Ethan pulls out the magazine and shoots it on the AR15.

A group of six people gathered at the top of the staircase, and from the windows they could see the flickering lights outside the house.

Many patrol officers raised their pistols nervously and hid behind police cars.

"Chicago Police."

"Lay down your arms and surrender."

Erin shouted at the top a few times, but there was no answer.

It's strange that, according to the normal situation, they should have surrendered a long time ago.

Ethan observes the radar spot, and there are people on the upper floor, and some people are still in place.

Now at this time, I am too lazy to think so much.

Kill all the way up.

Ethan's muzzle was firmly aimed upward, and he stepped lightly up the stairs, his performance just now had convinced everyone on the scene, and they all got out of the way.

The two old Yin Bi also slowly moved down the corridor to the corner, intending to surprise them.

"Bang bang."

Ethan seized the opportunity and fired first in the corner.

The bullet tore through the wooden wall and slammed into the two men, bringing out wisps of blood.

The few people who followed him were already highly nervous, but now they were even more startled by the sudden movement of his shooting.

A string of shell casings flew up from the ejection and fell down the stairs with a ping-pong bang.

Immediately after, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded.

Ethan quickly reached the second-floor hallway with his feet and got down on one knee to minimize the area of the attack.

The others hurriedly followed him.

Atwater swallowed at the sight of the two bodies lying in a pool of blood.

"Spread out."

Hank gave a low command, his palms flicking.

Erin and Atwater took a few steps back, up a few stairs, and pointed their guns upward.

Ethan glanced quickly at the radar, and five points of light were parallel.

In front of them were three rooms, all empty on the left and right, and in the innermost room, five points of light formed a semicircle, enclosing the door.

The three points of light upstairs are all shrunk in the corner.

"Chicago Police."

Hank shouted into the hallway, "Drop your weapons, you're surrounded." ”

There was no answer on the other side, and there was an eerie silence on the second floor.

They didn't have Ethan's radar plug-in, and in Erin's opinion, the three intersecting doors were extremely terrifying, as if countless bullets would be poured out of them in the next moment.

"Listen to me."

It couldn't go on like this, and the people in the intelligence group didn't bring flashbangs, Ethan saw that there was no movement on the third floor, and spoke decisively.

With a wave of his arm, he pointed straight forward:

"Alternate shots forward."

"Hank, Erin, attack first."

Atwater takes over, and Burgess looks at the stairs.

"Me and Horstead in the end, clear?"

Everyone understood what he meant, that is, to use continuous attacks to make the opponent leave the range of the door and reduce the risk of being attacked.

At the sound of an order, Hank and Erin quickly moved their guns, picked up the AR15, and fired wildly inside.

The others avoided the line of fire and marched slowly on the left and right sides.

The door had been hit by dozens of holes from the bullets that had been poured over, and people with sharp eyes could already see through the holes and vaguely see the scene inside.

Through the radar, you can see the light spots inside moving rapidly.

While they dodged, one of the points of light had disappeared, and one of them was killed by Hank's indiscriminate shooting.

At this time, Ethan came to the first door next to him.

Even though he knew there was no one inside, he fired a few shots into the interior and kicked the door open.

As soon as the gunfire in the back stopped, Atwater immediately picked up.

The shotgun pumped incessantly, punching fist-sized holes in the already battered door.

Silencer people, don't want to sit still.

In the innermost room, gunshots rang out suddenly, and bullets flew out.

"Ahh

Horstead retreated into the room after Ethan, and with a muffled grunt, he was knocked over.

Seeing this, Atwater pumped the shotgun more quickly, and Hank also changed the magazine in time, raised the gun and fired back, suppressing the people in the room.

Ethan seized the opportunity, grabbed the shoulder strap of Horstead's bulletproof vest and quickly stepped back.

After two or three strokes, he was pulled into the corner of the room.

"You relax, don't move."

The struggling Horstead was held firmly by Ethan, and quickly checked it for him, and three deformed warheads got stuck in the bulletproof vest.

There was also blood coming out of the thigh, which luckily abrasioned.

"It's okay, I didn't get in, don't worry." Ethan rubbed his face and helped him calm down.

The injury to the thigh looks serious, but it will be fine after a few days of recuperation, and in comparison, the place where the bullet hits the body armor may be more serious.

Horsted looked like he was almost out of breath, his face covered in sweat.

In Ethan's experience, the ribs are constantly cracked as well.

"Call the main station, this is Detective Ethan Morgan, police number 99527, there are police officers injured at the scene and need an ambulance."

"Roger."

The voice of the dispatch office rang out: "There are ambulances arranged around, one block away from you." ”

"Okay."

Ethan Panasonic walkie-talkie, Hank's anxious voice sounded:

"What's wrong with him?"

They only saw Horstead take two sharp steps back before falling to the ground and quickly disappearing into the next room.

"It's not a big problem."

Ethan gritted his teeth and moved his body, responding loudly.

The light and shadow on the diagonal opposite side flickered, and an old black appeared in his line of sight.

Fingers snapped, and a few bullets pierced through the hole in the door, slamming into the old black's head, splashing a few bloody flowers.

Ethan yelled, "Stop shooting." ”

He picked up a chair with one hand and threw it at the crumbling door:

"Boom."

The tattered door was torn apart by the chairs, and countless pieces of wood flew inside.

Violent gunfire rang out, and bullets crackled on the chairs.

Ethan rushed forward, appearing at the door like a ghost, smiling and pulling the trigger as he looked at the desperate eyes of the men.

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

A dense burst of gunfire rang out, and he opened fire as he walked into the room.

By the time the people behind followed, Ethan had already set up his assault rifle and walked to the window.

In the next corner, a man and a woman lay in a pool of blood.

The only one left was leaning against the wall, several bullet holes had been made in his chest, his arm with the gun had been broken, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth.

In his eyes, there was still a bloodthirsty glow.

Ethan put one foot on his shoulder and aimed his hot muzzle at his eyebrows.

"Silencer."

Ethan said in a deep voice, "Do you know Miranda?" You've provoked people you shouldn't have provoked. ”

"Bang."

The silencer's eyes flickered, but Ethan didn't give him a chance to speak, and shot him through the eyebrows.

Let go of your foot, and the silencer falls to the side.

Turning around, Hank stood in the doorway, oblivious to his shooting of the incapable suspect.

On the other side, Atwater met his gaze and smiled.

This is a smart man, Ethan commented on him.

In fact, it's not a dumbfounder, usually in the face of this situation, they will pretend not to see it.

There is a tacit understanding between the police on how to deal with those who dare to shoot at the police.

Ethan lowered his gun: "Where's Erin?" ”

Hank pointed to the side, "Watching Horstead." ”

Turning their guns around, they went to the third floor again, and learned that the silencer had been killed, and the rest of the people threw their weapons out of the room and lay down on the spot, holding their heads in their hands.

The remaining two men and one woman were handcuffed, and the entire house was completely cleared.

(End of chapter)