The burst of fire consumed the priest and swept towards them along the passageway.

As soon as Ethan bent his arms to protect his face, he was overturned by the gushing flames.

Then there was a crackling, and the debris that was blown up by the explosion flew everywhere, hitting the body and causing pain.

He rolled backwards, extinguishing the flames from his body, and then raised the Desert Eagle to aim inside.

The waves of fire passed by, but the smoke and dust did not stop.

There was a cough from the side, and Hood struggled to get up.

Carly lay motionless in the corner.

"Yuris."

A roar erupted from inside, followed by two tongues of fire lit up in the smoke and dust, and bullets erupted.

Hood was shot in the back, grunted, and fell to the ground again.

An old man with silver hair, holding two submachine guns in his hands, strode out of the smoke, he was also affected by the explosion just now, and there were several blood marks on his face.

Below the high raised brow bones, a bloodthirsty light erupted.

"Da-da-da-da."

The submachine gun in his hand kept spewing bullets, and after passing through the smoke, he could finally see the person lying on the ground, and he sneered:

"Come on, my daughter, and see what you can do?"

The muzzle of the gun is moved downward.

"Bang."

Ethan scrambled to pull the trigger, and the Desert Eagle .50AE bullet landed on his head, exploding like a watermelon.

The Desert Eagle is a hunting pistol designed to hunt medium to large animals.

In particular, the one Ethan took was still .50, the largest caliber, and the power was huge.

With one shot, half of the man's head exploded.

He never managed to pull the trigger of the submachine gun in his hand again, his body shook twice, and the remaining one eye glared straight ahead and fell backwards.

Ethan stood up with a sand hawk alert and walked over to Hood.

On his back, a small hole was punched in the suit, and the body armor inside barely blocked the warhead, from which a wisp of blood flowed.

Pulling Hudra to his feet, he breathed in pain, a heart-rending pain in his chest.

was hit hard by a bullet, and I couldn't guarantee that there was a bone crack, but at this time, it was a blessing to be able to save my life, and I couldn't ask for too much.

Turning Carly over, her eyes closed.

Ethan hurriedly reached out to her nose, and there was still breathing, he should have been knocked unconscious.

"Smack."

Ethan slapped him with a backhand.

Carly's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she woke up quietly.

Without waiting for her to get used to it, Ethan forced Carly to her feet.

By this time, Hood had already picked up the MP5 submachine gun that had fallen to the side and stood against the wall.

Since Ethan's shot, there has been no other movement around.

"Let's go check it out."

Ethan waved the gun in his hand and said in a dull voice.

He was also blown up very lightly, and in this narrow underground passage, the power of the bazooka appeared even greater.

The whole person seemed to have been bombarded with electric music in a nightclub all night, and only the sound of buzzing tinnitus could be heard.

Carly and Hood stepped forward and looked at the silver-haired old man lying on his back.

Half of Ethan's head was knocked off, but only half of his face was enough for them to recognize, and Carly raised the Springfield XD9 semi-automatic pistol.

After a moment, she lowered her pistol again.

Carly knelt down on one knee and leaned in front of the rabbit and kissed the remaining half of his forehead.

"Goodbye, Daddy, we'll meet again in hell."

She whispered, grabbed Hood's hand and stood up.

The two looked at each other, and although they couldn't see the expressions on their faces through the hood, everyone's eyes were extremely complicated.

The shadow that hung over his heart dissipated, and Hood let out a heavy breath and reached out to hug Carly tightly.

The two of them hugged in front of a corpse so vigorously that Ethan knew that the person he had just shot in the head was a rabbit.

"Get out of here, don't let the New York police stop you."

Ethan shouted and walked quickly down the passage, Hood and Carly supporting each other to follow.

Under Jaber's frenzied operation, the traffic situation in half of New York City is in extreme chaos, with jammed cars everywhere and the streets full of abuse and complaints.

When the New York police arrived at the scene, they had already fled.

Back at the safe house, Uncle saw the three grizzled people appear at the door with a smile on their faces, and hurriedly walked up and hugged them one by one:

"Mom Farke, you must take me next time, don't leave me alone and wait here."

Hood nodded hurriedly, screaming in pain for Jaber to let go.

Several people helped him undo his body armor, only to find that Hood's back had been bruised and the flesh was blurred from the place where the bullet had hit.

Fortunately, the body armor stuck the warhead out and only half got in.

When he pulled out the warhead, Hood shivered in pain.

Ethan patted him on the shoulder heavily: "Don't worry, you can't die." ”

Seeing them come back, he probably already had the answer in his heart, but Jaber still opened his mouth to confirm: "Is the rabbit solved?" ”

Carly nodded, a relieved smile.

"That mom Fark is finally dead." Jaber snapped his fingers excitedly.

After resting in the safe house for a while, Hood bandaged it briefly, and after washing, a few people got into the car again and hurried back to Banshee Town.

Carly still has a broken family to salvage, and Hood has to continue to fight with Procott.

Just off returning to town, the joy of killing the rabbit is quickly diluted by bad news.

Alex Langcid is missing.

said that he was missing, and everyone knew in their hearts that he was dead.

Procott is more powerful, and it has been proven that those who dare to go against him do not end well.

All the human and physical evidence disappeared, and after some time at the trial, lawyer Wilson was in a battle of words, and Procott was released on bail after paying a huge bond, and once again managed to escape the charges against him.

The news of Alex's disappearance was like a gust of wind that blew to New Orleans.

City of New Orleans, abandoned underground parking lot.

It was supposed to be like a ghost cave, a place full of homeless people, but it was as lively as a market.

Everyone in the neighborhood knows that this is the most prestigious underground black boxing venue in the entire city of New Orleans.

In the place where the lights are most dazzling, the inner and outer three floors are surrounded by a crowd full of fanatical expressions.

"Bang."

A mace with an iron nail swung with a whistling sound.

Half of his face was torn off, his flesh hung from iron nails, teeth flew wildly, and blood splattered into the crowd of spectators, causing even louder roars.

Everyone's eyes were filled with a desire for money and blood.

The man who was killed was quickly dragged away from the concrete field in the middle by two armed guards, leaving only a bloody mark.

He was thrown like garbage into a nearby iron bucket, in which four or five corpses also lay on him.

Human life here is like a mustard, the victor takes the money and leaves, and the loser leaves his life.

The winner just threw aside his mace and raised his hands to the cheers of the audience, and some of the people who bought him lost let out violent boos.

The scene smells of blood, and this is the most brutal underground fighting arena.

(End of chapter)