On top of the wooden-walled house, a swastika flag was hung in a grand manner.

The night wind is gusting, and the flag is hunting.

I turned on the radar and took a look, and there were ten points of light gathered in the room.

Most of them were gathered in the front living room, and upstairs two people were separated, motionless.

Ethan swung his pistol, jumped over the low guardrail, and led Nora through the side yard to the back door, bursting in from behind to reduce movement.

It's best to fix everything before anyone else finds out.

As you pass by the Ford F150, the mutation is steep.

"Roar!"

A dull roar suddenly sounded.

Immediately after, a black shadow pounced from the back of the vehicle.

Saliva dripped from the canines, the mouth opened, and the sharp teeth went straight for Nora's neck.

"Poof!"

After a muffled thud, the shadow fell to the ground.

It's a good dog, and it's been trained too much, and it has been silent in the car just now, until someone approached, and then it barked and went straight to the person's neck.

Ethan lowered his gun and looked appreciatively at the German Shepherd twitching on the ground.

Nora subconsciously touched her neck and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Burundi?"

In the next room, there was a shout of urgency.

Even if a silencer is installed, it does not mean that the sound can disappear completely, it only greatly reduces the noise, but the remaining gunfire is still very noticeable in the silent night.

Even if there is music playing in the house and there is a party, you can still hear some movement.

As the shouting in the house began, the music soon stopped.

"Something is wrong."

Someone inside whispered, and the light quickly flashed, and the room became silent.

A point of light slowly approached the window, and Ethan followed suit.

Two seconds later, the curtain quietly lifted a corner.

A brown eye, looking out the window, the man inside, only saw the muzzle of a black hole, and the bullet that ejected from it.

"Bang."

The glass shattered and burrowed into the eye socket.

There was another muffled thud, and the heavy body fell backwards to the floor, triggering several exclamations.

After firing the shot, Ethan quickly shifted his position.

The next moment, the gunshots rang out like a violent storm, and the bullets crackled out of it, falling on the place where he was standing just now, sawdust splashed, and the wooden wall instantly had more than a dozen small holes, and the light in the room came out.

Ethan waved his arm, and Nora understood.

Since the surprise attack failed, then find a way to attack, and the two quickly separated.

One forward, one backward.

Ethan quickly moved to the back of the room and pulled a flashbang from his pocket.

Pull out the tab and wave your hand to throw it.

The flashbang smashed through the kitchen glass and fell to the floor, exploding with a thud.

Nora, who ran to the front door, made the same move.

There is such sharp attacking equipment in her, and it will be wasted if you don't use it, so why rush into it with a gun.

In indoor environments, flashbangs can be fired into the soul.

Two flashes of bright light flashed in quick succession, causing a terrified howl to sound inside.

"Bang."

Ethan jumped off the lock and strode in.

As soon as he broke into the house, he immediately dodged to the side, and the people inside were stunned and blinded, and they were not wasted.

There are people who are familiar with the structure of the house, and they pick up the guns in their hands and fire indiscriminately at the entrances and exits, and bullets fly past them, which is still quite scary.

Ethan slowed down, leaned over and waved Glock.

"Poof."

A bullet struck the man in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

At the same time, he reached under his ribs, pulled out the other Glock, and walked forward with two guns.

When I came to the top of the stairs, I raised my right arm upward.

This movement had already woken up the people upstairs, and one bright spot moved to the corner to hide, and the other point of light moved rapidly.

The eyes swept away, and the eyes lit up.

A naked woman with short blond hair appeared at the staircase with a double-barreled shotgun, and her body was covered with large tattoos, looking like a beautiful snake.

"Bang bang."

The trigger was pulled quickly, and the gunfire flashed.

Before the tattooed woman could raise the double-barreled shotgun, a few blood flowers splashed on her chest, and a small hole instantly appeared on her head.

"Boom."

The serpent fell headlong down the stairs and fell to Ethan's side, losing the light in his eyes.

Lift your foot and gently pass over her.

When they got to the living room, Nora burst in through the front door.

The guns in the hands of the two people continued to spit tongues of fire, killing all three people who tried to resist on the spot.

They were already battle-hardened, and they used flashbangs.

After this wave of operation, the people inside were powerless to resist, and they were quickly subdued.

The remaining two men and two women were all grabbed by Ethan and thrown on the sofa.

They raised their hands and their eyes were red and swollen.

Under the influence of the bright light, tears flowed uncontrollably, and their eyes stinged for a while but they didn't dare to reach out to wipe them, and the four corpses on the ground and the people lying at the top of the stairs were all warning them not to move.

"Listen, I don't know what you're here for."

The only white man with one hand raised gritted his teeth and said, "This place is protected by Watts, and I hope you know what you're doing." ”

"There's $50,000 in the safe next to it, you can take it all."

He endured the sharp pain in his shoulder, and continued in a cold sweat:

"Don't worry, we will never call the police."

It's a threat, a confession, a set of rhetoric, and it can't be done.

It's a pity that Ethan doesn't know who the Watts he is talking about is, maybe Hector is to the Salvadorans, the leader of their gang of white supremacists, but Ethan doesn't care about these things at all.

The table in the middle is filled with a variety of drinks.

A small tray of flour that hadn't been touched was placed on it, and it seemed that the celebration of the men had just begun.

But the clothes on his body are gone, and it looks like he's planning a chaotic party tonight.

"Do I look like I'm going to worry about you calling the police?" Ethan stepped on the table with one foot and shook the gun in his hand: "You, go open the safe and take out all the money." ”

The naked woman, who was pointed at gunpoint, turned her head to look at the bald white man.

After the man said the password, the woman with a large swastika tattoo on her chest quickly stood up and walked to the side, she bent down and quickly twisted on the safe.

Ethan looked at her coldly and didn't say a word.

Whether this woman with excellent figure is dead or alive is in her own thoughts.

Stacking the stacks of money inside, the blonde woman held her hands in her hands, turned around awkwardly, and placed one hand under the stacks of money.

"Poof."

Ethan pulled the trigger cleanly and shot her in the head.

Several people on the couch trembled with the gunshots, and the blonde woman also fell, an M9 pistol, followed by a few wades of cash. (End of chapter)