Jabber didn't expect such a good thing, and quickly jumped up from the sofa.

When Ethan changed his clothes, the two walked out the door together, shoulder to shoulder, and went to explore the mysteries of the universe together.

When he came to Savoy, he was too lazy to join in with others outside the dance floor.

beckoned to the waitress and asked for a large private box, the waitress was an old acquaintance, and when she saw the civilian clothes he was wearing, she pretended not to see the holster hanging from her waist.

Ethan and Jabber hadn't been here once or twice, knowing that they were high rollers, and the waiter had arranged for the drinks to be brought in non-stop.

In addition to the drinks, there was a quick knock on the door.

Three strippers in erotic uniforms walked in tremblingly, all of them white and beautiful, pure and natural.

Jabber was not disappointed, he was already surrounded by beautiful men and drank cocktails.

Ethan was satisfied with a Franklin sheet and handed it to the waitress.

With their arms outstretched, two blondes pounced on the fragrant breeze, and the other opened the wine on the table and began to indulge in a party.

As the night wore on, an old pickup truck slowly stopped outside the club.

Several people in the car were nervously checking the guns in their hands, and for them, it was the first time after all, and everyone including Tommy was sweating in their palms.

But none of them flinched, and none of them wanted to be cowards at the last moment.

"Listen, once we get in, our main target is Procott, and if he's not there, we're going to ruin the club."

Tommy pulled the bolt of the gun and said with a fierce expression:

"We must know that the Bones are not easy to mess with, and I, Tommy Ritstone, am not easy to mess with either."

The others nodded silently, their eyes full of excitement and rampantness, and their breathing became hot.

Tommy slammed the car door, hid his AK rifle behind him, and swaggered towards the door of the Sava Gentlemen's Club.

The door slammed, and the other three followed.

The security personnel at the gate didn't expect that someone would dare to make an idea about Procott's place.

Seeing four aborigines wearing vests walking towards him, the security guard shook out the matches in his hand, held a cigarette and asked:

"Please show me your ID, thank you."

He has seen a lot of people who want to sneak in and see the world with fake documents, but this security officer didn't notice the fierce look of the visitor.

Tommy raised his arm and lifted the AK against the security officer's head:

"This is my ID, do you think it's okay?"

The cigarette fell to the ground, and the security officer forced, "This is Procott's place, what do you want to do?" ”

"Bang."

It's okay not to mention it, as soon as Procott is mentioned, Tommy immediately pulls the trigger.

The bullet ripped open the skull and burrowed into the wall behind.

"Phew."

Tommy spat at the corpse on the ground, "I killed Procott." ”

When the other people saw Tommy do it, they immediately rushed inside excitedly, and the bunny girl who sold the tickets was pointed at the head by several bright barrels before she could raise the alarm.

She had no choice but to raise her hands and walk into the club under the coercion of Tommy and the others.

As soon as they walked in, there was a scene of red lights inside, and in an instant several of them stopped, and the members of the Red Bone Gang, most of whom were from the bottom of the Chino tribe, had seen such a scene there.

On the dance floor in the middle, several graceful and sexy girls are dancing around a few steel pipes with music.

On their bodies, only a small strip of cloth remained.

The eyes of the inch head were straight, and the jeans suddenly bulged into a bag.

"Can you make a difference?"

Tommy slapped him on the back of the head, then picked up the AK and pulled the trigger frantically against the ceiling.

"Da-da-da-da."

Bullets flew wildly, the spotlights above were popped, and the glass shattered and rained down.

The sudden gunfire caused everyone inside to panic.

The screams kept rang out, and the guest, who was still waving the banknote excitedly just now, instantly fell to the ground, letting the glass shards hit his body, not daring to make any movement.

The strippers on the dance floor also looked at the door in horror and fell down one after another.

Tommy and his gang quickly dispersed with long and short guns.

At this moment, a black suit suddenly stood up.

A pistol flashed in his hand and was about to fire at the flower turban.

"Da-da-da-da."

Tommy spun around the muzzle of his gun, and the AK in his hand spewed fire, sending the daring security guard out in a cloud of blood.

A cold sweat broke out in the flower bandana, and he immediately picked up the M4 in his hand, as long as it was a person in a black suit, a few bullets flew over.

"Ahh

For a while, there were gunshots, screams rang out, and the casino turned into a Shura field.

"Take a look at the room in the back and don't let anyone run away." Tommy quickly changed his magazine, excitedly directing his head to the back.

He slammed two more shots at the security officer who fell to the ground, shouting:

"Everyone, come over to me and squat here."

Ethan was looking at the multicolored spotlights on the ceiling, letting a few slender hands fumble around him.

The blonde dancing on her lap was so powerful that her hips were writhing wildly.

He took a sip of whiskey comfortably, good fellow, and his soul seemed to be ground to fly.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of gunfire outside.

Everyone in the box stopped moving, living in this country, you can not be sensitive to anything, but this voice is engraved into the depths of the soul.

"Bang bang."

Another burst of gunfire rang out one after another, causing the people in the box to whisper in horror.

Ethan quickly set aside the blonde beauty and pulled Glock out of the holster at his waist.

The people inside remembered that there was a town policeman beside them, and they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

However, there are still more vigilant people who go to the corner of the box.

Everyone has a way to survive, and when you don't know what the situation is, it's not a good idea to hide.

Ethan looked at Jaber on the side: "Did you bring a gun?" ”

"Nope."

Jia Bo also stood up and said with a depressed face: "Who is like you who is a psychopath, and you have to bring a gun when you come out to play." ”

He has already been touched by several girls, otherwise, he can take a pistol from the space and give it to Jabber.

There was no way to do it now, so he had to hand over a wine bottle:

"Then you stay in the room, and I'll go out and see what's going on."

"Okay, be careful."

Jabber took the bottle and rolled his eyes, what kind of luck did he have, he finally came out to have a good time, and he could encounter a shooting.

Ethan flicked his pistol, grabbed the doorgrip, and was about to walk out.

"Buzz."

At this time, the phone vibrates.

He had no choice but to let go of the door grip and pull out his phone.

As soon as the phone was connected, Brock's nervous voice crackled:

"Ethan, I'm Brock."

"Listen, there's a hostage-taking at the Sava Gentlemen's Club, there are four gunmen and more than twenty civilians trapped inside, come here."

Ethan scratched his face and coughed, "What box are you in?" ”

On the other end of the phone, after a moment of silence, Brock's tone relaxed:

"I'm in Box 3."

"Okay, I'll be right there." Ethan hung up and nodded at Jaber.

He raised his pistol and carefully opened the door, bent over and flashed out.

(End of chapter)