Reality is not as wonderful as in the movie.

The expected explosion and flames did not happen, only the smashed fragments of the motorcycle flew high into the air.

Passers-by next to him ran away screaming.

On the streets of Medellín at night, high-speed fights are still going on.

The tragic scene and the two people who died, can't let the other guy slow down the slightest speed, still step on the accelerator, and fight like this once in a lifetime, no one wants to miss this opportunity.

No money is worse than death.

As for those two guys, they're just unlucky.

Both sides are moving at high speed, and if it was so easy to hit someone, the two people in front would have overturned long ago.

Soon, Ethan proves one thing to his pursuers.

Ordinary people, can't do it.

He could!

Holding the handle of the gun tightly, the Uzi submachine gun in his hand continued to spit out bullets.

There is no need to aim, just press the trigger.

With the feeling in his hand, one bullet after another fell to the ground, leaving small craters one after another, and at the same time, he desperately approached the motorcycle moving at high speed.

The last few bullets successfully rubbed against the rider.

The rapidly spinning warhead broke through the body and tore the organs in the body, leaving the rider in front of his eyes black and his head slamming into the front of the car.

"Don't~~~"

The gunman let out a desperate roar.

"Bang."

The motorcycle fell over, spun like a spinning top on the ground, and crashed under the chassis of a nearby truck with two men.

"Knock."

The truck shook, and the driver was so frightened that he slammed on the brakes.

Poof, watermelon pops!

Ethan gritted his teeth and put the Uzi down.

In automatic mode, the bullets are consumed quickly, and the magazine is emptied after two shuttles.

"Well done."

Looking through the rearview mirror, Catherine saw what was happening behind her and waved her arms vigorously.

"Boom~~~"

Turning a street corner, the Harley-Davidson continued to roar and sped forward.

However, the road suddenly narrowed, the vehicles in front of it slowed down, and on both sides of the road were stainless steel houses like large telephone booths, and there was a living bodhisattva standing every few meters along the street.

These scantily clad Colombian women, with thick legs and fat hips, are the cause of road congestion.

"Find a way."

Catherine licked her lips and hurriedly shouted.

There was a sharp turn behind her, and the car flicked its body and drifted over, and through the rearview mirror, she saw the bloodthirsty gazes of several people inside.

"Ding."

Ethan put the grenade's tab to his mouth, gritted his white teeth, and pulled it out hard.

It takes a few kilograms of pulling force to pull out the latch, and it is generally necessary to operate it with the index finger, not with the mouth, and if you are not careful, you can really pull the teeth out.

But this bite is a piece of cake for Ethan.

"Phew."

Spit out the latch to the side and swing your arm back.

The driver of the car had just turned the steering wheel when he saw a round thing bounce off the windshield.

"Oh my God."

He shouted silently and closed his eyes.

"Bang."

After an explosion, the car crashed into a kiosk on the side of the road, destroying it to pieces.

"Ah~~~"

The screams sounded, and the two people who were playing happily inside instantly separated, one throwing and the other swinging, desperately running away.

On the road, the old man in the car fell down in horror.

The living bodhisattvas on both sides squatted down one after another.

Judging by the skillfulness of the movements, it is not difficult to guess that they should all have a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of thing.

Seeing this, Catherine slammed the brakes.

The two men drew their pistols in unison and pulled the trigger violently on the car, stopping their fingers until several of the people in the car were all lying in a pool of blood.

"Let's go."

Putting the gun away, Ethan patted Catherine on the shoulder.

This place can't stay for long, maybe a living bodhisattva has received the news and is calling someone else to report the news.

Harley-Davidson slammed onto the sidewalk, past the terrified living bodhisattvas.

Leaving behind a puff of exhaust fumes that quickly disappear at the end of the road.

In the sky, a few stars are sparse.

The ground, but it lights up like a galaxy, and the dazzling night view of Medellín will not be boring no matter how many times you see it.

On a hillside, in a wasteland next to a road, a Harley-Davidson motorcycle is parked.

The two sat in the car, smoking cigarettes without taking a sip, and the smoke rose and was quickly blown away by the night wind.

After escaping from the pursuit, the two no longer went to any unsafe houses.

Now, there is nothing stable and safe.

I simply found a secluded place and used an anti-bugging phone to notify the others to come.

"Are you really a Chicago police officer?"

After silently watching the night scene for a while, Catherine couldn't help but ask, "Is it true?" ”

"I don't think I've lied to you so far." Ethan thought for a moment and asked in turn, "Compared to my identity, your profession is more novel, isn't it?" ”

"Female agents, it's really rare."

"I'm curious, what made you choose this profession?"

Catherine's eyes showed a complicated look, as if she remembered something, and she shook her head with a smile: "At first, it was out of some feelings. ”

"Now, it's a habit."

"This habit is not good, it can kill people." Ethan flicked off his cigarette butt, shrugged his shoulders and asked:

"Have you ever thought about quitting?"

"How do I exit?" Catherine's eyes shone in the dimness: "After experiencing these things, do you think that those of us can return to the lives of ordinary people?" ”

Looking at the dazzling night scene below, her pupils reflected like a galaxy:

"Grocery shopping, cooking, having children?"

"This kind of housewife's life." She looked at Ethan, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Do you think I can get by?" ”

Brown hair, fair face with a few faint freckles.

She looks a little pretty and looks like a girl next door, but Ethan knows that this woman is as wild as a female leopard.

In the past few days, there are not a few people who have died in her hands.

People like her really can't live that kind of ordinary life anymore.

"I'm curious."

Catherine licked her lips: "If you are really a city cop as you say you are, how do you adjust your psychology, you know, that feeling of longing to kill?" ”

This guy is really suspicious.

"Whoa."

Ethan took out his mobile phone and clicked on the photo: "See, this is a photo of me when I was awarded, we have learned so many times, so we are good friends, right?" ”

"Why, you'll think I'm lying to you."

"Can I watch it?"

Catherine's fingers trembled as she looked at the phone she handed over.

The people she came into contact with, for the safety of their families, all tried their best to hide their identities, and rarely treated each other so frankly.

(End of chapter)