Under Ethan's command, Craig walked over to the wooden door.

He took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob, turning it slightly, their luck was good, there was no locking here either.

Just as Craig pushed open a crack in the door, a red light flashed above the hallway.

As the lights flickered, the screeching sirens rang out.

"I see movement on the fourth floor, hurry up."

Jabber's voice continued to sound, and he enjoyed the sensation unusually now, and with the help of the monitor, he seemed to be a god.

Every move of those people in the hallway was under his watch.

"Bang."

Hearing this, Ethan flew up and kicked the door and strode in.

This is where the flour is distributed, and five or six people are busy working inside, and when the alarm sounds, everyone stops what they are doing.

If there is a quick response, he immediately ran to the side, and on the table next to him, there were more than a dozen AK47s.

Before he could get to the table, the door was kicked open.

"Da-da-da-da."

Ethan burst into the room, his finger flicking on the trigger, tongues of fire erupting from the muzzle.

As the muzzle of his gun moved, a mist of blood erupted in the room.

"That's it."

He replied calmly, turned and walked out of the room, leaving only the corpses of the Mexican gangsters.

Buzz glanced at the shotgun, which was still unfired, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

At this time, Craig's footsteps stopped, and he looked at the flour cubes stacked on the table inside, as if he had fallen into it.

"Craig, sober up."

Jaber observed his actions at the right time and hurriedly shouted.

The shouting also startled Ethan and Buzz, and when they turned around, they found that Craig was still standing in the direction of the doorway, four or five meters away from them.

Craig soon came to his senses and hurriedly walked towards them.

Buzz slapped Craig on the head and scolded, "Shet, don't you know what to do now?" ”

Craig hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I just haven't touched it in two days." ”

Fourth floor, inside a luxurious office.

Gu Chen threw the fine Cuban cigar to the ground, and the scar on his face turned red, and those who knew it knew that this was the expression of his extreme anger.

After receiving a call from his subordinates, he learned that he had been invaded, and everything was as usual on the surveillance wall next to him.

All this is very wrong, and the people who come to seek revenge are definitely not ordinary people.

It's just that there are too many enemies, and he doesn't know who they are.

But this is his place, and Gu Chen is not afraid of anyone.

He picked up a dagger, picked up a little flour on the table, handed the tip of the knife to the end of his nose, and sucked hard, instantly feeling a hundred times more energetic.

"Bang."

The dagger was nailed to the table by him, splashing a few drops of blood.

Gu Chen's eyes were crazy, he grabbed the hip skirt in front of him, his waist and abdomen were forced, and at the same time he roared angrily: "Leave two people, you, and you and take someone to see what happened." ”

"Got it, boss."

Of the four men sitting on the sofa on the side, two of them quickly stood up, showed off the submachine guns hanging on their bodies, and strode outside.

The other two people also put their guns on the table, and one of them got up and pressed the red button on the side.

The sound of a piercing alarm echoed through the room, and the red light flashed back and forth.

The girl lying on the table didn't dare to say a word.

Her body shook violently, and her eyes looked painfully at the dagger in her palm.

Gu Chen continued the movement on his waist, and at the same time took the wooden box placed next to him, lifted the lid on it, and a golden Colt M1911 was lying quietly inside.

He grabbed his pistol and looked at him fiercely.

"It's been a minute, guys."

Jia Bo's voice sounded at the right time: "In Gu Chen's office on the fourth floor, two people came out just now, holding submachine guns. ”

"Those two people are banging on the door and calling someone, you have to be careful."

"Okay, keep you updated." Ethan replied to Jabber and shook his head at Buzz.

Now is not the time to curse, there is a bunch of gunmen up there.

They went back the way they came, and the other rooms, according to the observation during this time, no one came in or out, and it should be a place where the miscellaneous items were piled up.

On the third floor, the most important thing is the flour sorting room just now, as well as the monitoring room at the beginning.

Another voice came from the headset:

"There are four men coming downstairs with AKs and Uzi charges in their hands, you watch out, you're going to meet them soon."

Ethan hurriedly waved his hand and motioned for the two people behind him to disperse.

In the case of monitoring, it is simply the same as opening and hanging, the other party's every move is clear to itself, and the difficulty is reduced linearly.

Although Gu Chen's people had been careful and careful, with the help of the carpet, there was not even a sound of footsteps.

But their careful and vigilant movements, under Jaber's gaze, were like a lame drama, and he also broadcast each other's every move in real time.

Buzz held the shotgun in his hand firmly, aiming it in the direction of the stairs.

Now he only thinks that this money is really well spent, and the original hellish difficulty has now become like playing a game.

At the top of the stairs, two Mexican gang members shrank down.

One of them saw the three muzzles of the gun pointed at him, and suddenly his crotch was wet.

"Bang."

Buzz pulls the trigger, the shotgun erupts tongues of fire, and the man is slammed into the wall with a shot.

Ethan had already put the Uzi submachine gun into fully automatic mode, and he rushed out after him, pulled the trigger, and the bullet in the magazine emptied itself at full speed in a second.

Craig also strode forward, his submachine gun firing incessantly.

For a while, the sound of violent gunfire echoed throughout the building.

Lan Ma stuck her head out of the car window, the stairwell was on it, the movement was particularly obvious, and the gunshots rang out like fried beans, and the gunfire flashed on the window.

There were no people on the street here, and when they heard the fierce gunshots, the few people who were the only ones who wanted their parents to give them two more legs and ran away quickly.

The gunfire came fiercely, and it was urgent to retreat.

After only two or three seconds, the movement stopped.

On the stairs to the fourth floor, four corpses had already fallen onto them, and several people had been beaten like a hornet's nest.

Ethan put down his Uzi submachine gun and pulled out Glock.

Jia Bo saw the opportunity in the surveillance, and said hurriedly: "There are two other people in the upper aisle, frightened by your movements, they are arguing, rush up." ”

Ethan immediately opened his legs and flew upward.

In just two or three strokes, like a nimble ape, the figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Shet."

Craig was frightened by his powerful explosiveness, and as he ran up, he whispered, "Is this guy still human?" ”

Ethan rushed up the stairs, kicked hard, and flew out.

"Bang bang."

When the whole person was still hanging in the air, Glock in his hand had already spewed out gunfire, and two bullets spun at high speed and flew out.

(End of chapter)