Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Ethan kept leaning over.

Holding the club in his hand, he didn't move.

The smoke from the cigarette reached his eyes, and his eyelashes shook rapidly.

Inside Davis's Bar, there was silence as well.

"Jason, where's the money?"

The man spoke again, and his voice became sinister.

Jason could be heard swallowing saliva from afar, and he said in a dry voice:

"Excuse me, I don't know what you're talking about?"

At this point, Ethan put down his club and stood up, and he looked through the bar to the door.

At the door of the bar stood two men, the man in front of him was wearing a black fur coat, and he was holding an Uzi submachine gun hanging from his waist in one hand.

This short, strong, and high-performance submachine gun brought great oppression to everyone on the scene.

Behind the leather-clad man, stood a man with slightly bald hair.

The man was wearing a high-end dark tailor-made suit, which was ironed without a trace of wrinkles, and looked unusual.

Noticing the movement inside, the man turned his head to look at Ethan, his eyes filled with joy after a moment of confusion.

"What a surprise it was, I met you, Ethan."

"I think so too." The corners of Ethan's mouth slowly rose, revealing his white teeth.

"Quentin, mommy Fake."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ethan pulled Glock 17 out with lightning speed.

Through the communication between the two, the man in leather noticed that something was wrong, and he quickly raised the Uzi submachine gun.

But.

Ethan is faster.

"Bang bang bang..."

Glock instantly erupted in tongues of fire, and bullets rushed out wildly.

Without warning, only Hood and Jabber reacted, and the two of them instantly crouched down.

The leather-clad man's head exploded with blood one after another, but his brain's instructions still allowed his fingers to complete the movement.

There was a clatter of Uzi submachine guns, and the gunfire swept diagonally through the bar, and the tables, chairs, windows, and lamps exploded all the way.

The beer bottle Jason was holding exploded with a thud, and he suddenly felt a little warm in his crotch.

The bullets that erupted from the Uzi submachine gun did not stop until they swept away the row of tall glasses hanging upside down on top of Candy's head.

Candy stared blankly at the row of rotten cups less than ten centimeters above his head, and didn't dare to move.

The moment Quentin saw the man in leather being shot, he immediately turned around and ran.

Ethan waited until the sound of the Uzi submachine gun stopped, and then rushed out frantically with Glock.

The car engine sounded, and Ethan had just come to the door, and a few gunshots rang out.

Ethan hurriedly ducked to the side, and there were a few small holes in the wooden door in an instant.

He took a deep breath and kicked the wooden door open.

Outside Davis's Bar, the tires of a red Jaguar were rubbing wildly, and a puff of green smoke was rising and scurrying forward.

Ethan jerked out of the doorway, leapt down the porch, and shot the red Jaguar's tires.

The tires exploded violently, and the Jaguar body swayed, tilting to one side.

Quentin was very skilled at driving, and at the moment when the front of the car collided with the trees on the side of the road, he forcibly broke it back, and the Jaguar roared and drove forward.

"Get in the car."

Jabber's voice snapped, and Ethan turned around.

He followed Ethan's footsteps and rushed out of the bar, by which time he was already in the convertible, firmly grasping the steering wheel.

At this point, Garber didn't know what was going on, but it was Ethan who fired first.

Then he doesn't want anything, and he's done.

Ethan hurriedly ran back and jumped into the passenger seat, and Jaber started the car.

He slammed the accelerator down, and the convertible flew forward.

At this moment, Hood rushed out of the door with a double-barreled shotgun of candy.

"Handle the scene." Ethan turned around and shouted.

Hood had no choice but to stop and put down his shotgun in exasperation.

As Jaber slammed on the gas pedal and chased after the cheetah in front of him, Ethan quickly changed the magazine.

Luckily, it was the road to the outskirts of town, and it was empty.

The cheetah slowed down because of a punctured tire, and was soon overtaken by Jaber.

Ethan changed his magazine and fired several shots at the vehicle in front of him.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, the red cheetah swung its body and burrowed into the woods by the roadside.

"Sit tight."

Garber shouted, turned around without hesitation, and followed.

The moment the vehicle sprang off the curb, it leaped several meters and then slammed into the ground.

The wheels roll and roll up the fallen leaves.

After driving forward for a few tens of meters, the trees became dense and there was no way forward.

The cheetah came to a halt, and Quentin pushed the door open and sped forward.

Before Ethan could stop the car, Ethan rolled over and got out of the car, spreading his legs and speeding in pursuit.

The two quickly disappeared behind the dense trees, and Jaber pulled out the key and pulled out his pistol to follow.

At this time, the sky had not yet completely darkened, and the woods were dim and dark.

Quentin ran fast in his leather shoes, too late to wipe the sweat off his face.

He never thought that the person who was allowed to be manipulated by him at that time and escaped by luck was now so powerful.

His companion was instantly shot in the head, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly ran away.

However, the tires were still blown out, and there was no way to escape, so they could only run into the woods to find a chance of life.

Ethan hung Quentin from afar, beware of him suddenly unleashing the cold gun.

With his current physical strength and boots, as long as he doesn't wave, he can exhaust Quentin to death.

Heavy footsteps rang out in the silent woods, and from time to time a gunshot or two echoed.

Quentin's steps grew slower, and he looked back in despair.

In a hurry, Quentin tripped over the bulging roots, and the whole person flew forward, falling to the ground, and the gun in his hand fell to the side.

He quickly spit out the leaves from his mouth, and crawled with his hands and feet to the pistol that had fallen to the ground.

"Bang"

After a gunshot, Quentin flicked like an electric shock, and a hole was punched out of his palm.

He screamed and rolled over.

The next moment, a dark shadow swept in with a strong wind.

Ethan threw himself right down on him, his fists raining down.

Quentin struggled to catch a few punches in the face, and then simply fainted.

Ethan made up another punch before gasping out of him and picking up the pistol that had been thrown aside.

Looking at his torn hands, he cursed, and then untied Quentin's shoelaces to tie his hands and feet.

At this time, Ethan picked up Quentin and walked back with heavy steps.

Not long after leaving, I met Jabber who was panting.

"Man, you need to get some exercise."

"Fakyu."

Hearing Ethan's quipping voice, Garber put down his gun, held his knee and cursed angrily, then asked:

"Who the hell is this mom messing with Fake, let you chase him desperately like this."

"Quentin, did you forget?"

Ethan excitedly said, "That bastard who chased me a few streets in Philadelphia, Brantley's men. ”

Jaber slapped his forehead suddenly, and then he remembered, and asked puzzledly:

"It turned out to be this mom who messed with Falk, but how did Jason Hood get involved with him?"

Thank you for the big head of Xianyu, the two brothers of rice and bucket for rewarding, thank you

(End of chapter)