Not long after squinting, Ethan jumped up from the mattress.

A bottle of whiskey, half a dozen beers.

No matter how strong his physical fitness was, his bladder couldn't withstand it and began to protest strongly.

Striding to the bathroom, the water column rushed.

A minute later, he violently stirred up, and then he comfortably flushed, washed his hands, and returned to his room.

Lie back on the mattress and just close your eyes.

The next moment, his eyes quietly opened again, and on the radar, dense points of light came from all directions.

In the middle of the night, where did so many people come from.

He quickly grabbed Glock, who was placed aside, turned over and sat up, and yes, he was indeed approaching in his own direction.

Moreover, it is already close to the direction of the front and rear doors of the house.

A fine layer of sweat broke out on his back, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he rushed out of the room and lifted Glock up, and thud two shots at the stairs.

These two gunshots, in the quiet of the night, were deafening.

Go down and call people one by one, maybe the other party will break in, this way is simple, rough and direct.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the light outside suddenly stopped.

And a few people in the building, moving quickly.

Squeak.

The door next to it quietly opened.

Catherine appeared at the door with a Colt M1911 in her hands, her arms clasped between her chests, which was very spectacular.

"What's the situation?"

Seeing Ethan standing outside with Glock in his hand and wearing only a pair of panties, while her nose could still smell gunsmoke, she frowned: "What happened?" ”

Without waiting for Ethan to answer, there were two loud bangs.

The front and rear doors were broken open at the same time, and nearly ten points of light poured into the house.

Underneath the gap between the stairs, there are many figures.

People on the third floor can hear the sound of chaotic footsteps, and there is no need to explain anything, the situation is already very obvious.

"Bang bang."

Ethan stood sideways, facing the gap in the stairwell, and pulled the trigger frantically.

The light of the gunfire flashed in the dimly lit staircase.

In a matter of seconds, the magazine is emptied.

Screams rang out one after another, even if they were fired indiscriminately, there was a crowd of people at the staircase, and a few inverted friezes were always hit.

Under gunfire, the points of light quickly dispersed.

Hyperactivity.

AK's distinctive sound rang out, and bullets whizzed upward.

The gunfire was several times more fierce than his.

The handrails of the staircase splashed with sparks, and the cement on the ceiling kept peeling.

Ethan quickly turned to dodge, and the gunfire in the stairwell was deafening.

His wave of attacks bought some time for the others, and several people on the second floor probed their brains and looked upstairs nervously.

Pointing downstairs, Ethan quickly returned to his room.

Catherine pulled the trigger a few times below, took a few steps back and saw him getting dressed, and asked with an incredulous expression, "Are you serious?" ”

was attacked, and this guy's first reaction was to go back and get dressed.

"It's been exposed here."

Ethan threw his backpack behind him and replaced it with a spare magazine: "You don't want to stay here, do you?" ”

Downstairs there was a heavy gunfire, and Phillips and the others began to raise their guns and fire back.

There were more than a dozen points of light outside the house, and the ones who broke into the house were only half of them, and they were all fully armed.

There may be more than that.

It's hard to say these things, but the safe house has been exposed, and it's an ironclad fact.

Catherine also reacted and quickly returned to her room.

In about ten seconds, she changed her clothes and picked up a small backpack and went out to perform tasks.

"You wait, I'll go get some gear."

Listening to the shouting downstairs, Ethan grabbed her backpack.

"Why don't we just kill it?"

Catherine held Colt up and asked murderously.

There are more than 20 people who can be scanned, and I don't know how many there are outside the detection range.

In this case, rushing out is sending you to death.

"You stay for me."

Ethan stopped her undeniably and quickly moved downstairs against the wall.

The figure flickered, and a man holding an AK appeared in the field of vision, and the Glock in his hand instantly burst into flames, knocking him to the ground with a few shots.

Whether it's anyone or not, it's a shot anyway.

When the magazine was empty, he also made his way to the hallway on the second floor.

The people here were also scrambling to pack their things, and they soon knew that the safe house could no longer be stayed.

"There's a lot of people out there."

Matt walked back from the balcony bent over and said sharply, "Everyone flee separately, go to other safe houses, and then call to inform you of the rest of the matter." ”

"Phillips."

He looked at his old fellow and said in a deep voice, "You follow me." ”

"Ethan."

Matt looked at the people who rushed to the arms box: "You don't know the location of the safe house, you can only separate, you and Catherine together." ”

"Understood."

Ethan raised his hand and made an OK gesture.

Beside the hallway, Alan and Jonathan suppressed the enemy's attack, and Catherine upstairs made up two shots from time to time.

Grab two AR15s and hold a few more magazines.

While they weren't paying attention, their fingers flicked quickly on the grenade, time was urgent, these things definitely couldn't be taken away, dozens of them were densely packed, and they could take as many as they could.

While taking it, I shoved it into my body.

In an instant, a dozen grenades disappeared into the box.

"Bang."

There was a sound of glass shattering, and several black creatures flew inside.

The alarm bell sounded in his heart, and Ethan ejected to start.

In a flash of lightning, he spread his arms, grabbed Phillips and Matt, and led them to the side, and the three of them knocked over the sofa together.

"Bang bang bang."

The grenade exploded, and the explosion sounded.

My head buzzed, like being stirred by a blender, and I was dizzy.

Fortunately, the sofa helped block it, otherwise, this wave of explosions would directly kill the two.

Matt breathed heavily, looking at Ethan gratefully.

Thankfully, this time Phillips brought him over, otherwise he would have capsized in the gutter.

"How are you doing?"

Jonathan's anxious voice was accompanied by the increasingly intense gunfire.

The people downstairs wanted to take this opportunity to rush up, but they were blocked by the crossfire of the three of them.

"It's fine."

Matt coughed a few times and said loudly.

In the living room, a circle of smoke and dust exploded, choking them to breathe.

Scratching his ears, Ethan slapped Matt and Phillips on the shoulder: "Hurry up, you can't stay here any longer, maybe there will be some heavy firepower." ”

This is Medellín, and most of the people who come to the door are the Inquisitor's people.

Now that I've been found, there's no point in thinking about how it was exposed, let's get out of danger first.

Staying here, it is the turtle in the urn.

Running first, and then finding a way to get back to the field, this is the right solution.

After the two of them reacted, Ethan quickly got up and picked up the guns and ammunition that had just fallen to the ground, and at the same time, several grenades flew out.

Etiquette is the way of life.

With explosions and screams, he grabbed his weapon and quickly ran down the hallway. (End of chapter)