Above the fifth floor, a gang of bandits was besieging the room in the hallway.

The dense bullets smashed the door to the ground.

Someone else lifted the sofa bench out of the room, and kept colliding against the wooden door, as if attacking the city.

Ethan had barely stepped up the stairs when he saw the armchair break open the door.

The bandits were ecstatic and erupted in cheers.

The room was getting less and less frequent, and the ammo seemed to be running out, causing more people to run out of the room and join the party.

Seeing that the few people hiding in the room were about to be lost.

Ethan's eyes flashed with a sharp man, AK raised, handguard clenched, shoulder vibrating wildly with the butt of the gun.

The 7.62 mm caliber bullet, under his strong force, pierced steadily forward, and everywhere the bullet went, there was a bloody storm, and in a few seconds, all the people gathered near the door were overturned.

The screams were incessant, and those who were lucky enough not to be hit fled for their lives.

Armed with their hands and feet, they fled in terror behind the railings, trying to dodge the scythe of Death's harvest.

Behind Ethan, Gil also burst out with firepower.

Dark shadows flashed underneath.

She kept firing at the crack at the staircase, the bullet casings were thrown out quickly, and the sweat on her short hair was also shocked and dripping.

The people below also began to fight back.

The bullet sent concrete debris flying and slid down her cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

Jill couldn't control so much at this time, and desperately suppressed the firepower.

"Bump."

A huge machete slashed at the corner of the corridor, splashing sparks.

The AK47, which was emptied of the magazine, was casually dropped.

Ethan pulled the pistol he had just picked up from the corpse out of his belt and moved the muzzle of the gun quickly.

"Bang."

Turning sideways, a shot was fired into the ground, and there was an instant hole in the flesh and blood on the shoe that poked out.

"Ah!!h

A Colombian clutches his leg and falls forward.

"Bang bang."

Ethan shot him twice in the head in quick succession, not giving him a chance.

Leap forward and look to the right.

Five more Colombians stood in the passage, all armed with machetes, looking at Ethan's guns with grim faces.

"Sting."

Ethan grabbed the machete embedded in the corner of the wall and pulled it through, leaving a trail of sparks on the wall.

The other party didn't have a gun, and he wanted to save some bullets.

The one-meter-long machete shook in his hand, and it was very handy.

Several Colombians on the opposite side glanced at each other and smirked at each other, their machetes whistling down.

"Ding."

With a wave of his arm, Ethan easily slashed the machete in the lead man's hand, and the knife sped backwards and thrust into a door, making a muffled thud, and the handle of the knife kept shaking.

Then a cold light flashed, and the great head flew up out of thin air.

In the dimly lit corridor, the sturdy figure moved up and down, left and right like a ghost, and the sound of stabbing kept ringing.

The smell of blood spread quickly with the sound of water mist.

Jill was forced to retreat upstairs by the gunfire below, and when she heard that there was no more gunfire from above, she hurriedly looked to the side.

The sight in front of her made her shudder.

"Huh."

A flash of knife slashed diagonally from the last Colombian man.

It wasn't until the man fell heavily backwards that Ethan stopped his movements, flicked his arm hard, and the machete flew up and smashed the surveillance camera on the wall.

He straddled the stump of the ground and walked towards Jill.

The entire corridor turned into a slaughterhouse, Ethan was covered in blood, and the smell like a fierce beast made Jill's body shake in fright.

The next moment, Ethan raised his pistol and pointed it at Jill.

The eyes are cold and breathtaking.

Jill was in a trance, as if he felt death coming.

"Bang."

The light of the gunfire made her eyelids blink quickly, and there was also a trace of afterimage in her pupils.

"Bang."

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded behind her, and she quickly turned around in fright.

An old black man wearing a flower turban, I don't know when, suddenly appeared on her side, but now the person was already on the ground, still holding a pistol in his hand.

"Is this the time to be stunned?"

Ethan pulled out the python again and walked over with two guns: "Cheer up." ”

"Oh."

Jill didn't dare to refute, and nodded hurriedly.

Led by Ethan, the two of them reached the end of the corridor, and before leaving, Jill looked at the place in the corridor just now and exhaled softly.

When I went to the room where Phillips was, gunfire erupted from time to time throughout the building.

As soon as Ethan waved his arm, a black shadow immediately fell.

After Jill emptied the AR15's ammo, he quickly switched to the MP5 and fired at the back.

The two cooperated very skillfully, suppressing the people outside the corridor.

After a while, they came to the end of the hallway.

Under the sharp attack of the two, Ethan could observe through the radar that the people hiding behind the railing had quietly retreated.

If you don't retreat, as long as you raise your head, your head will bloom the next moment.

In the face of this situation, not to mention that the guerrillas are scattered, even the regular soldiers can't bear it when they come, they come out to earn money, not to die.

When the stakes are too high, many people don't want to make that money.

This is also the reason why Ethan is so ruthless, he has to kill these people and kill them to the point of fear, so that he can stop those who want to fish in troubled waters, otherwise everyone will do it together, and no matter how strong he is, he will not be able to do it.

"Phillips."

As he approached the door, Ethan yelled.

This is to remind the people inside, otherwise they will be shot twice by their own people, which is really called unjustly killed.

"Yes."

There was a cry of surprise from inside: "We are inside." ”

"Don't shoot."

Leaving Jill on guard, Ethan quickly collected the weapons on the ground, but fortunately, the location of the place they chose by Phillips was also clever enough that it was not in the shooting range of the corridor above, so he could operate calmly.

"Open the door." Jill lifted the armchair and tapped the crumbling door.

The people inside quickly moved, and removed all the tables, chairs and benches that blocked the door, and after removing a large table, the light from inside finally came out.

Phillips' bald head was covered in sweat.

He crouched down and looked nervously out through the hole in the door, where bullet casings and corpses made his face even paler.

"Zaki?"

Jill glanced back nervously.

All she saw was Phillips silently shaking his head and the corpse lying in a pool of blood in the room.

"Fake."

Jill cursed angrily and fired several more shots at the top of the stairs.

Now that she didn't have time to care about her mood, Ethan squatted on the ground and licked her bag unusually skillfully.

Pistols, submachine guns, shotguns, bullets, all collected, and while Jill wasn't looking, he added a few magazines to them.

(End of chapter)