The voice inside the megaphone disappeared, and Ethan gritted his teeth.

Not really, blow up the building.

"Bang."

As soon as the thought came to mind, a loud noise came from downstairs.

"Bang."

A cement slab, lifted up several stories high, hit the door not far away, and broke a large hole.

The tremor was felt very strongly, and people could feel it on the fifth floor.

Ethan quickly knocked Jill down, holding her tightly under him, and the next moment, countless cement blocks and dust splattered in all directions, crackling and hitting his body.

Crazy, this guy is a psychopath.

With a bang, something hit the head, but fortunately it was blocked by a bulletproof helmet.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later, when the terrifying movement stopped.

Monitor the room.

Looking at a deep pit that had been blown out of the floor on the first floor, the inquisitor nodded with satisfaction.

He picked up the cigarette case from the table, smoked a cigarette and pressed the microphone switch again: "Now that I've proven myself, please put on a wonderful performance for me." ”

"The detective who likes to use machetes, I warn you."

"If you dare to break the camera again, I'll leave immediately and detonate the explosives in the building."

He thought for a moment, then grinned and said, "By the way, if you can kill Agent Phillips, I can just end this game, and everyone but him will be able to live." ”

He squinted at the surveillance footage and played with the cigarette in his hand.

This time, I want Phillips to get a good sense of how he once felt, and that sense of moral condemnation.

"Boss."

The hot-bodied assistant stepped forward and lit the Zhibao lighter in his hand: "Won't it be too wasteful?" ”

"No, it won't."

The inquisitor slowly exhaled a smoke: "I've been here for almost two years, and it's time to change places." ”

"This big gift was originally intended for the Anti-Independence Bureau."

"Now let Phillips enjoy it, I'll be even happier." He looked back at the delicate-faced assistant: "Inform the others, build a zipline, pack your things and get ready to leave." ”

"An hour later, detonate the explosives on time."

Hearing the judge's words, the delicate blonde woman was puzzled: "If this happens, we will definitely leave, but if they really kill your enemy, don't you plan to fulfill your promise?" ”

The Inquisitor's eyes narrowed, and his rough fingers traveled along the smooth thighs, submerging into the hip-wrapping skirt.

"What's there to cash into."

He stared at the blonde woman and said with a sneer: "Anyway, we have to leave, more than two million, isn't it good to leave it for you to buy clothes?" ”

"Hmm."

Spring appeared on the blonde woman's face, and she nodded excitedly.

Turn over and pat the cement crumbs off your body.

Listening to the words sounding in the loudspeaker, everyone fell silent, and the other party didn't have any nonsense, and a direct wave of bombs could force out the vast majority of people hiding in the room.

Come out and fight, you won't necessarily die.

But if the building collapses, 99% of the people will die.

"He shouldn't be able to do such a thing, right?" Jill took Ethan's hand and sat up, gasping and said, "This is the act of a terrorist, is he so mad?" ”

"Yes."

Phillips said with a glazed look in his eyes, "The Inquisitor is absolutely capable of doing such a thing. ”

"Listen." Ethan leaned against the corner and yelled into the patio, "Our support will be coming soon, don't do anything stupid." ”

"I promise you the FBI, as long as you stay in the room, you will survive."

Upstairs and downstairs, there were still fifty or sixty people.

The requirements are not high, just persuade ten people to quit, at least you don't have to bear so much pressure.

At the same time, he also glanced at the camera anxiously, how come Jabber, a bastard, hasn't found out that something is wrong, he shouldn't have been making waves somewhere.

But I can't care so much about it now, so let's hold on for this hour first.

The judge's threat is really very effective.

Within the radar scanning range, there are nearly eighty percent of the light spots, all of which have begun to move, some people go out directly, and some are in the house, hesitating.

"Fack!"

Ethan cursed and quickly familiarized himself with the place where the gun was hung.

Now they are almost armed to the teeth, just on the back waist, there are two pistols inserted, and when there are many people and slow reactions, it may kill people.

A light came from the front.

A black, rumbling face appeared in front of him, and a gun barrel crept out of it.

"Bang."

Ethan started with a shot, and the double-barreled shotgun spewed flames.

The sound of this gunshot was like a trumpet.

Without good and evil, everyone serves the same purpose, which is to live.

Throughout the building, gunfire lit up in every corner like fireworks, and those without guns rushed out of the room with knives.

Under the temptation of money, and the threat of death, everyone fell into madness.

The bullets that came madly made Ethan fight and retreat, fighting to the death along the circular corridor on the fifth floor, and every time they passed through a door, they had to raise their spirits, and the people inside would shoot at any time when they heard footsteps.

Looking at the killing feast on the computer screen, the inquisitor excitedly pressed the assistant's head and sang the opera passionately.

"Bang bang."

Ethan emptied the magazine in his hand and threw the pistol forward.

The handle of the gun slammed into the head of a Mexican, and then he stepped forward, and the cold light flashed, slashing the necks of both men with a single blow, and then flew sideways, kicking an old black into the wall.

"Huh."

With a flick of the machete, like a meteor, it sank deep into his body.

"Whew~~~"

Ethan breathed heavily, glancing back and forth.

In the corner of this corridor, several corpses were already lying on them, and his body was almost red.

"Bang."

He flew up again and kicked the door open next to him.

The room was empty, Ethan waved his arms repeatedly, and Reece and Jill rushed into the room with Phillips on their hands.

Ethan quickly slipped inside, closed the door, and turned on the light.

After a few minutes of fighting, Phillips was shot in the thigh and nearly died.

Fortunately, Ethan's quick eyes saved him.

One of Reese's arms next to him hung limply, blood dripping onto the floor.

He was shot not only in the arm, but also in the chest.

Now he no longer dares to say anything to let Ethan hide behind, he was beaten to his breath just now, but fortunately he was dragged by Ethan for more than 20 meters, and he managed to escape.

"Water."

Jill quickly ran to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of Coke, and threw it to Ethan.

(End of chapter)