A muffled grunt sounded behind him.

Sandro lunged forward on Ethan, and the two fell off the steps.

Despite being unprepared and dizzy, Ethan reacted quickly, pulled out the Glock on his chest, and pushed Sandro aside to shoot him through the window.

The sound of falling to the ground in the next room sounded, and a few wisps of blood flew from the window.

He didn't stop moving, and pulled out a grenade.

Pull off the tab, throw it at the window, and roll over on top of Sandro.

After an explosion, sawdust crackled on his body.

Seeing the point of light disappear, he turned around and sat up.

For the sake of ventilation, these simple wooden houses have small windows open everywhere, and they are not familiar with the layout inside, and if they are not careful, they will be easily shot cold.

"Whoa."

Picking up an assault rifle with one hand, grabbing Sandro's body armor with the other, he dragged him to the side, leaving a trail on the ground.

When I came to the corner, I stopped.

"Are you alright?" Ethan patted Sandro on the chest and asked nervously.

Sandro coughed twice and breathed heavily:

"It's okay, it's just that my back hurts a little."

Grabbing his shoulder strap and tugging, he looked behind him and saw a small hole in Sandro's back, with a deformed warhead embedded in it.

Buckle the warhead, show it to him, and throw it away.

"Thank you."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder, his gaze softened, and pulled him up again, "I owe you once." ”

"Needless to say." Sandro's voice was a little slow, and he waved his hand to wipe his sweat: "That shot may hit any of us, and these people's marksmanship is like this." ”

Unexpectedly, he still had the heart to joke.

Ethan smiled, knowing Sandro a little more.

In the first few contacts, this guy was busy like a little minion, procuring daily necessities and providing information to everyone, as Matt said, like a hunting dog.

So much so that Ethan subconsciously forgot the true identity of this guy.

This unattractive man is a lonely.

None of the people who can make a name for themselves in this industry in a place like Colombia are simple.

The two quickly picked themselves up and continued their cleanup.

After a few minutes, the gunfire stopped.

Unfortunately, their target was not in this place, but the fall of Little Forty was definitely an extremely heavy loss for the Inquisitor.

Except for the release of two or three people who were not a threat, the rest of them were all cleaned up.

"If I'm not mistaken."

Matt walked out of a wooden hut with a smashed satellite phone in his hand: "Inquisitor, you should already know what is happening here, we need to hurry." ”

Everyone approached him one after another, and there was a strong smell of gunsmoke on their bodies.

In the distance, Catherine also held a sniper rifle and walked out of the woods quickly, this female agent had just sniped many people who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

Even though she was far away from the battlefield, she also looked angry.

"What are we going to do?"

Jonathan touched his arm and asked in a muffled voice.

In the process of cleaning up just now, he was shot twice, one shot was blocked by the body armor, but the other shot was grazed.

On the dark arm, blood was dripping.

On the surface, it looks very serious, but the people present are all veterans, and it can be judged at a glance that it is a skin injury.

"It's burning." Ethan retracted his gaze and said categorically:

"Nothing, leave him nothing."

Within the scope of his ability, he also wanted to do what he could, so that these things would not flow outside to harm people, although it was valuable, he was not interested at all.

Sandro looked a little reluctant, but he was very knowledgeable and didn't make any comments.

"Five minutes."

Matt thought for a moment, exhaled heavily, nodded and said:

"Five minutes later, we'll leave."

This kind of request is very legitimate, and there is no reason to refuse.

Although he really wanted to get into the car next to him and carry away the flour that had already been made.

But at this time, it is not appropriate.

Ethan carried the gun behind him and ran quickly to the side, and the thirty-liter green gasoline drum was easily lifted by him.

After lifting the lid, pour it all the way.

He poured gasoline on several wooden houses, sheds, raw material processing pools, warehouses, and piles of flour on wooden racks.

Just this pile of things can be worth two or three million dollars to say the least, but he is not relentless at all.

The remaining gasoline, draw a line on the ground.

Following his footsteps, until they came to the place where several people gathered, Jonathan and Catherine, also did the same action, and in addition to the smell of blood, the air was filled with the smell of gasoline.

"Click!"

Ethan lit a cigarette and slowly puffed out the smoke.

Everyone's eyes fell on the Dupon lighter in his hand, and the flames jumped slightly.

With a flick of the wrist, the lighter is thrown forward.

The light left a visual afterimage in the eyes of everyone, like a line of fire, drawing an arc and falling to the ground.

"Bear!"

The flame fell to the ground, and it was magnified dozens of times in an instant.

The three fire dragons quickly spread out into the distance, and the light emitted illuminated the surroundings, and the six people lifted the night vision devices one after another, looking at everything in front of them.

Between the wooden houses of this independent factory, there were corpses lying everywhere.

Firearms, bullet casings, dropped to the ground.

The wooden house was swallowed by the fire dragon that swept past, and the flames soared into the sky.

The faces of several people were red from the firelight.

The heat is pressing, and the chest is hot.

"Who did that?"

Seeing that several cars not far away were also burning, the corners of Phillips' eyes twitched: "Who poured gasoline on the car?" ”

"It's me."

Jonathan scratched his head, embarrassed to show his white teeth.

"Huh."

"Tap."

"I know it's wrong."

Faced with three punches and six legs, Jonathan was powerless to parry.

After a few screams of pain, he spread his legs and plunged headlong into the woods, while the others chased after him with screams.

Looking at the black mist rising, Ethan smiled.

I don't know if such a large amount of flour being burned will make the animals within a radius of several kilometers have a carnival party.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he turned to leave.

The fire burns brightly, engulfing the darkness.

When the sky was dark, the light of more than a dozen cars shot in the distance, and the off-road vehicle that took the lead knocked the wooden barrier into the air and roared in.

The vehicles behind followed, one after another.

The sharp sound of brakes sounded, and fifty or sixty fierce men with AK47s on their backs rushed out of the car.

Amid the shouts, they dispersed and searched the scene, and not only that, but many people climbed over the guardrail and walked away with guns.

His eyes are vigilant, alert for possible enemies.

A few minutes later, the shouts of safety rang out one after another, and a non-obtrusive van in the middle of the convoy opened the door, and a cane was stabbed into the dirt from the inside.

Immediately after that, there are shiny leather shoes.

The owner of the crutches, getting out of the car, was a white man with only one eye left and a black blindfold obliquely.

The man who came was the judge.

In his single eye, a cold gaze flickered.

He took a few steps forward with his crutches, and although he tried his best to control his body, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was walking in a very awkward manner, as if something was missing in the middle.

The Inquisitor's hand, though expressionless, was clenching his cane hard.

The knuckles turned a miserable white.

Looking at the crumbling wooden houses that were still bursting with flames, there were also flames in his eyes.

Two days ago, a few of his men had just died.

Tonight, several places were attacked again, and not only that, but even factories were destroyed.

However, he had no clue who was doing it to him.

At the thought of this, his breath became red-hot.

"Sir."

A shout was heard in the distance, attracting the inquisitor's attention.

Two guards, dragging a man over quickly, they threw the man to the ground: "In the bushes, a man was found. ”

"I remember you."

The inquisitor looked at the man who fell to the ground, poked his crutches, and a cold voice sounded: "You're in charge of patrolling, right, tell me, what happened?" ”

"Sir."

The black-haired man approached on his knees in horror, and said in a trembling voice:

"There are a lot of people, more than a dozen."

"There are bazookas, grenades, spears, short guns, and the fire is very fierce, and they are like devils."

"Who?"

The inquisitor interrupted him, staring into the man's eyes.

"I don't know, I can't see clearly."

The black-haired man swallowed, shook his head and said, "They all wear bulletproof helmets and have a telescope-like thing on their eyes, as if they can see us in the dark." ”

"The marksmanship was very accurate, and we killed a lot of people."

He swallowed his saliva and continued to wave his hand and said, "I saw that something was wrong, so I tried to hide and save my life, just to tell you these things." ”

"Thanks, now I know." The inquisitor tapped his crutches, the corners of his mouth upturned:

"I'm giving you money to protect my property."

"Instead of letting you hide like a mouse, you ran away, but you didn't dare to run far, are you afraid that I will do something to your family?"

"No...

The black-haired man shook his head frantically, trying to defend himself.

A sharp flash of light caused his pupils to contract rapidly.

"Poof!"

The crutches stabbed through the black-haired man's eye sockets like lightning.

The inquisitor looked coldly at the person kneeling in front of him, and his arm shook with the man's body a few times before he jerked back hard.

"Bump."

The black-haired man followed his movements and threw himself forward and fell to the ground.

The tip of the staff, with a trail of blood.

"Waste."

The inquisitor wiped the tip of the staff off the man's garment, and asked slowly, "Where is Madame?" ”

A bald man stepped forward and whispered:

"Medellín Royal Jolly."

"For the past two days, she has been in the hotel, as if she is waiting for someone."

The inquisitor's eyelashes twitched, and he held his cane tightly: "Tell her to come back, you can't stay outside during this time, it's not safe." ”

"Yes." The bald man nodded.

"Arrange a few more people, don't reveal their identities." The inquisitor looked at the bald man coldly: "Give us all a gift to our fellow travelers and see how they react." ”

"You can't let anyone know about things here."

"Understood."

The bald man continued to nod.

"Also, post a bounty."

The inquisitor walked back, his crutches leaving small holes in the ground: "The target of the bounty is the few people who escaped that night, and I think it must be inseparable from those people." ”

"Let money do its part."

"One million for the dead, two million for one person for the living."

"Dollars!"

The voice fell, and the door slammed shut.

One day's time is enough for the underground world of Medellín to follow the sky-high bounty.

Little bastards on the streets, growing in explosive ways.

Most of the people who collect protection money, run casinos, and spend money have left their jobs, hoping to hit the jackpot.

The shootings have occurred one after another, which has already made the Medellín police's scalp tingle.

Now people from all walks of life have taken to the streets, and the law and order in Medellín has deteriorated dramatically, and gangs have fought and vendettas.

I thought that the current situation was bad enough.

I didn't expect night to fall. A cannon salute rang out inside the city.

The sound of violent explosions in quick succession exhausted the Medellín police, and it was like pouring a spoonful of water into a pot of hot oil, and the whole city was boiling.

"Oh my God."

Ethan stood by the window with a cigarette in his hand.

He looked at the smoke and dust rising in the distance, looked down and said, "I'll bet you five dollars, this must be something the Inquisitor has arranged." ”

"We have to do it as soon as possible."

"It's something we want to happen, but we can't let it get worse." He shook his body and continued with a frown: "In this situation, there will be innocent people injured. ”

"To be able to go crazy like this proves that the guy must be in Medellín."

"Hmm!"

Catherine snorted.

"Give Matt a call." Ethan rubbed her head and continued, "I want to know the next plan of action. ”

"We'll talk about that later."

Catherine spat out what was in her mouth, moved her chin and said, "Can you be serious?" ”

"Also, we need to rest."

"After this trip, everyone is already very tired."

"Okay." Ethan shrugged.

Now I really need a little time to rest, and when I was fighting, all the dragons and tigers were fierce, but on the way back, they all turned into shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and even Catherine, who only shot in the back, was so tired that she was out of breath.

Her work may seem easy, but it also requires a high level of focus.

The mental pressure is also enormous.

Not to mention the others, who, as assaulters, face the threat of gunpoint, the pressure is even greater, and the tiredness comes like a tidal wave after the adrenaline effect wears off.

Sandro was shot and Jonathan was slightly wounded.

Even if you sleep for a day, others still need time to recover, and this kind of thing is not rushed.

"Buzz!"

Just then, the phone on the table vibrate.

Motioning for Catherine to relax, he walked over quickly and grabbed his phone, the caller ID was Matt.

"Hey."

Answer the phone and sit down on the couch.

Catherine followed, picking up the beer can and leaning in.

Ethan waved his fingertips and gently scratched at her: "I was about to contact you, the Inquisitor is crazy, he must be in Medellin, what are your plans?" ”

Last night the liver didn't move, it was broken, sorry, it's only 8,000 today.

(End of chapter)