After lunch, Ethan drove the Sabo class to the address Reid had sent him.

It didn't take long to arrive at the place.

This is a commercial office building and the office of Reed's real estate brokerage company.

Slowly parking the car in the parking space, he looked left and right.

There was no one around, and he waved his hand.

In the back seat, four travel bags fell out of thin air.

There were about six million here, and Ethan got into the back row and started to get busy.

Roughly picked out five or six hundred thousand, threw it into the space, and then closed the zipper of the travel bag.

The money left in it will only be more, not less.

As soon as he returned to the driver's seat, the phone rang and Reed asked with concern:

"Mr. Morgan, where are you now?"

"It's downstairs from your company."

"Do you need security personnel?"

"No, I'll be up in a minute."

"Okay, your lawyer has arrived, we are waiting for you at the company."

Hang up, get out of the car and open the rear seat door.

Pick up the heavy four travel bags, and the weight of more than fifty pounds on one side is quite overwhelming.

Ethan looked up at the tall office building and walked over.

"Sir, do you need help?"

A voice sounded next to him that stopped him.

A parking lot security guard pointed to the bag in his hand and walked over quickly: "This looks very heavy. ”

"Thanks, no need."

Ethan smiled at him, his face abruptly changed.

Not far away, the side door of a commercial vehicle suddenly opened.

Five men with long and short guns and hoods sped out of the carriage.

They looked at them fiercely and raised their guns.

"Be careful!"

Ethan yelled and threw the heavy duffel bag directly on the ground.

"Da-da-da-da."

Fierce gunfire rang out, and several clouds of blood exploded on the security guard's body.

Ethan only had time to fly behind Saboban's front of the car, and a barrage of bullets followed his movements.

"Bang."

The security officer slammed to the ground, his eyes blinking, his body convulsing.

The sudden sound of gunfire caused panic.

There were screams all around, and passers-by scattered and fled.

On the hood, there was a pop of being hit by a bullet.

Turn on the radar, and the five points of light on the opposite side are shooting while slowly approaching.

Their goal was very clear, that is, the four travel bags that Ethan had thrown on the ground not far away.

The autumn wind hit me on my head.

"Grass!"

Ethan scolded angrily and quickly pulled out the python.

"Bang bang!"

He fired two shots in the direction of several bandits.

The bandits didn't expect that there were also firearms on the opposite side, and their footsteps stagnated and quickly dispersed.

Ethan quickly dialed the emergency call and hurriedly said the address: "Police number 99527, officer attacked, repeat, officer attacked." ”

"There was an exchange of fire at the scene and there were five armed bandits."

"Civilians are down, ambulances are needed."

"Now, quick!"

As he spoke, a point of light came up from behind the rows of vehicles.

Throwing away the phone directly, Ethan quickly lay on the ground.

His feet in sneakers were moving slowly towards him.

"Bang."

The moment the white sneakers hit the ground, gunshots rang out.

The ankle exploded, bones and flesh splattered, and the bandit screamed and fell to the ground.

Ethan continued to pull the trigger and shot him in the head.

On the other side, the gunfire did not stop.

The bandits were taken aback by his return fire, and soon realized that they were fighting more and less, and began to suppress them with frantic firepower.

The vehicle was thumping, and Ethan couldn't even get his head out.

He could only ignore the four travel bags for the time being, he pressed the car keys, and then fired two shots through the window glass in succession, restraining the opposite movement, and then threw himself behind the car.

By this time, sirens were already sounding in the distance.

The bandits didn't expect the police to come so quickly, and hurriedly shouted.

By this time, Ethan had already come to the back of Saboban.

The bandits also noticed that the back door of the car was raised, and the fire was concentrated.

The body was thumped and pierced, and Ethan leaned over.

He put away the python's revolver, quickly lifted the gun case, and picked up the AR-15.

There were two bandits who had already run to the side of the travel bag during this gap.

Just now, seeing Ethan holding it easily alone, one of them was on guard, and the other grabbed the travel bag.

The weight of the bag was beyond the man's expectations.

The travel bag was dragged but not lifted.

As they delayed, Ethan quickly turned sideways and showed the assault rifle in his hand.

"Fark!"

Seeing the firearm, he was on guard, and the man with the pistol cursed.

Ethan's eyes were cold, and he quickly pulled the trigger.

Five or six bullets flew out in a burst of light, all hitting the head of the bandit who was in charge of taking the money, tearing his mouth apart and his face bursting.

The man standing on guard was also knocked over by him.

The remaining two bandits didn't expect that the other party would be so tricky, with both long and short firepower.

They stared unwillingly at the bags on the ground, firing as they ran back as fast as they could.

The money was not earned, but a few lives were thrown out.

The two men were annoyed, and the gunfire became even more ferocious.

A few sparks splashed around him, and Ethan was forced to move his position.

Bending over, he walked briskly to the back of another car.

The sirens were getting closer, just a block or two away.

Through the radar, they were seen fleeing quickly.

Ethan was about to grit his teeth and rush out, but a few extra bullet holes in the car next to him made him stop abruptly.

"Hurry up."

The driver of the van roared loudly.

One of the bandits had already gotten into the car, nervously pointing his gun outside, firing non-stop.

The last bandit, avoiding the line of fire, flew into it.

The commercial vehicle rubbed its tires frantically and drove forward quickly, and the people inside continued to stretch out their guns to suppress the fire.

The points of light have disappeared from the radar, and the gunfire has become farther away.

Ethan quickly shifted his position again, slamming the trigger.

A scream rang out in the distance, and one of the bandits was shot in the chest, and was caught in the car by another man, and the door slammed shut.

The rear wheels of the commercial vehicle flashed sparks, and the tires burst.

But the speed of the car has not been raised, and it has hardly been affected.

In a matter of seconds, the vehicle turned around the corner and disappeared from his field of vision.

Picking up the AR-15, Ethan ran back, trying to get into the car and catch up.

But in the exchange of fire just now, Saboban's tires were burst, and he was so angry that he kicked the body hard.

"Giggles!"

The sound of choking blood rang out, and Ethan quickly rushed to the side of the knocked down security officer.

He didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only hold down the wound:

"Hold on, the ambulance will be coming soon."

The security personnel were unable to hold on, their bodies convulsing twice, and their eyes losing their sparkle.

With his hands folded, Ethan fell to his knees.

Looking at the palm of his hand, extremely bright red, Ethan was extremely angry, the other party wanted to help him, but died tragically under the gun.

"Sir."

A nervous shout rang out from the side: "Throw away your weapon, now." ”

"Police number 99527, Detective Ethan Morgan."

Ethan looked up at the two patrol officers, "It's the support I called." ”

As the badge was revealed, the two patrolmen lowered their guns.

Looking at the black security guard who died unexpectedly in front of him, Ethan clenched his fists.

"Detective, what's going on here?"

One of the patrolmen walked cautiously, he looked at several corpses around him and asked nervously.

"Do you have tissues?"

Ethan didn't answer his question, but asked rhetorically

The patrol officer on the side looked at his blood-stained palm, and hurriedly took out two tissues and handed them over.

Wiping his hands clean, under the gaze of the two patrol officers, Ethan picked up the mobile phone that he had just thrown aside, gritted his teeth and dialed out.

(End of chapter)