Jill was confused, but in the monitoring room on the seventh floor, he was furious.

"Bang."

There was still more than half a bottle of red wine, which was slammed to the ground by the inquisitor, and the red wine splashed everywhere.

The female assistant below was also pushed away by him.

"Look, what the hell is going on?"

"Got it."

The female assistant hurriedly got up and threw herself next to the computer.

However, no matter how she typed the keyboard and waved the mouse, the screen was as if it were frozen in motion, motionless.

Even the surveillance footage keeps repeating the two or three seconds of video.

"Shet."

The female assistant slapped the keyboard hard: "Our computer has been controlled." ”

"Can you detonate a bomb?"

The Inquisitor hurriedly asked, this is the only one he cares about now.

"I can't." The female assistant shook her blonde hair, gritted her teeth, and said: "The bomb needs to be activated through the system, and the other party is a master, I don't even understand how he did it." ”

"Waste."

The Inquisitor roared and spun in a furious circle.

"Let's go."

It didn't take him two seconds for him to make up his mind.

The tenants of the apartment building will not believe it, and they will continue to attack.

And I have to hurry up and leave, now that I know that Phillips is in New York, I can play as much as I want in the future.

He straightened his suit and strode outside.

Although the female assistant was aggrieved, she hurriedly followed.

Walking out of the monitoring room, there is a big pass room outside, in fact, you can't blame Jabber, there is no camera installed in this place at all, and the people who are usually responsible for packing goods are monitored by guards with guns.

Inside the room was a stainless steel table with incandescent light and a variety of measuring tools.

Compared to the messy environment below, this is similar to the laboratory.

A dozen men and women were busy collecting, packing, and packing the flour on the table, all while looking at the inquisitor who had come out of the surveillance room with horrified faces.

"Rest assured, it won't explode, it's scaring them."

The inquisitor muttered casually and continued to walk to the side.

Pushing open the door, there was a luxuriously decorated suite, and several people were also busy in the small room next to the suite.

"Sir."

A bald man saw the inquisitor coming, and quickly bowed and nodded.

The female assistant looked at the contents of the house, her eyes sparkled, and this scene could never be seen enough.

Green banknotes, lined up in the center of the room.

To put it bluntly, this mountain of banknotes is even higher than herself, and she doesn't know the specific amount, but nearly 100 million should not have run.

Under the watchful eye of the inquisitor, the mountain of banknotes was rapidly lowered.

Six Colombian men are quickly packing money into suitcases.

This money is not a lot for him, and the Colombian side is full of rooms, and it is still coming in.

"Hurry up and load."

The inquisitor said with a calm face: "After the installation is finished, go directly to the roof." ”

"Yes, sir."

The bald man nodded, and he pointed out again: "Do you need to arrange a few people to clean up the people below?" ”

Gunshots rang out from outside.

This sound makes people upset when they listen to it.

"Yes, we'll take a look." The Inquisitor narrowed his eyes and walked to the corner of the room, where he looked left and right, picking up an RPG-7.

The bald man hurriedly stepped forward and lifted a wooden box that was placed on the shelf.

The box was heavy, and it contained three rockets.

Leaving a few personal guards to pack their things, the inquisitor walked outside, and the female assistant walked quickly, opening a door next to her, and the eight people inside stood up in unison, and on the table, a TEC-9 submachine gun was neatly placed.

The gun is compact, short and concise.

The fast rate of fire and stable performance make it a favorite of many people on the road.

Seeing that the female assistant nodded, they immediately grabbed their submachine guns and walked out with the judge.

On the sixth floor, gunfire was fierce.

Despite Ethan's repeated shouts that the dynamite crisis was lifted, no one believed it.

Forced to be helpless, he had no choice but to fight his way out.

Now there are only two people, taking advantage of the messy environment, the gun in his hand has been replaced by an AK47, and even with Jill in his hand, it has also been replaced with an AR15.

The spare magazine is also stuck in the waist and is hard.

Now, in normal times, Jill would definitely wonder why the people in this apartment building have so much firepower.

There is also a corner that leads to the stairwell on the seventh floor.

Ethan stopped abruptly, stared coldly behind the wall, and raised his arm.

Without speaking, Jill stopped in an instant.

Tonight, she had seen Ethan's very magical sixth sense, and he often had an unusually sharp instinct for where enemies would emerge.

So she didn't hesitate and lifted the AR15 up.

Ethan took a slight step back, and inside the radar, three points of light were slowly approaching.

The three men were very professional, and the pace of their actions was also very methodical, and Ethan listened carefully to hear the subtle footsteps.

This alone is a notch higher than the previous ones.

Slow down the breathing and raise the muzzle.

The next moment, three fierce men quietly turned the corner.

This is Salvadoran, two Salvars with tattoos on their faces, following behind Hector, in front of Ethan and Jill.

Seeing the jet-black muzzle pointed at him, the pupils of the three people contracted violently, and their hearts almost went into arrest.

"Bang bang."

Gunfire flashed and bullets erupted.

The two people beside Hector exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and their bodies trembled wildly.

"Bang, bang."

After two muffled thuds of falling to the ground, Ethan turned his gun and pointed it at Hector:

"Do you dare to move?"

"Hmm!!"

Hector snorted and shook his head quickly, the gun in his hand was stunned and did not dare to raise it.

The two guys wearing bulletproof helmets and bulletproof vests in front of them were covered in the smell of blood, and the murderous aura was steaming, and the bullets in the muzzle of the guns would shoot out at any time, in this case, he would not dare to move if he was given a hundred dares.

"Click."

Hector was very intrigued, and the gun in his hand quietly fell.

"Do you still know me?"

Ethan turned his head to the side and smiled indifferently at him.

I don't know, whether this is a no-brainer, and I was worried about whether he would hide in a corner, but I didn't expect Hector to send it to the door by himself.

Hector's face changed drastically, and it was obvious that he remembered something.

Ethan grinned, alternating his hands and whizzing the butt of his rifle into his abdomen.

"Bang."

"Oh~~~"

Hector was hit hard and fell to his knees, his body bowing like a boiled prawn, and the green tendons on his neck were pulled up.

"Surprise, Mommy Fake."

Ethan stomped on his head and waved at Jill.

The latter hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Hector.

After finding an empty house, the two locked him to the bedpost, and Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, this time, he was finally able to complete the task.

With a movement of his wrist, Ethan smiled at Hector:

"I'm sorry, but please get some sleep first."

"Don't."

Hector let out a low cry of horror, but was punched in the chin and fell asleep.

"Let's go."

Ethan clapped his palms in satisfaction, shook the AK behind him in his hand, and the two walked out of the room together, and he also closed the door for Hector intimately.

Step out of the circular corridor and cautiously come to the vicinity of the patio.

A strong sense of crisis came over him, and Ethan looked up sharply.

Behind the railing, there stood a one-eyed dragon.

He grinned and carried an RPG, pointing in his direction.

(End of chapter)