When Ethan left, Jaber hurriedly beckoned the others to move the sofa and jammed the door.

The music inside the club had been cut off, and the small hallway outside was quiet, and a few cries could be heard faintly from the hall outside.

He walked quickly to the third box and knocked lightly on the door:

"It's me."

The door soon opened, and Brock was dressed in jeans, a golf shirt, and a pistol.

The moment he saw Ethan, his beating heart calmed down.

"How did you find out about the bandits?"

"I can see the outside in this box."

A stripper in a red sequined backless miniskirt squatting in the corner of the couch is also an old acquaintance, and Brock must order every time he comes over.

Ethan casually greeted her, and the stripper's sense of security increased, and she quickly slapped her choppy chest a few times.

Brock motioned for him to bend down, and the two of them hurried to the couch beside them.

On the back of the sofa is a row of fake plants, and through the glass behind the plants, you can see the lobby of the club.

The guests and strippers inside were being driven by two armed bandits and gathered in a corner, all crouched together.

Another man in a vest with an AK in one hand jumped onto the dance floor and reached out to grab the stripper inside.

Tommy Ritterstone.

Ethan recognized the gunman at a glance, and he hadn't seen him for a while, and he was a little burly.

It still looks a little green.

However, when he saw several corpses lying in a pool of blood, Ethan immediately crossed out the word green on Tommy.

Unexpectedly, the people of the Red Bone Gang really took the looted arms and came to Banshee Town to make trouble.

They had no problem fighting Procout, but now that it had affected civilians, as long as they were still wearing this uniform, this kind of thing would never be tolerated.

Ethan turned around: "Did you inform the others?" ”

"Yes." Emmitian nodded: "Emmett and Siobhan have been notified, but Hood can't be contacted." ”

"Okay, leave him alone."

Ethan knew why he couldn't contact Hood, and he looked at Brock:

"What do you want to do?"

"These people kill people as soon as they come in, and we can't wait." Brock said through gritted teeth.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door.

The two of them quickly turned around and pointed their guns at the door.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, and then the doorknob turned, and the door was opened.

When he opened the door and saw the two pistols facing him, he suddenly felt his hair tingle.

"Boom."

His feet went limp, and he fell straight to the ground.

Under the watchful eye of the gun, the indebted aboriginal boy honestly lay down and threw the gun aside.

Brock cautiously walked over and kicked the pistol away.

He quickly pulled out the handcuffs from his body and handcuffed the man to the table with two or three strokes.

After getting the man done, the two men staggered towards the hall.

Brock sees Tommy standing in the middle of the dance floor, holding a stripper with a dagger in his hand, who is also an old acquaintance of his.

He drank some wine and was bold.

I saw Brock holding a pistol, flashing out of the corner, and roaring loudly:

"Banshee Town Police Department, throw away your weapons and put your hands up."

Startled by the suddenness of the situation, Tommy hurriedly pulled the stripper in front of him to block it, and held the dagger to her neck:

"Shet, how can there be a strip."

Flower Bandana was scavenging for money behind the bar and was also taken aback.

He shoved the money in his pocket and held the M4 up to Brock: "Hey, strip, are you sure you want to fight with me?" ”

"Everyone, don't move, put your weapons down."

Ethan also flashed out, and the two groups of people fell into a confrontation, and the scene was tense.

"Ahh

An exclamation rang out.

Tommy excitedly grabbed the stripper's hair and tugged it back, the sharp blade pressed against her skin.

"Please, don't."

The stripper tilted her head and begged for mercy in pain, tears wetting her eyeshadow.

Tommy's hand was forced, and a wisp of blood slashed along the blade: "I won't put it down, what are you going to do?" ”

Brock grabbed the pistol and shouted angrily:

"I repeat, put down your weapon, Tommy, or I'll blow your head off."

"If you kind of shoot."

Tommy grasped the hilt of the knife steadily and slowly stepped back, "Do you want to bet on marksmanship?" Bald guy. ”

"Would you like to try if my knife is faster or your gun is faster?"

"Bang."

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet spun and flew out, hitting Tommy right in the head.

Under the messy black hair, there was an instant small hole.

"Ah!!。h

Piercing screams resounded throughout the audience.

The kidnapped stripper only felt her cheeks burn, and the arm around her instantly became limp, and she screamed as she broke free and fell down.

"Fakyu."

"Bang bang bang..."

Seeing Ethan firing, Flower Bandana immediately pulled the trigger on him without stopping.

The bullets slammed in, sweeping a row of bullet holes out of the table, and the bottles and glasses on it exploded one after another, sending shards of glass flying everywhere.

Ethan shoots Tommy and immediately pounces to the side.

"Bang."

No sooner had he scurried past a chair than it was smashed by another man's shotgun, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared on it.

Brock also fired wildly at the bar at this time, suppressing the flower turban.

He shot back sharply as he fired, closing the distance.

The goblets hanging from the bar and the bottles in the wine cabinet at the back were smashed with a bang.

The flower turban only heard the explosion on his head, and he didn't dare to look up at all.

Frightened, he raised the M4 in his hand high above his head and pulled the trigger indiscriminately in the direction from which the gunshots came.

The scene was chaotic for a while, and bullets were flying everywhere.

The guests and strippers who had gathered together just now were lying on the ground tightly, praying frantically in their hearts that they would not be hit by a stray bullet.

Ethan dodged the shotgun's fire and quickly rolled over to complete the kneeling shooting maneuver.

The man with the shotgun had just pumped the gun in his hand, and Ethan's Glock was already spewing out tongues of fire.

The trigger kept pulling, and the bullets were shot one by one.

"Bang bang."

After being shot five or six times, the man fell backwards with a bang, knocking over a table, and the ground was immediately stained red.

M4 on the other side of the bar is still shooting indiscriminately outside.

Ethan gestured to Brock, and the two of them kept firing at the bar.

He opened fire as he cautiously approached.

The flower headscarf was covered with sweat on his forehead at this time, why would he be so unlucky, and he could meet two strips when he came to rob a strip club.

Don't these bastards have nowhere to go after work? This is not a donut shop.

In his panic, he didn't even notice that the bullet had missed, and he was still mechanically pulling the trigger.

(End of chapter)