Ethan was no stranger to what the one-eyed dragon was carrying on his shoulders.

His head is now clear, and his adrenogenals are secreting like crazy.

Turn around and take a step.

The pattern under the boots firmly grips the concrete floor.

The strong calf muscles burst out with great force, carrying him backwards like an arrow from a string.

It's all like slow motion.

Jill's expression changed from calm to surprised, allowing him to see clearly.

Behind you, you can feel the heat of the RPG tail flame.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Ethan grabbed Jill and led her back.

The rockets flew at a speed of almost 300 meters per second, and the warheads slammed into the floor.

"Bang."

The fireworks and shock wave generated by the explosion instantly overturned Ethan who ran around the corner of the corridor.

The two men tumbled and fell backwards, concrete blocks splashing on their bodies.

"Fack!"

Ethan cursed in a low voice, then coughed violently, and the smoke and dust raised made his nasal cavity itch for a while.

It was still a minor problem, and he slammed his head in a bulletproof helmet against the wall behind him a few times, hoping to quickly reduce the dizziness caused by the blast wave of the explosion, and his arm also tingled.

The splinter stabbed into it like a knife.

"Are you alright?"

Ethan's feet kicked twice on the ground, and he stepped back hard, panting against the wall.

Before Jill could answer, there was another loud bang.

Countless debris crackled on his body again, and everywhere his eyes could see, there was smoke and dust, and he could only hold Jill tightly and shrink his body into a ball.

It wasn't until two seconds later that the movement of the explosion stopped.

The guy carrying the RPG, if you guess correctly, should be the Inquisitor.

Fortunately, he reacted faster than him.

As luck would have it, there was a corner of a corridor in the back, and the wall blocked out most of the power of the explosion.

Despite this, there was a whistling sound in Ethan's ears.

"Phew."

He spat out the dust from his mouth, gritted his teeth and pulled out the fragments that had been inserted into his left arm, and the blood immediately followed.

But it doesn't matter, it will stop soon.

Ethan has a strong confidence in his healing physique.

He pinched Jill's face and shook it a few times.

The other party was obviously blown up, giving Ethan a feeling that his eyes were not focused.

"Are you alright?"

Ethan asked anxiously and got straight to it.

Her arms were on Jill's body, and she flapped them quickly, not rubbing oil, just checking her physical condition.

"Smack."

Just as he was about to touch the tower, Jill grabbed his wrist and shouted weakly, "If you want, wait until we survive, and then check slowly." ”

"Through the body armor, I think it's going to be fine."

"Makes sense!"

Ethan nodded wryly and gave her a thumbs up.

Depending on the situation, she also came back to her senses.

It's just that both of them are a little deaf now, and their speech is similar to quarreling, otherwise they can't hear each other.

Ethan quickly poked his head out and looked down the hallway.

On the floor, two large holes were broken.

It is worthy of an RPG, worthy of a single cannon, this power should not be underestimated.

With such a bazooka guarding, they didn't dare to rush up from this side, and next time if the inquisitor reacted in time, they would not be so lucky.

But if you go up from the other side, you can't keep another big guy waiting for you.

For a while, it was unexpectedly out of control.

"Click."

A faint voice sounded, and a light flashed next to it.

Jill picked up a cigarette on her red lips and slowly exhaled gray-white smoke.

She leaned against the wall, her chest heaving slightly.

Taking another deep puff of cigarette, her ears were finally much more comfortable, and she gasped and looked at Ethan: "Let's separate!" ”

"Huh?"

Ethan had an itchy throat and simply got one for himself.

"On the other side, there's another passage going up." Jill lowered his wrist and nodded his finger to flick off the cigarette ash: "Let's separate and rush up together, they won't have too many weapons of this power." ”

"Attacking from both sides has a better chance."

Ethan thought about it and felt that it made sense, at least it could force the other party to be in a hurry, and it would be easier to find opportunities.

"That's fine."

He pressed Jill's shoulder and asked in a deep voice, "Do you have a problem alone?" ”

"There is nothing wrong with it."

Jill freed up a hand and removed the cigarette from Ethan's mouth.

Her eyes were shining, she licked her lips and kissed him hard.

Ethan took his AK and walked briskly down the circular corridor.

He has a cigarette in his mouth and a smile in the corner of his eye.

No way, people are handsome.

He was thin-skinned and embarrassed to refuse this request, so he reluctantly let Jill kiss him for a while.

Just as he was savoring the touch just now, the figure in front of him flickered.

"Bang."

A bullet hit, leaving a small hole in the door of the head, but a mist of blood erupted from the back of the head, staining the gray-white wall red.

The black girl with thick legs and fat buttocks fell down in an instant.

With this kind of combat power, there is no need to come out and send him to death, Ethan spewed smoke, shook his head indifferently, and continued to trot forward.

Staying where you are, the danger is not so high.

After all, no one knows what will happen to pass through the circular corridor, Ethan took the initiative to provoke the task of going to the other side, and Jill did not have radar monitoring, so it was too dangerous for her to run over.

After leaving three lives, he finally came to the other side.

The gunfire downstairs was fierce, and the people below were not idle when they attacked.

I don't know how long the Rusek people can hold out, they should have no problem, the female agent who was left alone is not easy to say, she was already frightened, if she didn't control the ammunition again, she would be a dead end.

It's not like Phillips and Reese, at least there are two people who can cheer each other on.

Ethan shook his head and pressed the jumbled thoughts.

Now the most important thing is to take down the judges, the whole team is dead and wounded, these are all hatreds, these hatreds must be settled, or the kind that can't wait.

Hold up the AK and point diagonally upward.

He crouched down and slowly moved outside.

If you stand and walk out, you are likely to be hit on the foot by someone on the seventh floor due to the angle.

Before he could step out of the corridor, his footsteps stopped abruptly.

I saw that above the seventh floor, there were four points of light in the form of a queue, and I walked down the stairs next to it.

Yo he~ This is going to take the initiative.

Ethan smiled at first, and then hurriedly looked in Jill's direction, but it was useless to worry now, now it was only the more he caused trouble to the Inquisitor, the more he could relieve her of pressure.

Toggle the fast and slow machine with your finger to turn the AK to auto mode.

Breathe lightly twice, press hard with both feet, catapult forward at great speed, stabbing and sliding to the side of the railing, and slamming your back into the cement slab.

Above the stairs, four black suits.

All of them were holding small submachine guns with murderous looks.

It's just that when they saw the AK47 that suddenly appeared in front of them, everyone swallowed their saliva with difficulty.

Ethan grinned and pressed the trigger directly.

"Bang bang."

"Ahhh

The muzzle of the gun tried to raise upwards, but Ethan was desperately controlled.

"Whoosh."

More than 20 bullets sprang out from the flaming muzzle of the gun, tearing apart all the obstacles on the way until they sank into the concrete staircase, and then stopped.

The four of them were dancing, shaking their hands and feet wildly.

After three seconds, the AK47 finally stopped shaking, and the four men on the stairs tumbled and fell.

When it comes to gunfights, it's so cruel.

A surprise situation can easily wipe out a team.

Ethan released the trigger, and a mist fell.

Stretching out his hand, the palm of his hand was bright red, and the smell of blood could no longer make him feel anything.

He exhaled softly, and then unloaded the AK's empty magazine.

The last spare magazine, slammed into it hard.

The TEC-9 submachine guns on the men in the suits were brand new, and they fell into Ethan's hands before they could even fire a shot, and three of them were thrown into the space, along with the spare magazines on their bodies.

There is still an exit and an entry, and tonight, his private arsenal has almost been exhausted.

If you don't find a chance to add some in, the next time you encounter this kind of thing, you will be blind.

The remaining submachine gun was firmly grasped in his hand, the gun was small and exquisite, and it was larger than a pistol in his hand, giving Ethan the feeling of a small toy.

It's just that the extra-long magazine with a capacity of fifty rounds on it is a warning to anyone who underestimates it.

Inserting the TEC-9 submachine gun into the bulletproof vest, Ethan did not continue to delay the time, and the fierce gunfire had already sounded on Jill's side, and he kicked hard and quickly rushed out from behind the fence.

After a few ups and downs, he jumped over the corpse that had fallen to the ground and climbed the stairs like a ghost.

"Bang bang."

The bullets fired from the corridor on the seventh floor chased after him, but the reaction was a beat slower than him, and he never could keep up.

Ethan flipped his palm, and a grenade appeared in his hand.

Nora's gadgets, half of which had been looted by himself, were now on his own, and it was time for them to come in handy, when two grenades flew up the stairs one step ahead of him.

The small swollen thing flew towards the densest spot of light.

"Bang bang."

With two loud bangs, a terrible cry rang out.

The inquisitor standing on it didn't expect the other party to have such a thing, and the hand holding the bazooka shook, and the last rocket flew out with a whoosh.

As soon as Ethan rushed up, he saw an oncoming rocket.

He flew to the ground in fright, just enough to dodge.

"Bang."

There was another explosion, and the rocket slammed directly into the wall of the stairwell, breaking it through a large hole, and the masonry flew and fell out of the building.

Heavy bricks fell from the seventh floor, slamming into the hood with a thud.

The occupants of the police car slammed on the brakes, and then the windshield was smashed.

The police officer above was so frightened that he hurriedly leaned down, and at the same time shouted loudly into the distance: "Request the SWAT team for rapid support, there will be another explosion in the building, the speed should be fast!" ”

Without being reminded by the patrolman, the officer in a patrol car far away quickly pressed the walkie-talkie.

Outside the building, red and blue police lights flickered.

Three police cars were parked near the front door, and the patrol officers watched nervously at the apartment building with pistols in hand.

After receiving the report, the patrol officers did not want to deal with it.

It would be a rare thing if there was no shootout one night in this area.

However, the person who reported the case said that several federal agents were trapped inside, and although he did not know whether it was true or not, he sent a patrol car to check on the situation, and when the patrol car came, it was immediately confirmed that there was a fierce fighting inside.

The burst of gunfire frightened them and hurriedly called a nearby patrol car to come and support.

Although they wanted to see what was going on inside, not only was communication limited, but the passage of the front and rear doors was blocked by a large iron plate, and they couldn't do anything.

This situation is completely beyond the scope of the patrolman's solution.

Upstairs.

Ethan rolled to the side, hiding behind a concrete pillar.

The bullets came quickly, hitting the place where he was lying just now, puffs of smoke and dust flew up, and when he heard the gunshots on the opposite side, Ethan's back was also scared into a layer of cold sweat.

The two grenades just now only blew up some people.

The rest of the people quickly reacted.

He leaned on the cement pillars and quickly stood up, the layout on the seventh floor was very different from the downstairs, and the partition walls near the entrance of the building were all knocked down, leaving only load-bearing columns.

Only in the middle is a large enclosed room.

There was a grenade just now, although it was said to be aimed at the point of light, but it bounced back through a wall and exploded in the clearing.

Otherwise, the guy above wouldn't have reacted so quickly.

"Bang bang."

In an awkward position, Ethan stretched out the two guns from behind the concrete pillar with both hands, and pulled the trigger one by one at the point of light.

It's all about feeling, but you can't get the right direction.

The two sides went back and forth, and after firing a dozen shots, Ethan knocked out a point of light, but it was also too bad to be covered by cement debris.

In this case, if you are not careful, you are likely to be interrupted.

Thinking of this, Ethan quickly withdrew his hand.

Seeing this, the gun-wielding guards on the seventh floor suddenly became excited, their gunfire became more intense, and they alternated forwards, wanting to kill this guy who rushed up in one fell swoop.

But the inquisitor standing in the back was beating a drum in his heart.

Just now down there, there was a flashbang explosion, and just now two more grenades flew up.

Don't think about it, it must be this guy in front of you.

And it cannot be ruled out that there will be no more similar things on the other side.

Thinking of this, he quickly turned around.

At the same time, he called two subordinates and strode into the room, and he was able to survive until now, and the judge relied on this sense of crisis, and as soon as the situation was wrong, he would choose to flee as soon as possible.

"Bang dang!"

Two cylindrical objects, flung out from behind the pillars, whirled around on the ground.

(End of chapter)