There are not as many people as you, as long as the guys have more things than you.

After throwing out two flashbangs, Ethan immediately closed his eyes and covered his eyes with his palms.

As for the ears, they are no longer taken care of.

The bright light could be felt on the lid of the eyes, and the ears buzzed even more, and the whole world was only a shrill whistling.

Put your hands down and pick up your AK.

He walked out of the concrete pillar with fluttering steps, and as far as he could see, seven or eight people were in a mess.

Some opened their mouths and howled silently.

There are also unlucky guys, flashbangs just exploded around them, and they are lying on the ground rolling back and forth.

A man in the distance had just broken his calf from a grenade.

While screaming, he crawled desperately into the distance.

Most of the people here are dressed in civilian clothes, and only one or two people are wearing black suits, and I don't know if it's a difference of identity between them.

But at this time, all beings are equal.

The AK in Ethan's hand was pulled with a gun, and the bullet slammed into these people's bodies.

He was like a grim reaper, wielding a scythe frantically.

Looking at the splashed blood mist, listening to the faint sound of gunfire in his ears, and being shocked a few times in succession, his steps were light at this moment, and an extraordinarily strong psychedelic feeling emerged in his heart.

In the distance, opposite the staircase.

The three black suits fought and retreated, and from his vantage point he could see that Jill was struggling to attack, leaning on the handrail of the staircase and firing wildly at it.

Ethan quickly moved the muzzle of his gun and poured all the remaining bullets from the magazine.

Two men in black were swept away by him, tumbling and falling down the stairs.

The AK finally stopped vibrating and ran out of bullets.

Suddenly, the arm was bitten by a mosquito, followed by a hot pain.

This pain pulled him out of his psychedelic feelings.

Shot, Ethan was shocked.

He rolled over and threw AK away, moving swiftly like a nimble ape.

In the room, the inquisitor was holding a pistol and was shooting wildly at Ethan through the window, he had just turned his back to the outside, and he was not hurt too much, and he was the first to react.

However, tears also flowed from his one-eye, which affected the accuracy of the shot.

A few shots were fired, and seeing that the surprise attack did not work, he immediately made a decision and ran inside as fast as he could.

The agent outside had already rushed up, and like a super soldier, he killed his own men in a short time.

If you don't run at this time, you have to wait until when.

"Bang bang."

With a wave of his arm, Ethan pulled out a TEC-9 submachine gun from his bulletproof vest and slammed it into the window.

The broken glass exploded and scattered like crystals.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, his left arm being hung with a large gash and dripping with blood.

"Grass."

Ethan scolded angrily and bounced off the ground and slammed into the door like an arrow from a string.

"Boom."

The door was knocked away and collapsed.

"Bulging."

The TEC-9 submachine gun erupted tongues of fire, quickly dismantling the two black suits that were crawling on the ground like headless flies.

Ethan immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and pointed it into the corner.

More than a dozen men and women had already raised their hands high and looked at him with horror, for fear that this person would be addicted to killing, so they would give them a shuttle by the way.

These people, the men only wear shorts.

The women are wearing all kinds of bikinis, and their bodies are all indescribable.

"Inquisitor, where did he go?"

Ethan walked forward quickly, picked up another TEC-9 submachine gun, and pointed it at the group and asked.

There are several passages in it, and I don't know where to go at all, only on the radar, I see a few light spots on the roof.

These people must have run upstairs.

Under his shouting, more than a dozen people opened their mouths in unison, opening and closing without stopping.

"Shut up."

Ethan yelled, "I can't hear it, with my fingers." ”

In the excitement, the muzzle of the gun shook.

Frightened, the dozen or so people pointed to the innermost passage in unison, and their eyes were very sincere.

"Bulging."

Ethan lowered the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger.

Seven or eight bullets slammed into front of the gang, making them tremble instantly.

"Be honest."

Ethan shouted: "If anyone dares to move, die!! ”

There were guns all over the ground outside, and if these guys went out and messed around, they would cause great trouble for Jill in the back.

But if you kill them all, you can't do it yourself.

None of those who seek death can be spared, and when they meet honest and cooperative people, they can't kill innocents indiscriminately, although most of these people are scum.

It can only be a warning by the most direct means.

This kind of warning is very effective.

I saw that several people couldn't control their bladders and were dripping urine.

Ethan didn't know how terrifying his current image was in the eyes of these people.

The clothes and faces were covered with a mixture of blood and dust.

Frightened by him, coupled with his cold gaze, some timid people seemed to be about to faint.

Breathing heavily, he didn't have time to wait for Jill, he spread his legs and chased into the aisle, leaving the rest of the people running upstairs, definitely not thinking about jumping off the building, there was definitely a way to escape.

After working for a long time, let these people run away, and all this effort will be in vain.

Turning a corner, some flour was sprinkled on the ground to guide him in his direction, and only half an hour had passed since the Inquisitor had made his decision.

In such a hurry, it is inevitable that they will make mistakes.

Sure enough, around the next corner, a black travel bag fell from the ground.

The handle was disconnected, and the zipper didn't have time to close.

The flour stuffed inside may have been too hasty, and some of the goods were not neatly packed and spread out inside.

Just such a bag is a huge amount of wealth.

However, Ethan was not interested in any of these things, and jumped over and continued to rush forward.

Soon, we came to a staircase.

The fresh air, pouring in from above, lifted Ethan's spirits, and the tinnitus recovered a lot.

The fresh air flow is rapidly decreasing.

The people who fled upstairs tried to close the rooftop door, quickly covering it up.

"Bulging."

Ethan didn't say a word, and pulled the trigger on the rooftop door.

The bullets slammed into the wooden door, breaking holes one by one, and the person in charge of closing the door did not expect to chase after him so quickly, and was caught off guard, and bright flowers exploded on his body.

"Don't stare at it, that person might still have flashbangs, get out of here."

When Ethan fired, he vaguely heard an angry roar from above, and then, eight or nine points of light quickly ran in another direction.

Flashbangs, he really didn't have them anymore.

I couldn't take all the stocks that Nora had made in one go, and I was going to take some of them and put them in the space for later use, but I didn't expect to use them so quickly.

Looking left and right, in the corner, there was a tattered computer desk.

With two guns stuck in his body, he rushed upstairs with the computer desk, and the table was like a battering ram, breaking open the rooftop door, flying out with a bang, and crashing the wooden door to the ground.

"Da-da-da-da."

In the distance, a dense barrage of bullets hit the computer desk, which was already on the verge of falling apart.

When they found out that it was the table, they hurriedly turned the muzzle of the gun.

But by this time, it was too late.

A black shadow burst out of the rooftop door, and the twin guns raised in his hands spat out tongues of fire.

Ethan just strode forward, pulling the trigger without stopping.

Three black suits, knocked over by a bang.

Most of them have a suitcase or travel bag in their hands.

When the bullet hit the bag, it raised white powder, which was instantly blown away by the wind, and when it hit the suitcase, it splashed green scraps of paper, and the night wind rolled up and flew into the sky with the scraps of paper.

Ethan's eyes lit up, and the gunfire intensified.

These solo dealers, all damn it!

On the roofs of the entire apartment building, there are dense and tall air conditioning units.

On one side were six people, desperately moving between the air-conditioned outdoor units, and on the other side there was only one person, but they were in hot pursuit.

The two gangs of people came and went, and the guns in their hands thumped.

From time to time, bullets hit the air conditioner, splashing sparks.

"Inquisitor."

Ethan fired several shots in front of him, flew behind the air conditioner and shouted, "You can't escape, surrender." ”

"Fakyu."

Now that his hearing was basically restored, a roar of grief and indignation came from the front.

The Inquisitor was furious, and he didn't even realize what was going on, why he had suddenly changed from a high-ranking controller to a fugitive in disarray.

But this kind of thing, he has not experienced it.

Although he was already in an extremely difficult situation, his steps were not too flustered.

"Bang."

Ethan suddenly dodged out and fired another shot in front of him.

The black suit dragging the suitcase was shot in the head and fell to the ground heavily, and the others saw this, quickly pulled the firearm, and the bullet hit violently.

At this time, Ethan had already fled to the other side.

He doesn't have to carry large bags of things like these people, and his movements are extremely agile.

Although there was only one person, he firmly suppressed the few people opposite, and after two or three strokes, he rushed to the side of a black suit who fell to the ground, and with a slight press of his palm, a suitcase on the ground disappeared in an instant.

Get rich, get rich!

At this time, Ethan's snort was burning as if he was about to breathe flames.

Such a twenty-eight-inch suitcase, there are still a few in the hands of these people, he is like a giant dragon, with a greedy gaze in his eyes,

The Inquisitor soon realized that these things in his hands were hindering his ability to escape.

Compared to one's own life, these things are not worth mentioning.

As long as you go back to Colombia, these are small amounts of money, and you can earn them again after losing them.

"Throw the box away, throw the stuff away." He fired a few shots from behind, then rushed forward without looking back, shouting at the three men guarding in front, "Fake, get out of the way." ”

Hearing his words, several of his men quickly threw away the heavy objects.

The speed of the group of people suddenly became much faster.

They were like wild beasts breaking free, and the intensity of their counterattack became fierce.

Ethan was forced to quickly turn around and duck to the side.

He was running so happily, but he forgot where he was, and he stepped on the air and fell on his side against his daughter's wall.

Ethan looked at the small police car underneath and swallowed.

If this falls, no self-healing ability will work, and after settling down, he gasped again and looked to the side ahead, his pupils constricted.

Good fellow, a zipline is trembling slightly.

Two suitcases were hanging on top and were sliding quickly to the opposite side, and dozens of meters away was a five-story unfinished building.

It was dark on the other side, and I could barely see the figure shaking.

The next moment, another figure flashed on the zipline, and the people on it swayed with the rope, and their cold eyes collided with Ethan.

The Inquisitor raised his pistol and pointed it at Ethan, who was standing next to the parapet.

Depend on.

Ethan also scolded angrily and quickly picked up his gun.

"Bang bang."

The guns of the two men were spewing anger at each other, but the distance was too far, and the inquisitors were shaking and moving rapidly, and the accuracy of their shots was very worrying.

Ethan's air conditioner slammed, and he calmly aimed at the Inquisitor's abdomen and slammed the trigger.

"Ah!!h

A terrible scream resounded in the night sky of the city.

The Inquisitor's gun fell from the sky, and he covered his crotch with both hands, drops of blood fluttering in the wind.

"I'm going to kill you."

A scream of grief and indignation echoed between the buildings: "I will definitely kill you"

"Bulging."

Ethan didn't say anything, and responded directly to him with gunshots.

It's a pity that all this has been done in vain.

The inquisitor's frenzied figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"Ahh

Suddenly, another scream sounded in front of him, and the sound quickly landed from a high place, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Fake, don't panic."

A frightened cry sounded from the front: "Let me come first, you go and keep watch." ”

"Fakyu, why don't you guard it?" Another furious roar rang out.

Faced with a life-and-death crisis, infighting broke out in front.

With red eyes, Ethan strode out from behind the air conditioner, both guns firing at the same time, bullets flying forward.

The rest of the people also began to fight back.

It's just that at this time, their hearts were all in chaos, and they fought in a disorderly manner, and they were quickly broken by Ethan.

At a distance of about twenty meters, within a few seconds, he burst in.

"I surrender!"

A moxican head dropped his submachine gun and raised his hands in the air.

"Bang."

A bullet slammed into his head, carrying the man backwards, over the parapet, and down the stairs.

There was no surrender at this time, and surrender was not allowed.

A few seconds later, Ethan's hands loosened, and the two submachine guns, which had been emptied of magazines, fell to the ground, among the corpses on the ground.

"Buzz!"

A terrible hum sounded, and the cable hanging high in the air broke off from the opposite side and fell limplessly.

Ethan stepped forward quickly and looked across the road.

He suddenly thought of something, and quickly crouched down again.

"Puff puff."

The parapet wall outside exploded into patches of cement, and countless bullets spanned a distance of tens of meters, striking with hatred.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the movement disappeared.

Ethan didn't dare to stand up, although he couldn't see the other side clearly, and the other side couldn't see this side clearly, but there was no need to gamble on the risk of stray bullets.

Gritted his teeth and looked to the side.

A machine like a transmitter, set up in the corner of the wall.

That's what successfully sent the Inquisitor away.

(End of chapter)