Ethan pulls the trigger and shoots the man who broke through the glass and kills.

Through the radar, it can be seen that the last point of light near the house has circled to the back of the bedroom, and he is moving quickly towards the bedroom.

A figure flashed from the window behind them, and the two looked at each other.

"Bang."

A headshot.

Just then, the front window was smashed and something was thrown in.

Ethan stared intently, his hairs standing on end.

C4！

He lunged at the bedroom window, the glass shattering and splashing out.

Ethan tumbled to the ground, an arrow towards the trees behind the house.

"Bang."

A deafening explosion rang out, destroying the entire wooden house.

Most of the roof was also torn off, and the broken planks crackled like bullets in all directions.

A huge shockwave tossed him over, and the trees blocked the debris that flew in.

But there was still a stabbing pain in the shoulder, and a dinner knife was stuck in it.

Ethan staggered to the other side, dizzy from the explosion, looking at everything ghostly, his ears were full of screams, and it was not at all suitable for him to continue fighting.

As I was speeding through the woods and onto the road, I was confronted by a BMW speeding up.

The car stopped, and a beautiful blonde woman in an orange leather coat slammed the car door, and at the same time raised Glock to Ethan, and shouted:

"Drop the pistol."

Ethan couldn't hear what she was saying now, but he had to raise his hands in pain in the face of the threat of the gun.

Liviera saw the smoke from the explosion not far away, and there was a hint of horror on her face.

She nervously pointed a gun at Ethan, holding out a police badge to signal while continuing to drink and order him to drop the pistol.

Ethan recognized the person in front of him, the immigration agent Liviera, and his hearing finally recovered a little, and he could vaguely hear him drop his pistol.

He had to let go of his hand, and the python's left wheel fell to the ground.

I didn't expect that I would also have a day when I was signaled with a police badge and pointed at Glock.

At Liviera's motion, Ethan took a few steps back.

Livira picked up the python revolver and brandished her gun to signal Ethan to sit in the co-pilot.

The silver BMW raised a circle of smoke and dust, and when the man in leather ran over, he could only vaguely see the license plate number behind the smoke.

"Shet."

He scolded angrily and reluctantly returned.

Sitting in the BMW, the air conditioner blew, and Ethan finally came to his senses.

The female agent next to him looked nervously at him, driving with one hand and the other underneath, holding Glock and pointing at herself.

"What happened?"

Livira asked hurriedly, "What was the explosion just now, why are there so many gunshots, and who are you?" ”

"If you don't mind?"

Ethan cautiously pointed to his shoulder, the other party was obviously a rookie, afraid that she would go too far.

"You'd better move slowly, don't let me get me wrong."

Liviera nodded, her eyes fixed on him.

Ethan raised his arm, touched the knife inserted in his shoulder, pinched the blade and flicked it gently, the tip of the knife left the flesh, blood oozed out, and the T-shirt was stained red.

Looking at the depth of the blood stained on the knife, two or three centimeters, it is not a big problem.

He furrowed his eyebrows and threw the knife under his seat.

Livira watched his series of actions, and her heart was beating a little, the person in front of her was too calm, not at all like a person who had just experienced a gunfight and explosion.

She paid attention to Ethan, and said loudly:

"I'm Satana Liviera, an agent from the General Administration of Immigration and Customs, what the hell happened just now?"

"USCIS?"

"That's right, if you tell me what happened, I promise I won't send you back."

Liviera is keenly aware that there must be something hidden behind this matter, an ordinary illegal worker, even if there is a way to get a gun. There was no way to carry out the assassination operation smoothly.

Not to mention the huge explosion that just happened, none of this is simple.

"Are you sure you want to get to the bottom of the matter?"

Ethan looked at her, she should be about twenty-three or fourteen years old, and she could be arranged by her boss to squat in the street park to guard the black household.

Either they're new or they're not taken seriously.

Ethan smiled: "This matter, you are an agent, I'm afraid you can't parry." ”

"It's none of your business, you just need to tell everything, I'm fed up squatting on the street every day to check for illegal workers." Liviera turned her head and said resolutely:

"And you, my friend, are the opportunity I've been waiting for for a long time."

Ethan moved his shoulders: "Sounds like you need my help." ”

"It's just a matter of helping each other."

Livira drove the car seriously: "Now the police in the whole state are looking for you, as long as you cooperate with my work, I promise that I will intercede for you in front of the judge." ”

"You're new, aren't you?"

Ethan opened his mouth to ask this sentence, which made Liviera stunned for a moment.

He took the opportunity to reach out and grab Glock's sleeve in Liviera's hand like lightning, and pushed it back, tilting the muzzle of the gun to the side just to be safe.

At the same time, another hand came out from behind him.

Ethan had an extra Glock in his hand, the muzzle of which was firmly pressed against Liviera's temple.

The silver BMW shook a bit and quickly straightened out.

In less than a second, the situation on both sides reversed.

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against her head, and Liviera's throat was thirsty.

"Let go."

Ethan's voice sounded calmly: "Or you bet on whether there are any bullets in my gun." ”

Livira had no choice but to let go of the hand holding the handle of the gun, and said with a nervous expression: "You don't want to be a police killer, no one will let you go." ”

"As long as you cooperate, of course I won't kill you."

Ethan took her Glock and threw it into his storage compartment.

At the same time, he unusually skillfully ripped off Liviera's coat and retrieved the python revolver she had placed inside the holster.

Then check the back of her waist, and under her armpits.

After making sure there were no radios or other weapons, he removed the muzzle from her head.

"Next time, remember to handcuff and search again."

Ethan put the pistol on his lap and pointed it at her steadily: "Do things calmly, don't get carried away." ”

Livira was ashamed and angry, her hands gripping the steering wheel vigorously.

Unexpectedly, after the situation reversed, Ethan took the initiative to say what happened:

"I didn't shoot the senator, there was an assassin at the scene, and I was set up."

"The person who assassinated the senator, named Michael Booth, was the senator's campaign aide, and he didn't do it for the senator's life, it was all for the votes."

Livira turned her head, her eyes blinking.

Ethan understood what she meant, and just wanted to shrug his shoulders, but there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, and he wiped the sweat from his face:

"Trust me, I didn't take you for a fool."

"Now, can you take me to your lodgings for a while? Miss Liviera. ”

(End of chapter)