The trailer stopped, and a tall man with thick arms and a round waist jumped out of the car.

He glanced at the scene of the car accident and frowned:

"Flynn, are you sure we're okay with that?"

"You've already messed up a business today, and we're going to do it privately, and Hogg will get us in trouble later."

"Aha."

After rummaging through the Ford, the inch-headed man excitedly raised the backpack in his hand: "If this is the kind of gain, I don't think Hogg will have a problem with us." ”

"Look, Ethan." The inch-headed man, Flynn had already unzipped his backpack and tugged at the mouth of the bag with both hands.

Inside the backpack, there was a lot of cash.

"Generous gifts."

Ethan, who had thick arms and a round waist, covered his mouth with his hands and said excitedly: "There must be seventy or eighty thousand here." ”

"At least 100,000."

Flynn said excitedly, "I'll tell you, this woman's backpack definitely has a lot of money. ”

"These two guys are running really fast, it's good that we took a shortcut, otherwise we would have let them run."

"As long as the money is back, what else can Hogg say."

"Pull the car away first." Ethan pressed the remote control and put down the trailer: "I can go out with so much money, and there should be a lot of savings." ”

"That's right."

Flynn continued rummaging as he removed both pistols from Ethan's body.

He didn't forget to pinch Ethan's chin and said viciously:

"With a gun, don't you, tough guy."

Putting the gun on his body, Fra stood up:

"I'll take this woman back, and you interrogate this man, bank card password, or something."

Ethan stopped what he was doing and grabbed a handful of round stomachs:

"You're going to wait for me first, and if I find out you're going to do it first, I'll rip your eggs off."

"Of course I'll wait for you, we're good brothers."

Flynn shook the backpack in his hand and said with a sneer: "I said, as long as you have money, what kind of woman you don't have." ”

"I'll take her back first, and when the time comes, the car will be repaired and sold to make a profit."

The two of them smiled and moved their hands quickly.

"Whoa."

A bucket of water was poured over Ethan's face, waking him up.

He shook his head and opened his eyes.

A sharp pain came from his head, his eyes were covered in blood, and everything he saw was a little red.

It was a dimly lit room, like a car repair shop, with a mess of car parts on the walls and a choking smell of engine oil in my nose.

"I'm finally awake."

"Boom."

A burly man put down the bucket in his hand.

He walked to the wooden table in front of Ethan with heavy steps and sat down on the table.

The wooden table was overwhelmed and creaked.

Ethan shook his head again, shook off the dizziness, and was tied to a chair behind his back, turning on the radar, and there were only himself and the big fat man in front of him.

After observing his current situation, he asked in a hoarse voice:

"Where's my companion?"

"That's not something you should worry about." The burly man picked up a wide dagger and wiped it back and forth with the rag on his hand.

The dagger and the handle were almost twenty centimeters long, and the blade of the knife made the man in front of him glisten.

"So what should I worry about?"

Ethan looked up, a smile on his bloody face.

"Poof."

The man slammed the dagger heavily into the wooden table, and asked fiercely, "Tell me your bank card password, and I will give you a good time, otherwise." ”

"No, or not." Ethan gulped a mouthful of bloody saliva:

"Actually, I have a very valuable thing on me, have you got it?"

Unexpectedly, Ethan actually cooperated like this, the man pulled out the dagger, and his eyes flashed with essence: "What is it?" ”

"Gilded Colt M1911."

Ethan wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Have you ever seen such a beautiful gun?" ”

"Bang dang."

The dagger fell to the ground with a few crunching sounds.

Looking at the glittering pistol in Ethan's hand, the fat on the tall fat man's face trembled, and he turned sharply, trying to run to the side.

"Bang."

For the first time in so long, the gilded Colt had come to Ethan and let out a roar.

The bullet hit the knee of the trumpet O'Neill in front of him, splashing a splash of blood.

"Ahh

He screamed and fell to the ground with a thud.

Ethan stood up, and the wooden chair under him suddenly disappeared like a stutter, and reappeared in place.

The rope that bound his feet also hung on the chair.

Ethan broke free in an instant, ignoring the fat man who was snorting on the ground, and walked to the table where he wanted to pounce.

Retract the gold-plated M1911 into space and pick up the double-barreled shotgun on the table.

Pouting the barrel, inside are two loaded shotguns.

"Who are you?"

Trumpet O'Neill looked at Ethan in horror, as if he had seen a demon, and his head was covered with fine sweat under the turban.

Ethan closed the barrel, lowered the muzzle, and pressed it against his head:

"Now I'm asking, you're answering."

His hair was wet and drooping, and Ethan's face was slicing with a few blood stains, and his eyes were cold: "Understand?" ”

Trumpet O'Neal looked frightened, but kept his mouth tightly shut.

"I admire you, you're a tough guy."

Ethan put away the shotgun and walked to the side to pick up the dagger that had fallen to the ground.

He walked up to the strong man again, put his gun against the strong man's jaw, knelt down on one knee and asked impatiently:

"My head hurts right now, please tell me where your companion is?"

"And most importantly, where is my companion?"

The man's lips trembled, but he remained silent.

Ethan looked down suspiciously, his knife was not misplaced, this was the first person to face such a threat without speaking.

The blade deflected, and the cold light flashed, bringing out a wisp of blood.

"Fakyu."

The man shuddered from the intense pain, and despite the muzzle of the gun on his chin, he raised his huge fist and struck Ethan.

Ethan quickly retracted his knife and pointed straight ahead.

The fist slammed into the tip of the knife with a strong wind.

"Huh."

The dagger pierced the bone of the hand and stabbed out of the wrist.

"Shet !!"

The strong man's scalp was numb in pain, and his whole body was out of anger, and like a wild bull, he threw himself at Ethan without hesitation.

Ethan decisively pulled the trigger, and the double-barreled shotgun erupted in flames.

"Bang."

A large cloud of blood mist was raised, and most of the strong man's head was smashed by a shotgun, and the white wall behind him was stained with a large patch of red paste.

The gunfire stopped, and the massive body fell backwards.

"Hiss."

The sound of water mist gushing sounded, and the smell of blood suddenly filled the nasal cavity, and the ground quickly became red.

Ethan wiped his face and wiped the blood beads off it.

With a flick of his palm, a red mark was thrown out of the concrete floor.

I still have a headache now, and I really don't want to fight with someone of such physique, so I have no choice but to bombard him to death.

All the way was safe and sound, but I didn't expect that a few days after I left home, the boat capsized in the gutter.

Thinking of this, Ethan cursed in his heart.

(End of chapter)