately towards the riverbank with their legs flung and one of them holding his arms.

Ethan gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger desperately, and the gunfire flashed.

Bullets poured out of the magazine, burrowing into the two men who were fleeing.

His eyes were cold, and he unceremoniously fired his gun as he walked forward.

As the bullet casings continued to be thrown, the two people trembled wildly like an electric shock, and a cloud of blood mist exploded on their bodies, and then they fell straight down, and the river instantly dyed red.

Magazine depleted.

The pistol hangs up empty.

At this moment, the figures on the shore flickered, and the fire flickered.

It's just that the marksmanship is too poor, and it hits him in front of him and makes a splash.

Ethan cleanly unleashed the empty magazine and slapped the spare magazine into his grip.

Pull the sleeve and pull the trigger.

"Bang."

The bullet flew exactly where the fire flashed, and blood bloomed.

"Waterfa."

"Mom mess with Fake, run, this strip is too fierce."

After a few frightened shouts from the shore, the sound of car tires turning wildly rang out.

Ethan rushed forward, occasionally firing a few shots at the shore.

When he ran to the riverbank, he saw only a body left on the side of the road, and the two cars in front of him had fled a hundred meters away.

Ethan suddenly relaxed, clasped his hands on his knees, and stared at the fleeing car.

He touched his face with his hand, and it was all red.

Remembering that Siobhan still didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he shook off his steps again and ran down the riverbank.

Coming to the overturned police car, he threw himself into the water, reached into the driver's seat, and pointed his trembling hand under Siobhan's nose.

Ethan swallowed and slumped in the river.

He lifted his spirits and stuck Glock back in his holster, and Siobhan was fine.

Ethan held Siobhan with one hand, then unbuckled her seatbelt and carefully pulled her out of the car.

After dropping her down on the grass on the riverbank, Ethan pulled out his cell phone and called.

Hood's voice came from his phone.

"Ethan, where are you going?"

"We were attacked by the Red Bones, and Siobhan and I were both injured, and Cheton fled, hurry over and call an ambulance."

Ethan said the approximate location and hung up.

He clenched his phone tightly, looked at the unconscious Siobhan, and secretly swore in his heart that Cheton must die.

Putting his phone away, Ethan examined the wound on Siobhan's head.

Ethan opened the tail box, the contents fell one after another, he picked up the first aid kit, walked over to Siobhan, removed the glass, detoxified her, and then bandaged it briefly.

After bandaging Siobhan, he returned to the police car and kicked in the rickety rearview mirror.

I picked up a piece of lens in the river and took a look at myself, I don't know what was scratched on my forehead, and the wound had stopped bleeding, but it seemed that I still needed a few stitches.

It was not easy to bandage himself, so he looked at the mirror and poured some disinfectant on his head in pain.

Throwing away the lenses, he walked over to the corpse.

Pull the towel apart, it's aborigines.

Ethan didn't care about anything else, and walked up to the riverbank with Siobhan in his arms, and waited by the side of the road.

From time to time, I passed by a car and saw a town policeman standing next to the small bridge with a bloody face smoking a cigarette with an unhappy face, and the accelerator pedal was a little heavier.

It was already dark, and the cigarette butts were on and off.

Ethan took out his phone and looked at it, and half an hour had passed since the call was made.

"Hey, are you okay?"

A faint voice sounded next to him, and Ethan dropped his cigarette butt in surprise and crouched down.

Siobhan's eyes widened and he squeezed out a smile.

"Great, I've finally woken up."

Siobhan struggled to sit up and whispered, "You're hurt." ”

"I'm fine, it's a small problem, but you've been in a coma for a long time."

Ethan smiled and helped Siobhan to his feet, and the end of the road lit up red and blue.

The lights kept flickering, and with the sound of sirens, three police cars sped towards them.

The screeching sound of brakes sounded.

Hood, Brock, and Emmett got out of the car and ran towards Ethan.

"Shet, I haven't seen you look so embarrassed except for the one time with Sanchez."

Hood exclaimed in surprise when he saw Ethan's face covered in blood.

Ethan hugged Siobhan, who was still a little dizzy, and hurriedly asked:

"Where's the ambulance?"

Hood replied, "Coming soon." ”

Seeing them like this, Emmett hurriedly pressed the radio and urged the ambulance.

After confirming that Siobhan's vital signs were okay, Hood and Brock turned on their tactical flashlights and walked down the riverbank, where expletives soon rang out.

It didn't take long for Jefferson County and state troopers, as well as ambulances, to arrive at the scene.

When they saw the four corpses placed by Hood and them on the side of the road, they all cast surprised glances at Ethan.

(End of chapter)