"Falk !!"

The pain was so sharp that the bald man screamed.

He lost his mind and flipped the call girl away, revealing her blood-stained crotch.

"Bang bang."

Glock next to him rang out, and Horstead's fingers quickly pulled, and several shots in succession directly helped the bald man solve the pain.

Rusek, who was behind, strode upstairs according to the original plan.

"Hands up."

"Don't move."

Ethan and the others approached the living room with guns raised, and kept yelling.

The call girls all subconsciously curled up in a ball.

The man who ran backwards, Hank and Antonio, who broke through the door, knelt on the ground very quickly and obediently raised his hands.

"Ah~"

The screams rang out again, and Nadia sat down next to Milares, pulled up by him.

"Don't come here, or I'll shoot."

Milares quickly pulled out a pistol from her body and pointed it at Nadia's head.

"Don't."

Erin's face was panicked, and she quickly moved the muzzle of her gun: "Put down your weapon." ”

"Bang."

A crisp voice sounded beside Erin, and Milares' hand holding the gun was blown off in an instant.

The pistol swirled and fell to the side.

"Shet!"

Milares shook her hand in pain, but her other hand clasped Nadia's throat tightly.

"Come, tell me, what do you want to do?"

At that moment, Ethan quickly moved in front of him, pressing the hot muzzle against his head.

Not only that, but Hank, who was in the back, also stepped forward.

Glock pressed against the back of Milares' head and thrust hard.

One in front and one in the back, two guns against the head.

Fine sweat broke out on Milares' forehead and let Nadia go: "Don't shoot, I surrender." ”

"The suspect fled."

Olinsky's voice sounded over the intercom: "In front of the house, chase after it." ”

Hosted, who was closest to the front door, quickly turned and rushed out, and Antonio on the side quickly followed.

"Bang."

Hank kicked Milares in the ass and kicked him to the ground:

"You give me an honest stomach."

Lowering the muzzle of the gun, Ethan grabbed Milares by the neck and held him firmly in control.

On the other side of the living room, the robber who was sitting motionless on the sofa was also pressed down by Erin and Sumner and handcuffed him.

In just a dozen seconds, the entire living room was controlled.

Hank handcuffed Milares, and as soon as he recovered his strength, a rapid voice sounded from the docking machine in his chest:

"Attention all patrol officers, the suspect fled the scene of arrest on foot."

"Jeans, gray long-sleeved T-shirt, beard on the face, address at 2600 South Obamaney, here for help, search."

It was Antonio's voice, and Ethan and Hank looked at each other.

"Hahaha."

Milares stuck his head to the ground and sneered: "It seems that someone has escaped." ”

"."

Ethan slapped him on the head: "Did I let you speak?" ”

Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Olinski helped Burgess down with a bruise on her face and blood from the corner of her mouth.

She covered her stomach with her hands, a pained look on her face.

"Who did that?"

Ethan asked angrily, his hand on the back of his neck and some strength.

"Muñoz" Burgess had a weak voice.

In the direction of the front door, Russec and Horstead walked in, both with bruised noses and swollen faces, and Horstead spat a mouthful of blood next to him and sat down on the couch.

He stared at Milares, his eyes as if he could breathe fire.

Seeing them like this, Hank clenched his fists.

Unexpectedly, the other party was only one person, and he made three of his subordinates embarrassed.

"Hehe, these people, you underestimate Muñoz, right?"

Ignoring the pain in his hand, Milares grinned and let out a sneer.

"Go out and take them all out." With a wave of his hand, Hank shouted as he pointed to the call girls in the living room and the two robbers who survived.

As he spoke, he seemed to be able to fall out of the ice slag.

Horstead and them, not daring to have any doubts, took all the gang out together with Olinsky and Irene.

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing almost everyone leave, Miraresdon didn't feel good.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to talk to you" Ethan grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, "You're so happy, you must be in a good mood right now." ”

Ethan grabbed Milares by the collar and looked at Hank.

Hank understood and quickly untied the handcuffs that had just been locked.

"If you like to laugh, then you can give me a good laugh."

Ethan kicked him straight into the kitchen, strode in.

"Fake."

Milares rolled a few laps on the ground, dazed.

"Smack." A slap whistled, his eyes went black, and the little stars flashed in front of him.

Ethan grabbed his clothes and pulled them over himself.

"How dare you attack the police?"

Ethan took two steps back, looked at Milares incredulously, and strode forward angrily.

Reach out and twist your hips.

"No, I didn't!"

Milares shook his head frantically, and the next moment, the whole person flew into the air.

"Bang."

The floor was smashed by more than a hundred pounds of something and squeaked.

"!!"

Milares barely breathed, slowly writhing on the ground.

"Come, tell me."

Ethan crouched down in front of him and said coldly, "Where will Muñoz flee to?" ”

"Fakyu."

Milares' face flushed, and he gasped.

"Wrong answer." Standing up, Ethan grabbed his other intact hand and stomped it lightning toward his shoulder blade.

"Click!"

The crisp sound made Milares hit his head on the ground frantically.

He tried to break free, but was trampled on.

"Fake, Fake."

Milares whispered in pain, "I say, let go." ”

"Now it's not up to you to decide."

Ethan used another amount of strength, and his voice was cold: "If you don't say anything more, I'll just tear your arm off." ”

“OK！”

Milares quickly named several addresses, all of which were places Muñoz might have visited.

"Where's the money?"

Ethan pulled hard and scolded again.

The feeling of their limbs about to be torn apart was terrifying, and Milares no longer had illusions and told them all the information they wanted to know.

There is nothing in the world that cannot be asked, only torture to extract confessions is not enough.

After some operation, Mirares had already snorted and cried.

If he lets the little brother outside see it, he is guaranteed to drop his jaw in shock.

"Give me that."

Ethan looked up and said to Hank, who had been watching from the sidelines.

"Is that it?"

Hank turned around and found a glass bottle on top of the cupboard.

"That's right."

Shove the glass bottle into Milares' hand, making sure to leave his fingerprints, then grab his hand and hit it your head.

"Bang."

Shards of glass splattered everywhere, and wisps of blood slowly flowed down.

As soon as his palm loosened, Milares' severed arm fell, and he just gritted his teeth and didn't dare to make any sound.

I've seen anyone, but I've never seen such a neuropathy.

"Your eyes are telling me, are you not convinced?"

"Do you want to sue me?" Ethan pointed to his eyes and said viciously, "Do you know that this is attacking the police?" ”

"Mom Fake you should be thankful that I didn't shoot you with a single shot."

"yes, you should have said thank you to me."

Seeing the palm in front of him, his face was still hot and painful.

Milares closed her eyes, tears of grievance flowed:

"Thank you!"

(End of chapter)