Seeing the waiter apologize with a serious face, Ethan didn't bother to pursue it.

"It's fine."

He shook his shirt, waved his hand, and said, "You go, be careful." ”

"Okay, thanks."

Although the other party spoke Spanish, it was still possible to communicate in a few simple words, and the waiter thanked him again and again, grabbed the tray and walked briskly to the side.

"We need to hurry."

Catherine glanced at her watch, leaned into Ethan's ear, and shouted, "Several of the Short Man's people are dead, but I'm not sure if anyone else will contact Carlos, we're going to be fast." ”

"yes, I know."

Ethan nodded, but his gaze kept moving with the waiter.

After placing the tray, the waiter walked briskly to the side and came to the staff aisle.

The big man above said that whether it was aimed at him or not, as long as there was any abnormality, he would be rewarded with different amounts of money.

I was preempted by a colleague and earned a few hundred dollars.

This time, it's finally your turn.

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up, and his fingers reaching for the telephone receiver on the wall trembled slightly.

Just as he wanted to press the number, his head slammed forward uncontrollably.

"Bang."

The landline hanging on the wall was smashed to pieces.

Keys and plastic blocks, shattered to the ground, wisps of blood, slowly flowing down the walls.

Compared to the phone, it is obviously a harder braincase.

"Who do you want to notify?"

Ethan pressed the waiter's head and said in a cold tone: "Such a big aisle, you just hit me, when I am a fool?" ”

The waiter was in pain and dizzy and muttered something grunbling.

"I don't know Spanish."

There was no one left and right, Ethan pulled out Glock with a sudden, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the waiter's jaw: "Where is Carlos?" ”

The pronunciation of the name is generally the same.

Hearing Carlos's words, the waiter trembled.

Well, he definitely knows something.

Catherine pulled M1911 out and pushed it hard against the waiter's temple.

"Click."

The hammer pulls down, and now there is no time for him to waste.

It wasn't that noisy, but the music was still audible, but the subtle sound of the hammer slamming into the waiter's ears was like a bell.

One up and down two pistols, making his bladder sore, and his crotch quickly became wet.

After a flurry of words, Ethan looked at Catherine.

"Second floor, rightmost box."

Catherine acted as an interpreter at the right time, and said the waiter's words, and she asked for some more words, and the two communicated quickly.

"He doesn't know how many people there are."

Catherine looked at Ethan and said quickly: "I only know that there are no less than five, and if he is not willing to take us up, then death is an easier thing for him." ”

"Okay, let's go."

Ethan put down Glock and put the gun back into his waist.

Letting go of his hand, the waiter instantly collapsed on the ground, looking at the two of them in horror.

"Do you need to knock him out?"

Catherine asked, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"No need."

Looking at the person on the ground who had already fainted by himself, the corners of Ethan's mouth turned up: "This is a smart man, he will make the right choice." ”

It wasn't until the footsteps faded away that the waiter quietly opened his eyes.

There was no one around, he quickly got up, covered his forehead and staggered to the back door, this time he really stumbled, not pretending, he planned to run home, first to avoid the limelight.

"I'm sorry, it's only for VIPs."

When the two reached the staircase leading to the second floor, they were stopped by two strong men in black T-shirts.

Catherine repeated her old trick and showed the police badge in her hand.

"I'm sorry."

One of the black T-shirts glanced at the police badge and said with a blank face: "Please show your VIP card, it is only for VIPs." ”

I can open a big nightclub in this kind of place. The boss is also a person with a background and influence.

The black T-shirt looked at Catherine with a hint of disdain, the police badge was useful at the outside door, and it was possible to enter for free, but here it was a piece of broken tin skin, no big deal.

A smile tugged at the corner of Ethan's mouth, and his fists clenched.

"Bang."

A heavy punch flew up like a meteor and hit the jaw of the black T-shirt hard.

The force led him to the side.

With a bang, without a word, the black T-shirt fell asleep sweetly.

Turning around, he was about to make a move on the second person.

Splitting the throat, bursting the liver, and teasing the yin.

Catherine was neat and clean, with a set of combos, and another black T-shirt clamped her legs, and the whole person shrunk into a ball on the ground.

Good guy, this is really ruthless.

She raised her knife and was about to make a move on the second person, when she found herself lying down and unconscious.

The two looked at each other and smiled, giving birth to a feeling of sympathy for each other.

Before they could attract anyone's attention, they ran upstairs as fast as they could, and even though there were no cameras here, they also disguised themselves and quickly put on the soft rubber masks in their pockets.

"I don't believe you're an adviser to the Department of Defense."

Catherine put her hands behind her waist, pulled out two Colt M1911s, and slanted her eyes to Ethan: "Are you from the FBI or the Monopoly Control Bureau?" ”

"Neither."

Ethan was succinct and tossed his backpack in front of him.

The MP5 submachine gun was in his hand and was about to change the magazine, when Catherine reminded him that he had already changed it when he was on the motorcycle.

The two of them walked quickly and quickly came to the second floor.

The basic tactical movements are universal, the hand commands, the two of them are separated from the left and right, and quickly walk along the wall to the right.

Stepping on the wooden floor, there was an inexplicable rebound.

"Bumper bumper!"

A waitress in the arc corridor saw the sudden appearance of two people with guns, and quickly raised her hands in fright, the tray fell, and the wine bottle fell to the ground, shattering to the ground.

The strong smell of alcohol instantly spread through the corridor.

At the same time, more than ten meters away from them, a door in the far corner opened, and the sound of noisy music poured out.

There was a shout, and Ethan could only understand the three words tequila.

Seeing that the people inside were about to walk out, he rushed forward like a ghost, and under Catherine's surprised gaze, his body rose and fell a few times, and quickly approached the box.

The man, who wanted to order a drink, strode out of the door.

The footsteps did not stop, and the next moment, the whole person flew backwards and knocked over the two unstranded women behind him.

This movement frightened the people in the private room.

Their first reaction was to reach for the gun placed next to them, and Ethan's figure appeared at the door of the box, his gaze passing through a large group of people, and the sight of a bearded man near the guardrail outside.

Carlos!

"Bang bang."

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and fired.

The man who was knocked to the ground had his head exploding with a bloody mist.

The two women below were splashed with blood.

The three people on the sofa, burned by the half-shuttle bullets, their bodies trembled wildly, and the flying blood stained the large amount of flour on the table bright red.

"Get down!"

Ethan continued to move the muzzle of the gun and yelled

In the middle of the box, seven or eight red-striped women lost their faces, and they were all stunned by the sudden killing.

"Bang bang."

A barrage of gunfire rang out.

Approaching the inside, three people, including Carlos, raised their guns and fired directly at the door.

Gunfire, flashing non-stop.

The bullet pierced the women's bodies, blasting a cloud of blood in a mist of blood, and then continued to fly towards the door.

The women's bodies shook with the sound of gunfire.

Their expressions were desperate, and their eyes were lifeless.

Ethan's snort was blazing, and his eyes widened with rage.

The body quickly sprang forward, rolling on the ground, avoiding the bullets flying with blood.

The submachine gun in his hand, spitting out gunfire.

The two gunmen who were standing in place, crackled by the bullet, let out a roar, and continued to pull the trigger unconsciously until their breath was cut off.

"Dah."

The magazine is depleted.

Glock pulled out quickly and struck Carlos where he was.

"Puff puff."

The warhead fell on the cement guardrail, splashing debris, and the three bullet holes almost overlapped together.

Carlos saw that the situation was not good, and immediately ran.

He held on to the guardrail and jumped downstairs, dodging the attack.

"Bang."

A body of more than 160 pounds jumped from the second floor more than four meters high and smashed over a table, causing a loud bang.

The gunfire just now was not obvious in the noisy electronic sound.

A large living person jumped from above, finally attracting the attention of the audience, and the surrounding crowd exclaimed, and the music soon stopped.

The crowd scattered in terror, leaving a large clearing in their wake.

"Bastard."

Carlos roared angrily like a bruised beast in the head.

Dizziness and a sharp pain in both feet.

The inexplicable gunman was still upstairs, and his instinct to escape cheered him up, and he used his hands and feet to push away the bottles and glasses scattered on the ground, struggling to get up and run for his life.

"Shhh

The people at the scene collectively took a breath of cold air.

Upstairs in the box, a man with a mask appeared, holding a gun in his hand, pointing downward.

Seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, many people closed their eyes.

At this time, the man put down the gun.

Ethan turned his head and looked at the group of women on the ground, some of them had already lost their breath, some of them were still convulsing, and the floor of the entire private room was red with blood, and the blood was overwhelming.

He gritted his teeth and picked up the knife from the fruit bowl next to him.

Downstairs, Kalas struggled to get up.

The corners of Ethan's mouth twitched, and he held the guardrail with one hand, and his body flipped over, and he jumped into the air.

"Bang."

With a muffled sound, his feet landed steadily.

In the eyes of the audience, he held the knife behind him and slowly stood up.

"Who are you?"

"Who sent you?"

Carlos heard the movement and hurriedly turned to look.

Seeing the murderous look in his face, Carlos propped his elbows to the ground and dragged his aching leg back into the distance, despite the fact that his body was stained with wine, dust, and shards of glass.

"I have money."

The veins in his head rose up, and he roared loudly: "I can give you as much as you want." ”

"A million?"

"Ten Million !!"

Ethan tilted his head as he crawled towards the fallen pistol.

The bar, which had been noisy just now, was now filled with the sound of Carlos begging for mercy, and the trapped beast was seeking a last chance to fight.

"Bump."

Ethan gently waved his foot and kicked the red wine bottle next to him away.

The bottle swirled and slid to the side.

When it hit the leg of the chair, it shattered with a thud and the wine slowly flowed out.

The moment the voice sounded, Ethan rushed forward with a murderous aura, and pressed Carlos down, and the table knife flashed brightly.

"Boom!"

The crowd of onlookers let out a low cry and collectively took a step back.

"Boom."

Under the red neon light, the sword light looks particularly charming.

"Shhh

The sound of vomiting rang out one after another.

"Ding."

The knife was discarded and bouncing on the ground.

Ethan gasped slightly, he stood up and looked upstairs, where Catherine was holding a pistol and was guarding him against any surprises.

The two nodded to each other, and Catherine turned around and disappeared into the guardrail.

Ethan tugged at his gloves and stepped over Carlos' tattered corpse towards the staircase, where the terrified crowd dispersed like the ebbing water.

Even the security staff in the bar did not dare to make any moves.

Gathering together with Catherine, the two quickly left the bar, and no one stopped them or thought of calling the police.

It wasn't until the demon's back disappeared that the crowd in the bar dispersed.

As soon as he walked out of the bar, Ethan quickly took off his shirt.

The two of them went into the alley together, and when they came to a dark place, they took off their T-shirts and put them on the other side, so that the blood stains on their bodies were not so obvious.

Without saying a word all the way, I quickly returned to the place where I parked.

Get on your motorbike, make a half-circle on the ground, and hurry out of Lilas Park.

Ethan twisted the accelerator hard, and after more than ten minutes of the motorcycle whizzing through the streets of Medellín, the feeling of excitement finally subsided.

"Just leave the car here."

With the safe house still a minute away, Catherine patted him on the shoulder and motioned for Ethan to stop.

"It won't take long." She shook her long legs and got out of the car and straightened her messy hair: "The rats in this city will clean up the motorcycle and break it down into pieces." ”

Ethan was as good as he could, and he removed the key and walked with her to the safe house.

"I'm underestimating you."

Catherine looked at Ethan, "Now it seems that you are not just as accurate as marksmanship. ”

The situation in the house just now was that she herself had absolutely no way to clean up a group of extremely vicious lone criminals in just a few seconds, and the combat power that suddenly erupted was a little terrifying.

As for the killing of Carlos later, it is not a big deal for Catherine, who has been in contact with the dark side for many years.

At best, it looks a little cruel.

"Thank you."

Ethan smiled slightly: "You are not simple. ”

When I first met, I thought she was just a pretty woman, and tonight's performance also refreshed my perception of her.

Now it seems that the people who can be summoned by Matt cannot be underestimated.

In the slum streets that seem eerie to others, the two of them take it as a smooth road, walking freely and comfortably, and making a few jokes from time to time.

(End of chapter)