This is what is said and what is said, and it cannot be easily recited.

Shots rang out, and the roller shutter at the front door of the police station was like a plank of wood that was easily pierced.

The bullet passed through the roller shutter and sparked on the iron fence of the detention room.

The desk that could be saved just now was also torn and collapsed.

Ethan stood behind the pillar, not daring to move.

A bullet hit the pillar, and suddenly it was a deep pit, and the red bricks exploded.

Outside the police station, a machine gun was set up on the back bucket of a pickup truck, and one of them firmly held the butt of the gun and frantically pulled the trigger at the police station.

The recoil was so great that the muscles in his face trembled.

"Ahhh

In his mouth, he also kept roaring.

Nearby, a member of the Red Bone Gang with oil paint on his face was holding a long chain of bullets that were being devoured by machine guns.

The man who fired the gun, barely controlling the machine gun, drew a circle against the roller shutter.

Jackson panicked as he crawled up on his hands and feet, trying to get out of the confinement chamber and rush towards Brock, who was hiding around the corner.

"Puff puff."

Jackson only felt a lightness on his foot, and half of his calf was directly broken.

Before he could feel the pain, his body lost its balance, and he slammed his head on the ground.

"Bang."

As soon as it hit the ground, several stray bullets flew in, and the head suddenly exploded like a watermelon.

Brock only blinked, and was splashed with red and white.

From his point of view, it was as if Jackson had blown his head out.

The potential energy of the bullet did not stop, and it continued to rush backwards.

Procott felt something hit him a few times, and half of his body went numb.

In a trance, he looked at Ethan, who was standing motionless behind the pillar.

The expression of this little white face is so strange, it seems to be smiling but not smiling.

Proctor stiffened his hand and touched his chest, only to feel a wetness, and then a burning sensation swept through his body.

He slowly lowered his head in disbelief and saw blood gushing from the wound.

The trembling hands tried to stop the bleeding, but they couldn't control it at all, and the clothes were soon soaked with a large patch.

Brock saw Jackson get shot in the head and Proct was shot, and his heart beat violently, and he swallowed forcefully and his legs went limp.

"Bang bang."

The bullets flew into the corners of the walls again, shattering the bricks.

He tilted his head sharply, a tingle on his face, and reached out to touch it, and it was red.

After waiting for two seconds, Brock poked his head out despite the danger and saw that the roller shutter had been torn through a large hole half a person high.

Through the large hole, you can see the members of the Red Bone Gang walking outside.

Brock's face was covered with sweat, and he shouted anxiously:

"Hood, find a way."

"I know."

Hood glanced out quickly. The machine gun mounted on top of the truck held his breath.

M60 machine gun, no wonder can easily tear through reinforced roller shutters.

The gun must have been stolen from the Genoese military vehicle, and was now used on them.

He gritted his teeth and reached into his pocket, pulled out a grenade, pulled the pull ring with his fingers, and threw it vigorously at the pickup outside.

"Bang dang."

In the hole of the roller shutter, a round object suddenly flew out, fell on the back bucket of the pickup truck, and jumped twice inside.

He was excitedly shooting at the man, looking down and seeing the grenade that landed right in his footsteps.

"Bang."

He didn't have time to react when the grenade exploded.

A stump flew into the sky and fell to Cheton's side with a snap, and it was still steaming on it, even Cheton was so frightened that he took a step back.

The M60 machine gun was also blown up, and the man with the chain next to him lay motionless in the back bucket.

Ethan had been standing behind the pillar, watching Proctor try to save himself, only to stand by and watch coldly.

Hearing the sound of the machine gun stopping, he quickly turned around and flashed.

The trigger was pulled, and tongues of fire erupted.

"Bang bang."

Gunfire erupted, and bullets drilled through holes in the shutters.

The bandit, who knelt down on one knee and held the military M4, instantly had two small holes in his head and fell backwards.

The bullet was drawn like a whip.

Within two or three seconds, six gunmen were knocked to the ground.

Ethan opened fire as he rushed to the side of the roller shutter, and as long as he saw it, he would inevitably be shot a few times.

"Cover."

He didn't bother to change the magazine, casually inserted Glock back into the holster, and with a shout, he slammed into the filing cabinet at the front desk.

Brock and Hood hurriedly followed, firing at the hole, regardless of whether there was anyone outside or not.

The heavy gunfire inside the house caused the people outside to scatter and flee, after all, in just a few seconds, several people had already fallen, which was too terrifying.

"Ahh

Ethan grabbed the iron filing cabinet with one hand and roared.

"Boom."

He pulled the filing cabinet down and slammed it to the ground, stirring up a cloud of smoke.

Ethan put his hands on the cabinet and pushed it forward.

There was a shrill grinding sound, and Hood and the two of them also released the trigger in time, and the wide filing cabinet immediately tightly covered the hole made by the machine gun.

Blocking the hole, Ethan kicked the roller shutter hard:

"Fakyu, Cheton, you're a big rat, you want my life, go dream."

The voice reached outside, and Cheton was furious.

He put down a dead body, hurried to the roller shutter, grabbed the barrel of AK's gun and slammed it hard.

The guns were suddenly torn apart and scattered.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, wait for me."

Ignoring the roaring Cheton outside, Ethan walked briskly backwards.

Pull out the Glock and release the magazine.

Let the empty magazine fall to the ground, take out the spare magazine from the duty belt and put it on, and gently tap the palm of your hand to tighten the magazine.

At this time, he also walked to the side of the detention chamber.

Brock and Hood stood here, staring intently at Procott lying on the ground.

His arm was no longer able to maintain the pressing motion, and he loosened it weakly to the side,

Blood foamed from the corners of his mouth, and his body twitched.

Procott was breathing heavily, his eyes rolling slowly, at Hood, at Brock, and at Ethan, hoping that someone would lend a hand.

Ethan silently pulled the key from his pocket and found the one that opened the locker.

Procott was speechless, and his eyes lit up with hope.

Hope turned to despair, and he watched as Ethan shoved the keys into Jackson's palm.

Ethan unceremoniously grabbed Jackson's arm again and opened the door.

As soon as the hand was released, there was a muffled sound.

Jackson's arm smashed to the ground with the set of keys, shattering Procott's last hope.

It's clear that everyone here wants him dead.

Under the excitement, the blood flowed even more dramatically.

He looked at Hood with a monstrous hatred, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

(End of chapter)