New York City Presbyterian Hospital, parking lot.

A blue pickup truck slowly stopped, and when the vehicle came to a stop, Ethan put on black gloves and then picked up the cap on the center console and put it on his head.

He lowered his visor to cover most of his face.

Hood took out a small bag from the storage compartment: "I left in a hurry, I only brought a pistol." ”

He handed Carly an M9 and two spare magazines, along with a muffler on top of the pistol.

Carly took the pistol and put it on her waist, lifting her vest to cover it, "Where's Jabbie?" ”

Hood pulled out a muffler and put it on the M1911 and put the gun away:

"Jaber said that in Room 307, this is the territory of rabbits, and Jaber warned me that the people who said rabbits will also find this place at any time, so everyone should be vigilant."

Ethan said he didn't need a muffler, and that if there was a shootout in a quiet hospital, it would have been almost the same.

He glanced at the sign pinned to the wall, pushed the door and got out of the car:

"All with the guys, everyone goes separately, I'll go through the back door."

After speaking, he followed the instructions of the street sign and walked briskly to the back.

Hood couldn't help but sigh when he saw Ethan set off alone, and several people on the road had been quiet.

Ethan, in particular, didn't have much to say.

Hood said disgruntled to Carly, "You owe him a sorry. ”

Carly silently put on the hat she had bought on the road and made her way to the side door.

Hood slammed the door shut and strode forward.

Ethan slapped himself out of their sight, and the gun hanging from his waist was instantly put back into the space.

Along the way, the submachine gun made itself uncomfortable.

Put it away now, and when you need it, just reach out and pretend to be it.

After putting away the gun, he swaggered forward, not afraid of anyone to check, only to lower his head slightly when he passed by a place with surveillance cameras.

Walking in through the back door, he went straight into the elevator and pressed the button on the third floor.

Room 307 can't be on the fourth floor.

"Ding."

With a soft sound, the elevator slowly opened.

Ethan lowered his hat and stepped out of it.

This area is supposed to be the inpatient department, and at this point in time, the corridor is empty, and from time to time there are little nurses hurrying by.

He walked down the hallway, and the large hospital was a labyrinth for the uninitiated.

There are twists and turns, and there is a partition door at intervals.

The serial number on the ward is not only the beginning of three.

Turning a corner, a tall priest came across him, dressed in a black robe with a cross pendant hanging from his side.

The priest nodded to him, and Ethan smiled back.

As the priest walked, the sides of the black robe were punctuated with foreign objects bulging from time to time.

Long work experience told him that it was a gun.

The two passed by, revealing most of the black spider tattoos on the collar of the priest's black robe.

Ethan's smile was even stronger, and it came at a good time.

There were just the two of them in this hallway, and Ethan suddenly burst out.

Twist your waist, raise your arms, swing your fists, and do it all in one go.

"Bang."

A heavy fist landed on the back of the false priest's head, and the false priest fainted without saying a word.

Before he could fall to the ground, Ethan quickly backed away and held him up.

Ethan unscrewed the door next to him and walked in with the false priest in his hand.

In the ward, there was only one patient lying on the bed inside, with an oxygen mask on his face, and he didn't think he would mind the uninvited guest who suddenly broke in.

Throwing the false priest to the ground, Ethan quickly fumbled around his waist.

In addition to an M1911 that has been fitted with a muffler, there is also a saber more than ten centimeters long.

He unceremoniously put away his pistol and pulled his saber out of its scabbard, its blade sharp and flashing blue.

"Poof."

The hand rose and fell, and the saber pierced deep into the chest and through the heart.

Ethan didn't want to be sprayed with blood mist, so he left the knife on the big brother's body and walked out with his pistol.

I've already met the gunman sent by the rabbit, and now I have to hurry.

If Jaber is found first, he'll be in trouble.

Closing the door, he walked briskly forward, and after a while, he finally saw the room number starting with three.

Three-zero-one, three-zero-two, he walked all the way forward.

Footsteps stopped abruptly, and a priest, also dressed in a black robe, stepped out of the front room.

The two looked at each other, and the air froze for a second.

Like a cowboy duel, the two quickly raised their guns, and a dull gunshot rang out, and a large cloud of blood splattered on the wall behind the priest, and he fell to the ground.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the hallway, quickly reverberating.

Before Ethan could put down his pistol, a few more gunshots rang out in the distance, and it was Hood that they had also encountered the gunman.

At this moment, a piercing alarm sounded in the hospital, and the red light flashed in the corridor.

Otherwise, Lao Mei is highly alert, and she reacted immediately.

Instead of the original place, at this time, someone is sure to come out of the ward scolding and looking for the little fart who set off the firecrackers.

Ethan didn't care about Hood and them at this time, and ran forward quickly.

Soon he came to the front of ward No. 307, he unscrewed the door, flashed his figure, and got in.

The room was dimly lit and there were two beds.

Jabber was lying on a hospital bed inside, his face pale, his head wrapped like that of an Indian third brother.

His eyes were closed, as if he were asleep.

Ethan's vision was astonishing, and he could clearly see his eyelashes fluttering slightly, his hands folded in front of him, and the lower hand covered.

With a wicked smile on his lips, he slowly approached with heavy steps, then picked up the pillow on the bed next to him and threw it at Jabber.

When Jaber heard the gunshots, he was already awakened.

He pretended to be asleep with a stolen scalpel, and when he heard the door open, he was relieved.

Footsteps rang out, followed by a strong wind.

Jabber snapped open his eyes and swung the scalpel out with all his might.

The pillow was sliced open, and the down fell off one after another, revealing Ethan, who was standing next to him with a wicked smile on his face.

"Fakyu, you bastard, fuck Fak."

Jaber yelled angrily and tossed the scalpel aside.

"Please, is that how you welcome me?" Ethan stepped forward with a smile: "Let's go, I'll take you out of this ghost place." ”

Jaber gritted his teeth and pounded him, almost not scared to death.

However, when he saw Ethan appear, his hanging heart finally fell, and since he woke up in the hospital, he called Hood as soon as possible.

I've been waiting in fear until now, and finally I saw my own person appear in front of me first.

"What about Hood?"

"Outside, there are gunners." Ethan helped him remove the needle for the infusion: "Can you walk now?" ”

"Barely so."

Jabber gritted his teeth and sat up with Ethan's support.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the ward, and they stopped in front of the door.

(End of chapter)