They were the last to go, but they were the first to return.

Ethan was covered in blood, so he went to clean up as soon as possible, and after taking a pleasant hot shower in the simple shower, the others came back one after another, and the sound of conversation sounded in the safe house.

Drying his hair, he walked downstairs in his slippers.

"Hey."

The big bald old black Jonathan threw over a can of beer: "Listen to Catherine, you did a good job." ”

"Thank you."

Ethan lifted the lid and smiled at him.

This kind of thing, there is nothing unseemly, Matt, as a commander, must have an overall understanding, and others also need to know the ability of their teammates.

"Well done."

Matt also walked over and clapped his hands with Ethan.

I thought he was the easiest here, but I didn't expect it to be the most difficult, and together with Catherine, he solved eleven people.

He was much more convinced of what Phillips had said now.

Ethan took a sip of beer and took the initiative to high-five and fist with others, even Sandro did not miss it, although he has such an identity, but now, everyone is also a teammate.

After talking to Phillips about the situation, he sat down on the couch.

There was no calculation, and no one was injured.

It was a joy to be, and he took a sip of his beer and looked at the wall, where Sandro had nailed seven pictures in the afternoon, painted with large red crosses.

The death of these important leaders is definitely a blow to the inquisitor.

The whole living room was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, Ethan sniffed his nose, and there was a fragrance in the air, which caused his stomach to growl.

Every time you do this kind of thing, all kinds of physical demands will be stronger.

His attention shifted from the wall to the table, where there was a large tray wrapped in tin foil, from which the aroma wafted out.

"Bang!"

Matt pulled a large pile of beer out of the fridge and placed it on the table.

"Eat something first, and by the way, the next thing." He picked up a dagger and swiped the foil away, smiling and saying, "This is a Colombian specialty that Sandro bought." ”

Hearing this, everyone sat around the table.

One by one, they smelled the aroma and salivated, and they were ready to go.

"Oh oh oh ~ "

Lifting the tin foil, the heat dissipated, and Phillips, Catherine, and the short-haired Alan instantly stood up with a look of disgust.

"Hahaha."

Ethan smiled and raised his eyebrows, reached out and slapped Sandro on the shoulder:

"Yes, yes, I like it."

Sandro didn't expect Ethan's reaction to do so, his gloomy eyes looked over, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

On the tray, there was a whole jujube-red roast suckling pig, and some crispy pork belly and corn tortillas.

Ethan reached out and took Matt's dagger.

He happily cut the roast suckling pig, the skin was crispy enough, and there was a squeak.

Matt glanced at the people who stood up, who sat down helplessly, staring at the crispy pork belly and tortillas next to them.

When he talked about the status of the mission, Ethan buried his head in the bitterness.

Roast suckling pig, marinated in cumin, peppers, onions and minced garlic, tasted so special that he didn't like it, so he took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet next to him and blew it directly into the bottle.

After about ten minutes, the briefing could not go any further.

For the next two days, he will be in a safe house, and Sandro will find out what is going on before deciding what to do next.

Matt hurriedly finished his sentence and looked at Ethan.

Not only him, but several others also rolled down Ethan's throat, struggling to swallow.

The empty bottle was put down, and Ethan was covered in heat.

After the wine and food are full, the feeling of killing is gone.

In just ten minutes, a bottle of whiskey was poured into his stomach, and a quarter of the roast suckling pig was wiped out.

"Do you need a little more?"

Phillips scratched his head and asked.

"No, you don't." Ethan waved his hand and broke the lid of the beer bottle to moisten his mouth: "Seven points full is fine, overeating, it's not good!" ”

The corners of everyone's eyes twitched and they scratched their heads.

After a supper, a wash that should be washed, a rest that should be rested, Sandro quickly left the safe house.

Ethan went upstairs with a dozen beers and went to the rooftop.

Sit on the recliner, play with your mobile phone leisurely, and blow the cool night breeze.

Footsteps sounded, a figure walked by, and Catherine walked to the side of the parapet with a cigarette in her hand and watched the night view of Medellín.

A breeze blew and her long brown hair swayed.

The thighs are straight and slender, and the muscles are slightly visible, which makes it look very toned.

On top of his black underwear, he wears a small tank top that fits close-fitting.

"Hmm~"

Ethan picked up the bottle and let out a soft grunt.

"I know you're here." Catherine turned around and glanced at him, "I don't think you're such a stilted person, and I'm not naked." ”

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Ethan raised his eyebrows, he really couldn't see it, it was well hidden.

The other party doesn't care, and he has nothing to say.

"Would you like some beer?" Ethan's gaze lingered on the beans for two seconds, pointing to the beer bottle on the ground.

"Okay!"

Catherine shrugged her shoulders and walked over with her legs, she sat down on the chaise longue next to her, kicked her feet, and shook gently: "What brought you and Phillips over?" ”

"To be honest, the judge and the Ministry of Defense should not have anything to do with each other."

We've fought side by side together, and it's okay to say some things.

"Personal vendettas."

Ethan looked at the glorious night view of the mountains in the distance, his fingertips tapping on a beer bottle.

I thought about being highly confidential, thinking about special tasks, and even thinking about striking and eliminating the forces of the lone lord, but I didn't expect a personal grudge to come, Catherine asked with strong curiosity:

"Did he hurt your family?"

"It's not."

Ethan looked at Catherine and said with a smile, "I hurt him, so I'm going to get rid of him." ”

This logic made the female agent stunned for a moment.

After a few seconds, she chuckled softly, "Sounds like the Inquisitor is a poor fellow. ”

As the night darkened, it became quiet downstairs.

Catherine quickly went back to her room to rest, and Ethan emptied the last bit of beer and returned to the room to lie down on the mattress.

In the distance, the convoy approached slowly.

Leading the way was a Mercedes-Benz, followed by a motorbike and eight vans, and the convoy slowly stopped when it was about a hundred meters away from the safe house.

The expressionless driver got out of the car and opened the rear door.

Delicate heels, stepping on the ground.

A tall woman got out of the car, her long hair swaying with the night breeze.

The door pulled, and messy footsteps rang out.

"Brankoffs."

A short-haired black man with a fierce face approached cautiously, he glanced at his cold face, lowered his head and said, "In three days, there are more than five strangers haunted, only the building in front. ”

"They rarely go out, as you describe."

"Okay." Brankoff's voice was a little hoarse, and she waved her fingers: "Here are 200,000 dollars, if the information is true, you can get the goods from me at a discount in the future." ”

"Thank you, thank you."

The short-haired man excitedly took the briefcase from the driver's hand, got on the motorcycle and left quickly.

"Ma'am."

A bald man stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "This guy, how to deal with it?" ”

Brankoff turned around, his eyes twinkle.

Two flat-headed men were holding a man with a bloody beating, drooping head, and if Ethan was here, he would recognize it as the waiter he had spared.

"Knowing that the Blanco family was attacked, don't notify us."

A hint of anger flashed in Brankoff's amorous eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Hang him up, this is a warning." ”

"Whoever it is, do it."

"In that building, all men and women, young and old, were killed."

"Yes."

The bald man nodded and pressed the walkie-talkie in his hand.

The doors of the van opened one after another, and fifty or sixty young men with various weapons got out of the car one after another, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

At the command of the bald man, the crowd dispersed.

At the same time, the rope pulls.

The waiter's neck was wrapped around and suspended from a building under the movements of several people.

The Brankoff man clasped his hands on his chest, and his face was cold and showy.

The night breeze blows, and the red dress flutters.

(End of chapter)