Inside the scope, Senator John McLaughlin was in high spirits.

With his hands on his hips, he is giving a passionate speech to the electorate, his eyes are resolute, giving people the image of a tough guy.

For a minute left, Ethan slowly moved the muzzle of his gun, aiming at his arm, holding his breath.

The sound of the speech stopped abruptly, and Senator McLaughlin disappeared from Ethan's scope in an instant, followed by a faint gunshot.

Ethan quickly moved away from behind the scope and looked ahead.

The rally was in chaos, and the voters who attended the meeting fled in all directions, like ants on a hot pot.

Senator McLaughlin had already fallen to the ground, covering his feet with his hands, and the staff around him quickly surrounded him and covered him.

Ethan quickly looked to the side, his pupils constricting violently.

The leather-clad man was standing on the roof of a building in the distance, also carrying an AR-15 in his hand, he smiled at Ethan, his figure flashed, and he disappeared behind the parapet wall.

At the same time, the media and cameras around the venue took pictures in their own direction.

"Traps."

Ethan cursed in his heart, quickly lowered his body, threw the AR-15 back into space, and took out his Glock 17.

In this situation, where would he dare to use that gun.

He ran as fast as he could to the top of the stairs and down the fire escape.

Fortunately, I was cautious and wore a soft mask all the way, otherwise, I would have been photographed by the media, and the country would not have been able to stay.

It's not clear what the situation is, but one thing is certain.

That is, he was sold.

The man who sent out the goatee couldn't believe that the person who had taken him down there must have become the one who wanted his own life.

Whatever the purpose of the goatee, killing his own mouth must be his primary goal now.

Street Park, fast food trucks.

Letty put her long legs on the small bench in front of her, clasped her hands on her chest, and watched the small TV above.

Senators who are tough on illegal workers in Mexico come to town to rally votes, and she knows about it and has been paying attention.

Inside the TV. Senator McLaughlin has loudly declared that if he is re-elected, he will push the state legislature to build a fence at the border and electrify.

All this money has to be paid by Mexicans.

The voters who attended the meeting cheered loudly for him, and Letty picked up the taco on the side and smashed it on the TV:

"Why didn't anyone beat this bastard to death."

As she cursed, a gunshot rang out on the TV, and Senator McLaughlin fell to the ground with a wisp of blood on his leg, leaving the scene in chaos.

Letty was stunned and quickly withdrew her legs.

When did he become so effective, and who fired the gun, the marksmanship is so stinky.

After shaking violently, the camera quickly locks in one direction and quickly closes in.

In a small building, a black-haired man with an AR-15 appears in the camera, wearing a mask on his face, which can only be seen to be not black.

"Whew."

Letty was relieved to see that the person who fired the shot did not reveal his true face.

Then, she swallowed hard again.

This blue striped shirt is too familiar, after all, the owner of this shirt has not forgotten her handsome appearance so quickly.

"Shet."

Letty bit her thick lip, didn't this person say that he was going to find those who hunted the stowaways? Why did you run to assassinate the senator again, where did such a crazy bastard come from.

She quickly stood up and turned off the TV.

The food truck's roof was closed, and a few puffs of green smoke came out, and it quickly drove in the direction of the city council.

Ethan ran down the stairs and turned on the radar at the same time.

After running down two floors, there were three white dots with downward arrows, moving in a circuitous way, almost overlapping their positions.

It was clear that there were three people running up the fire staircase below.

The one who came was not good, this must be a goatee.

It's just that now, there has just been a shooting here, and it's not appropriate to kill a few more people.

He has been a policeman himself, and he has also learned a lot of tricks from Hood, and he is cautious along the way, leaving no clues, so there will be no official figures chasing him.

As long as you escape from the office building, the only people with goatees who can chase and kill you will be the ones who can chase you.

When the time comes, it doesn't matter how you do it.

Thinking of this, he quickly opened the fire door and walked into the office building.

The role of radar, at this time, was played to the fullest by him, and any abnormal white spots were easily avoided by him.

Drilling down and down all the way, it didn't take long for him to come to the second floor.

There must have been someone in ambush at the front and back doors of the first floor, and Ethan hurried to an empty restroom.

Throw the backpack into the space, then take out the clothes from it and quickly change them.

It didn't take long for a handsome man in jeans, a blue T-shirt, and a pair of high-end sunglasses to walk out of the bathroom.

Walked up to the fire bell and slammed it down with the butt of the gun, and the shrill fire bell rang throughout the office building.

Ethan followed the chaotic crowd and walked out of the office building easily along the front door.

When he went out, he didn't forget to glance at the house number.

Outside the doorway, there stood several men in suits with anxious expressions, their waists bulging.

It's just that the attention of those people is all on the people who are dressed similarly to Ethan's before.

They didn't even glance at the well-dressed person, let alone the handsome Ethan, who was holding an office OL girl who had accidentally fallen.

Leaving the office building, Ethan smiled and declined the beautiful office girl's invitation for a cup of coffee.

In normal times, he probably wouldn't have refused.

But now, the appearance of calm is full of anger.

Turning around, he grimaced.

As he walked along the street, he took out his phone and sent out the address he had just remembered.

Before he could make a call, Jaber called, and his voice was pleasant:

"Hey, what's that address for?"

On Jabber's side, Craig could still be heard cheering.

Ethan glanced around and said quickly:

"I was framed, the address I just sent to you is an office building, I need you to destroy all the monitoring data in it for the past two days, is there any problem?"

Jabber's voice also became serious: "Framed? Office? ”

"That's right."

Jaber relaxed: "It's a small meaning, it's not a military base, the FBI, when does it need to be done?" ”

"Whatever you're doing right now, right now, right away."

Ethan pressed the phone and walked forward with a relaxed step.

Destroying surveillance records is the last hidden danger to destroy oneself, and unless that goatee blows himself up, his own safety is absolutely fine.

It used to be him playing with himself, but now it's going to be reversed.

Turning a corner, a red food truck was whizzing past him.

Looking at the familiar graffiti, he took off his sunglasses in confusion.

(End of chapter)