It was getting dark quickly, and after eating the dinner that Sandro had packed back, everyone rested for a while and went out one after another.

At Catherine's suggestion, Ethan and her dress uniformly.

They are all dressed in a more casual way, with sneakers, big pants, tank tops, and a floral shirt.

The main purpose is to look like a backpacker from abroad.

Plain and unremarkable.

Moreover, the other party also helped Ethan to disguise himself, and he had a goatee on his mouth, which he didn't recognize at all if he didn't know anyone.

Catherine herself, she doesn't know what means were used.

The complexion on the whole face has become wheat-colored, and after a simple application between the eyebrows, the appearance has become much more ordinary.

Just these few small means let him see the extraordinary things about the CIA.

This kind of institution, it is better not to be an enemy of it.

Everything was ready, Glock stuck behind his waist, MP5 was thrown into a small backpack, and the two of them walked downstairs together.

This time, they're going to do it to two people.

One is called a short man, who likes to go in and out of bathing places, and according to intelligence, he will go out with three of his men almost every night after eight o'clock.

The other one, called Carlos.

He is a regular at the bar and usually hangs out in Lilas Park at night.

The places of these two people are not far apart, so under Matt's arrangement, they will be handed over to Ethan and Catherine to solve.

They were the last to get out of the safe house, and both vehicles were standing still behind the house.

I thought it was driving one of the cars.

But led by Catherine, the two walked down the ramp together, and in a small parking lot, they found a new motorcycle.

"Are you serious?"

Looking at the black motorcycle, Ethan couldn't help but laugh.

It feels too low-end.

"Huh."

Catherine did not answer his question, but threw the key to Ethan: "You come and drive, in this city, it's better not to have a male in the back seat of a motorcycle, that will be trouble." ”

Once Pablo, he formed a large number of motorcycle killers.

One man drove and one shot and caused a lot of bloody killings on the streets of Medellín.

To this day, there are many cities in Colombia that prohibit men from riding in the back seat of motorcycles, and it is also for this reason.

Medellín is full of small, densely packed streets.

After firing the gun, plunging headlong into the alley, there is no way to track it, this is an effective method that has been practiced with many lives, and the CIA will certainly not miss it.

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and stepped into his motorcycle.

"Boom."

The engine shook, a beam of light pierced the dimly lit alley, and the vehicle plunged headlong into the night of Medellín.

The road is unclear and the condition of the car is unfamiliar.

Descend the hill with one hand on the brake and the other on the accelerator.

In the bumping and bumping, the voice of the female agent gritting her teeth sounded: "Will you drive it after all?" ”

A few touches, but it's nothing.

People who are on the line of life and death have nothing to do with this kind of thing, and Ethan is a handsome person, and Catherine will not mind.

The main thing is to shake and shake, which makes her uncomfortable.

"Yes."

Ethan smiled and slammed the throttle, and the motorcycle burst out like an arrow from a string.

"You're in good shape."

Catherine's body swayed, and she quickly wrapped her arms around Ethan's waist, and when her fingers touched her bulging abs, she couldn't help but rub it twice.

Good guy, I wanted to get some oil.

Unexpectedly, it was the other way around, and Ethan smiled dumbly.

Medellín at night is much more lively than when it comes during the day, and the streets it passes through are full of Bodhisattvas who help the suffering and save the living, all of them have strong thighs and broad fat buttocks.

He finally saw that the aesthetics here are like this.

After a few circles down a street, the motorcycle stopped at the corner.

Ethan touched his goatee, lit a cigarette, and behaved like everyone around him.

Tonight's Medellín is destined to be unpeaceful.

Others, presumably, have also arrived at the hands-on site, ready to add a bit of excitement to this charming evening.

The female agent in the back, with her elbows resting on his shoulders.

Her bright eyes looked around, looking like she was admiring the night view, but in fact, her attention was on a small building not far away.

Red neon lights, worldwide.

People who come to play always smile when they meet.

No class, no size

The people who come out of it always look like sages who look down on life.

"Attention."

Catherine tapped Ethan on the shoulder, "The target appears." ”

In the distance, a BMW approached.

Through the windshield, you can see the person sitting in the back seat, with thick black hair and big eyes, who is undoubtedly short.

The people in the car also exuded a spirit of fierceness.

came out to play, and also brought a few subordinates, the dwarf couldn't be more careful, but unfortunately, being targeted by the CIA and the FBI, it was destined to be all in vain.

"You're coming?"

Ethan flicked the cigarette butt into the sewer: "Or am I coming?" ”

"I'll come."

Catherine's crisp voice sounded, she pulled the backpack Ethan was carrying, and pressed her palm on the handle of the gun: "You can drive, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

To be able to enter this kind of department, I have an extremely strong self-confidence.

"Okay."

Seeing the BMW stop, Ethan nodded.

From sheriff to agent killer, this identity change is interesting.

His eyes flashed with a sharp man, he took a deep breath and twisted the accelerator hard, and the motorcycle roared.

The wheels turned quickly and rushed forward.

Just as the vehicle started, Catherine grabbed the handle of the MP5 and twitched outward.

Holding the motorcycle tightly with his legs, he picked up the MP5 submachine gun with both hands, and pointed the black barrel towards the dwarf and the others.

Despite the fact that she was carrying a Colt M1911.

But at this time, naturally, the submachine gun was more useful, and she took it out unceremoniously.

The dwarf led three of his men up the steps.

He scratched his crotch, his nose slightly open in excitement, and his breath became hot, the big grinding disc last night had to be done again.

"Boom!"

The sound of a motorcycle rushing sounded.

This voice made him feel that something was wrong, and he quickly turned his head and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

One man, one woman, two people.

They looked at themselves with cold eyes, and rushed over as fast as the motorcycles were driven.

In the woman's hand, she held a submachine gun.

"Assault."

The short man's tail vertebrae ached, and he cried out in horror and quickly touched the back of his waist.

"Bulging."

The muzzle of the submachine gun flashed a barrage of gunfire.

On the dwarf's body, a bloody mist exploded, and Catherine moved the muzzle of her gun and continued to strafe, the bullet spewing out rapidly, bringing all four people on the steps into her attack range.

Violent gunfire rang out suddenly.

Passers-by nearby were stunned for a moment and immediately ran in all directions.

Catherine pressed the butt of her gun tightly against her shoulder, holding the MP5's weak recoil firmly under control, and the fireworks couldn't make her eyelashes blink for half a minute.

Her fingers snapped rapidly.

In just a few seconds, all the bullets in the magazine were emptied.

Several people on the steps rolled down one after another.

The red liquid, which spreads quickly on it, appears very harsh.

Ethan squinted and jerked the throttle.

There was no need to replenish the gun, Catherine's marksmanship was very good, and none of these people could escape under her gun.

The motorcycle roared, and a puff of green smoke came out.

Before passers-by could react, they quickly fled the scene.

In less than ten seconds, the dust settled.

Feeling Catherine stuff the MP5 submachine gun into her backpack, Ethan sped up a few more minutes, and the night wind hunted, blowing all over his body.

It's really exciting to do this kind of work.

"Your marksmanship is good."

He looked in the rearview mirror, released the throttle and gave a thumbs up.

"Thank you."

Catherine was unfazed, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Professionally trained, she unexpectedly attacked these lone criminals, and this result was not surprising.

Hit and run!

With the speed of the Medellín police's reaction, they couldn't smell the smoke from the motorcycle's tail.

The two of them continued to stop, and under Catherine's guidance, the motorcycle quickly came to the vicinity of Lilas Park, the vehicle was stopped, locked, and they walked forward as if nothing had happened.

On the side of the road, there are restaurants and bars of all sizes.

Above the road, rows of small light bulbs are hung.

Coupled with the lighting arrangement of bars and restaurants, the long street is emitting neon lights.

It looks bright and green, and it also looks colorful.

Tourists from all over the world, as well as locals, like to come here to relax.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a crowd.

"Knock rub."

Buskers in hats rhythmically beat their instruments and pay for the money to the guests chanting joyfully.

And those tourists, along with the music, writhed directly on the street.

"How about we find a place to have a drink later?"

Feeling this atmosphere and environment, Ethan was in a much more relaxed mood, he put his hands in his pockets, and said casually: "Try the wine here, it should taste good." ”

"You think the girl is good, don't you?"

Catherine saw through his careful thoughts at a glance and unceremoniously debunked them.

Colombian girls are already dressed very coolly, and when they come to this kind of place to relax and enjoy the nightlife, it can no longer be described as generous, it is simply generous and very shared.

Above the short skirt, a girl with only a bandeau can be seen everywhere.

The girl walking in front of Ethan twisted her hips vigorously, and the green clothes on her body were like belly pockets.

The entire back is tied with only two or three straps.

Ethan suspected that he could reach out and pull lightly to remove all the cover from her.

"That's right."

He retracted his gaze and said with a smile: "It is indeed good, this cannot be denied." ”

"I'll talk about it when I have a chance."

Catherine spread her hands and shrugged.

All the way to a lively bar.

Dozens of tables outside were full of people, and interestingly, on the tables, there were only glasses of wine on these people's tables, and they didn't eat at all.

Just drinking, talking.

The two of them, like ordinary tourists, stopped.

They looked at the bar, which was decorated in black with red neon lights flashing inside, looking like a magic cave.

In the middle of the seats on both sides, there was a long queue.

The bar is very popular, and the people in line are all dressed brightly.

"Can we go in?"

Ethan tightened the small backpack on his shoulders and furrowed his eyebrows.

At the entrance of the bar, there are several black t-shirts.

Collect money and search your body.

The things on himself and Catherine can't stand up to search.

If she wasn't there, she could borrow space to easily bring the gun in, which wasn't very convenient now.

"Minor problem."

Catherine took a badge out of her pocket and shook it at Ethan: "We're Medellín police now, and there's no search. ”

Looking at the badge in her hand, Ethan smiled and shook his head.

He also expressed his admiration for the endless small methods of the Intelligence Bureau, whether the badge was real or fake, he did not have the slightest doubt, it was still difficult to find the fake ones in them.

The two of them crossed the line and walked inside.

Coming to the door, Catherine's badge flickered.

Not to mention the body search, they didn't even want tickets, and the two of them swaggered into the bar.

The second target is Cross.

In recent months, he has been hanging out at this bar at night, and the information about Carlos is not so detailed, and it is not clear how many people are with him.

There was only a photo, and the address, and nothing else.

The next step is to be vigilant.

Through the soundproof door, I came to the bar, in fact, it is more appropriate to call it a nightclub, and the bikini beauties on the DJ booth are playing passionately, and the music is so loud that I can't even hear clearly.

Neon lights, flickering wildly with the music.

On the dance floor in the middle, enthusiastic South Americans are showing off their charms to the fullest.

Next to it, there is a circle of booths and small round tables of all sizes.

On the second floor, there are private rooms, and the place near the dance floor is open, and the people inside can enjoy the atmosphere and have a feeling of being on top.

Many handsome men and beautiful women are writhing their bodies to the music on it.

Alcohol, singing, dancing.

The night of passion in Medellín is in full swing.

The two of them didn't look anywhere to sit down, their eyes quickly looked around, and they glanced around the first floor, but found no target.

Before departure, Sandro had already confirmed.

Cross has indeed come here, so the target is on the second floor.

The two looked at each other and looked upstairs.

However, due to the problem of the angle of sight, only people close to the guardrail can be seen, and the inside is not clear.

Just when the two of them were looking, this strange behavior attracted the attention of someone who cared, and walked into the bar, not drinking or dancing, just looking around, which was too abnormal.

A waiter dressed in black passed by with a tray in his hand.

Stumbling and a glass of beer on the tray falls.

"Bang."

The glass was on the ground, shattered.

Some liquor spilled on Ethan's back, and an angular, black guy crept out of his clothes.

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry."

The waiter apologized and nodded at Ethan.

(End of chapter)