"Bump."

The gunman fell from a height and slammed into the ground.

There were seven or eight more openings in his neck, and liquid was squirting out from it, and these liquids quickly stained the ground red, and his body twitched a few times, and he lost his movement.

Catherine swabbed the dagger back and forth in the cuff and inserted it into the scabbard.

"Let's go."

Ethan stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.

"Hmm."

Catherine thrust her dagger into her waist and disappeared into the darkness with Ethan.

A few minutes later, with the barking of dogs, hurried footsteps sounded in the gloomy alleys.

"Whew~"

Catherine gasped a few times and stood firmly against the wall with her knees: "Throw the spear away." ”

"It's so impressive."

Just now, the two of them found a gap and came down from upstairs.

Regardless of the south, east, west, and northwest, anyway, he spread his legs along a small alley, and Ethan expected to run out at least seven or eight hundred meters, plus the distance he had just moved on the roof of the building, he definitely ran out of the encirclement.

Looking at the light not far ahead, he nodded.

The sleeve of the jacket wrapped around the palm of his hand, and he quickly wiped it onto the AR15, wiping off any fingerprints that might remain, and then throwing it into the sewage ditch next to it.

He took the assault rifle from Catherine's hand and repeated the process.

The female agent rested for a few seconds, didn't care about Ethan's gaze, and directly took off the bloodstained T-shirt, revealing her sexy upper body.

The lower abdomen, chest, collarbones, and neck.

The sweat and blood stains on all parts were quickly wiped off by her T-shirt.

Ethan has good eyesight and can clearly see several scars on her body.

There are long strips, and there are those like copper coins.

Due to adrenaline reasons, Catherine's whole person was in a very high state, she quickly opened her backpack, stuffed the blood-stained T-shirt into it, and took out a black vest, which she put on her body haphazardly.

Pink, obscured by black.

Ethan looked away, sighing at the two bricks that protruded from the corner.

It's really warped~

"Are you a monster?" Catherine closed the zipper and looked at Ethan in surprise: "Not sweating at all?" ”

"Nope."

Ethan wiped his forehead and held out his fingers to her, a little sweat on them.

However, compared to Catherine's sweating, he did not sweat, and he did not get any blood just now, just some dust raised, just wave his hand and pat it a few times, so it doesn't have to be so troublesome.

Catherine pulled out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Ethan.

"Click!"

Her fingers lit up with a slight tremble, took a deep breath, and walked briskly to the light with a puff of smoke.

The street lamp shone on his face, as if he were in a different world.

Glancing at my watch, at one o'clock in the morning, the streets of Medellín were still bustling.

A generous and fat woman, scratching her head and posing.

Groups of drunks holding wine bottles, hugging each other, dancing happily.

The sound of fierce gunfights eight or nine hundred meters away was diminished by the small buildings and shacks in the slums, and did not affect the singing and dancing outside.

The two stood at the mouth of the alley, scanning around vigilantly.

Nothing out of the ordinary, and they all let go of their hands behind their waists and lifted their clothes to cover the handle of their guns.

Then walk around the pavement at an unhurried pace.

Just like a backpacker couple, there is nothing abnormal, others will only think that these two people are bold and dare to go anywhere, and only those who are close can smell a strong smell of gunsmoke.

The two of them gulped down on their cigarettes, trying to get rid of the smell as quickly as possible.

"Where are we going?"

After walking some distance, Ethan flicked his cigarette butt.

"Safe house."

Catherine looked at the taxi in the distance and raised her hand to wave, "I, Alan." ”

She paused and continued, "And Jonathan, we each have a safe house address, and if something unexpected happens, we will flee to rest and wait for the upline to be contacted. ”

The so-called safe house doesn't seem to be very safe.

But it's better than messing around outside, at least according to Catherine, there will be some supplies in the safe house.

I don't know what happened to Phillips, Matt, and Jonathan, it's useless to be anxious at this time, everyone is trying to find a way to escape from danger, and ensuring their own safety is the first thing.

After a few taxis, they came to an old apartment building.

Walking up the stairs to the fifth floor, Catherine finds a key under the fire box, and the two finally stop their hurried steps.

Close the switch and turn on the lights.

It's a small one-bedroom apartment, simple and unfurnished.

Catherine gasped and sat down on the couch, stooped down and pulled out a suitcase from under the table, entered the code and opened the box, which contained a pistol, two magazines, some first-aid medicine, and a small wad of cash.

Ethan spun around and quickly finished checking.

Inside the room, there was only one bed, and the mattress thrown on it was stained with dust.

Luckily, Catherine knew the urine nature of these safe houses, and knew that most of the places were extremely basic, so on the way, they bought a lot of alcohol, convenient food, and household items.

When you don't have contact, it's best to stay here.

"Do you want to treat your wounds?" Catherine drank most of the beer in one gulp and pointed to Ethan's arm.

It was scratched by a flying bullet just now, leaving a bloody mark.

After a while, it was no longer obvious.

"No, you don't."

Ethan waved his hand, took the beer she handed him, and sat down on the couch.

Even though the night was dark, they didn't feel sleepy.

I drank my beer without taking a sip and looked at the two phones on the table, waiting for the moment to light up.

Airplanes.

After a few minutes, the phone suddenly vibrates.

"Sir."

Catherine quickly grabbed her phone and pressed the amplification as she connected it.

"How are you doing?" Matt's voice rang from the phone, still giving people that unfazed feeling, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm safe with Phillips." ”

"Ethan and I are already in the safe house." Catherine pinched her fingers and hurriedly asked:

"Jonathan?"

"He's got a little bit of a minor injury." Matt replied.

Hearing this, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and a minor injury at this time was basically equivalent to nothing.

Catherine grabbed her palm, gritted her teeth, and said:

"We need to give it back."

Allen's name was not mentioned, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he had no hope of survival.

"I know."

Matt's voice also carried a murderous intent: "You stay in the safe house first, I'll find out what the situation is first, and then I'll call to let you know." ”

The voice fell, and the phone hung up.

Catherine grabbed the beer can and squeezed it hard, and the white foam came out.

She has worked with Alan for more than a year and has experienced several missions, and she has long been like a friend, how can she not care, but that emotion needs to be suppressed.

"Do you have a condom?"

The female agent asked in a crisp voice as she drained the beer from the can. (End of chapter)