For Ethan, it is impossible to give Cheton another chance to escape.

He can do anything about besieging the police station, and if he lets him escape, there will be endless troubles.

Cheton will not let go of this opportunity, the person in front of him is the culprit who killed his brother, and he must also take revenge.

Ignoring the gunshots that rang out next to them, the two scuffled on the ground.

Ethan pressed against Cheton, his fist like a hammer, chiseling down and thumping on him.

In terms of strength, Cheton is not lagging behind.

The thick muscles add a lot of protection to him.

After a few punches, he roared and flipped Ethan to the side, kicking him hard.

"Bang."

The door of the pickup truck next to it was instantly kicked into a large dent.

Ethan dodged the ferocious kick and rushed towards Cheton, who had already stood up.

"Bang."

Cheton was impartial and threw a heavy punch into Ethan's chest.

Ethan sneered, not shiying.

"Ah!!h

The fist hit him in the chest, and Cheton screamed, his hand bones bursting.

There was a bulletproof insert in the way, Ethan didn't feel much of it, but it was Cheton, and he almost broke the backbone of his hand.

However, the pain didn't stop his movements, and the two of them punched and kicked, and in the gap between the two pickup trucks, they started a dangerous fight.

There was a boom, the windows were shattered by a punch, and the body was dented piece by piece.

Ethan hit harder and harder, and Cheton retreated more and more urgently.

"Bang."

Another punch slammed into Cheton's face, and he staggered a few steps back.

Ethan's footsteps were fast, and he quickly wrapped his arms around Cheton's thick neck, bringing him down.

Cheton's face flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He gasped for breath and stood up with Ethan and crashed into the pickup truck next to him.

Ethan felt as if he was riding on top of an angry bull, ramming in all directions, his head hitting the body and feeling dizzy.

The hand that was stuck in Cheton's neck also loosened somewhat.

Getting a chance to breathe, Cheton poked his elbow back hard, and Ethan gasped in a pain in his ribs.

Cheton grabbed Ethan's arm and jerked forward.

For a while, the sky was spinning, and he was taken by Cheton to turn in a big circle, and fell heavily to the ground, and Cheton's body of more than 200 catties also smashed up.

"Oh."

Cheton smashed this Tarzan like a crush, almost didn't smash him.

Bunker ran over at this time and saw Ethan tangling with Cheton.

He had a Remington shotgun, but he didn't dare to shoot it, so he stepped forward quickly, picked up the butt and smashed it on Cheton's head.

Cheton had already been beaten to the head by Ethan's several heavy punches, and now he had been smashed with the butt of a rifle, provoking a ferocity, and crawling up with both hands and feet.

"Bang."

Bunker was knocked into the car next to him by Cheton, shattering the window glass.

Like a doll again, he was easily picked aside by Cheton and kicked right in the chest.

Bunker's eyes darkened, and he was kicked a few meters away by Cheton.

Ethan seized the opportunity and rolled over and got up, his arms raised back like a bow, and his fists clenched.

"Bang."

The fist landed on the back of Cheton's head like a meteor, and his head slammed forward, staggering forward.

Ethan made three steps and two steps, jumping directly to Cheton's back.

The elbow is like a knife, hitting the heavenly spirit cover.

"Bang."

With a muffled thud, Cheton's legs went limp, his massive body fell down, and his knees fell heavily to the ground.

Bunker lay on the ground, struggling to lift his head.

Cheton's eyes were bleeding in two rows, and his face was terrifying, and Ethan was straddled behind him, murderous.

Just then, the gunfire stopped.

After killing the last enemy he could see, Hood also walked over quickly.

In a trance, Cheton felt one hand holding his chin and the other clutching his head.

He realized something, an action he was very familiar with.

Under the horror of death, he couldn't help but struggle, and his arm pulled upward.

It's just that I've just received two heavy blows, and the struggle seems so powerless.

Ethan hugged his head tightly, his arms pressed against his neck, and he could feel the blood pumping wildly in the major arteries.

"Shh

He lowered his head and leaned into Cheton's ear:

"Relax, don't be nervous, just endure it and it's over."

Ethan slammed his arms hard.

"Click."

The sound of a broken neck bone sounded.

Cheton held his hand and hung weakly, his body limp.

Ethan let go of the hand that was holding his head, and Cheton's strong body fell forward weakly, his head drooping, and he couldn't breathe anymore.

"Whew."

Hood and Bunker exhaled at the same time, and both exhaled heavily.

One had a relaxed expression, the other had a stiff face.

"Are you alright?"

Ethan took a few steps forward and held out his hand to Bunker.

Bunker quickly grabbed his arm and stood up, not daring to look Ethan in the eye for a while.

The strong man lying on the ground seemed to himself like a doll, kicking himself a few meters away.

And he was torn off his neck by Ethan, who was about the same size as himself.

Under Bunker's admiring gaze, Ethan stepped aside and picked up the Glock pistol that had fallen to the ground.

Back at the front door of the police station, there was a corpse lying on the ground.

The ground had been stained red, and it felt slimy when I walked, and empty bullet casings were scattered all over the ground.

The reason why they can solve it so easily is also a blessing to Tori.

Most of the Red Bones were surrounded by the doorway, and the firepower attracted Siobhan and them, so the grenade could have a miraculous effect.

They were blown over at the beginning, and they were wildly strafed by several people who suddenly rushed out next to them.

The Red Bone Gang was hit like this, and it's no wonder that they don't die.

Ethan walked around the neighborhood with Glock in his hand, and when he checked it, a gunshot rang out from time to time.

Seeing that Ethan kept replenishing his guns and leaving no one alive, Bunker swallowed his saliva, this posture was not like a town policeman, but like a live bandit.

Just as he was surprised, Hood drew his pistol and opened fire on the man on the ground.

Well, Bunker did the same, picking up a pistol on the ground next to him.

Soon, the scattered gunfire at the scene stopped, and the three of them gathered around Cheton again, and under Ethan's leadership, three pistols were raised.

"Bang bang."

Silence was completely restored, and they all lowered their guns.

Hood remembered something, walked briskly to the side, searched the pickup truck, and soon he found the signal jammer.

After shutting down the machine, they were able to restore communication.

Ethan looked behind him, and the closest to the police station was Myers' Restaurant, which also had no lights at all.

Even if there were people inside, they were hiding tightly now.

He turned to the front door of the police station, walked to the gap that had just been opened, and kicked the filing cabinet hard.

This movement frightened the people inside, and suddenly a few gunshots rang out, Ethan hurriedly took a few steps back and shouted:

"I'm Ethan, safe."

(End of chapter)