This level of counterattack was prepared by everyone.

After catching the other party off guard, several people were quickly shifting positions and attacking inside.

Gunshots rang out one after another from three directions.

Death descended on this private estate, brandishing a scythe frantically.

In the center of the building, next to the glass curtain wall on the second floor, a white man in a black suit with a pestle and a cane stood in a daze, his only remaining eye, looking coldly at the bombed-out helicopter.

Bruises rose in his head, and he gripped his crutches tightly.

Unexpectedly, in this case, a huge reward was issued, and the other party actually had the courage to kill the door, and he also carried heavy firepower.

Now, let alone the helicopter breakdown.

Even if it wasn't broken, he didn't dare to try it easily.

RPG rockets can only hit ground targets, if they fly into the air, it will be even more dangerous.

"Sir."

An inch-headed man walked over quickly: "The vehicle is ready, should we retreat first?" ”

"Do you do that?"

The inquisitor glanced coldly at the inch-headed man, and his voice was full of anger: "Madame has invited so many guests over, let them leave in the car first, this is our hospitality." ”

"Understood."

The inch-headed man reacted quickly and quickly turned to leave.

"Click, click."

A woman in a red dress walked from the other side of the hallway, her red heels making a crisp sound on the marble, and she stood still in front of the glass curtain wall in the other direction, gently shaking her red wine glass.

Downstairs, by the pool.

A group of people in swim trunks and bikinis are scrambling to get into the car.

"You're too cold-blooded, aren't you?"

The woman in the red dress took a sip of wine and said without looking back: "If these people know that they are running to death, I don't know what kind of mood they will have." ”

"Bump, bump, bump."

The crutches slammed into the marble floor one after the other.

"Sophia."

The inquisitor walked slowly over with his cane: "Did you cause trouble back?" ”

The tone was cold, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Huh?"

Sophia drank the red wine and tossed it, and the crystal cup fell to the ground and shattered.

"If it weren't for me, I would have been buried alive for a few years." The red dress flicked, Sophia turned around and squinted her eyes and said, "If it weren't for me, would you be able to stand here and talk to me today?" ”

"If it weren't for me."

She took a few steps forward and walked up to the inquisitor: "Can you escape from New York back to Columbia?" ”

With a wave of his arm, he gently pressed it on a flat surface.

Sophia's fingers slammed hard and grabbed fiercely: "Is there something missing, does it make you a coward?" ”

"What about the person who dared to risk his life and fight for this career?"

Severe pain, unspeakable pain.

The Inquisitor's body trembled, and veins rose on his forehead.

He gritted his teeth, the corners of his mouth turned up, and suddenly showed a hideous smile: "You're right, I worked hard to earn back this belongings." ”

"It's not just a few people who can easily destroy it."

"Bang."

A loud bang came from afar.

Listen to the sound, just in the direction not far from the front door.

"Go ahead."

Hearing the expected explosion, Sophia let go of her finger and patted it gently: "Take our people to kill the enemy, peel off their skins, and show your bravery." ”

The Inquisitor did not speak, but nodded.

He walked to the side with his cane to open a wall, revealing a dazzling array of weapons inside, grabbed an M249 light machine gun, and walked steadily downstairs.

Watching the man leave, Sophia sighed.

She moved her red heels, avoided the broken bricks on the floor, and sat down on the living room couch.

Next to the wall, there is a hole.

The violent gunshots kept coming in from the hole, making people feel upset when they heard it.

She picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured it directly into her mouth.

After a while, the sound of small footsteps sounded.

A bald man in a black suit walked up to the sofa and put his hands in front of him: "Madam, the situation has been clarified. ”

"Juan."

Sophia looked up at the bald man.

He is about forty years old, mild-looking, and does not seem to be aggressive, like a housekeeper.

In fact, he is also the great butler of the Blanco family.

This is the assistant left by his father to him, and he is the most faithful old dog of the Blanco family.

"Before, I asked you to tell me." Sophia was not in a hurry to listen to the situation, but crossed Erlang's legs, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded: "What is his reaction?" ”

"Sir didn't tell me directly." Juan bowed and said:

"But he's got a few people in place, and he's been searching for your friend's whereabouts today."

"Man, you can't be tempted." Sophia lifted the wine bottle and smiled helplessly: "Unexpectedly, the mutilation of his body made him lose his sense of proportion, and I dared to meddle in my affairs." ”

Her eyes were dazed, and after taking a sip of red wine, she regained her clarity:

"That person, how was the interrogation?"

"It's the CIA." Juan's voice was still so steady: "According to what he said, this time, it was for Mr. ”

“CIA！”

Sophia repeated the name, her fingers trembling slightly.

The once powerful predecessor was destroyed by the efforts of the CIA, and she didn't think that she could be more powerful than that person.

I finally know who is doing it to the Blanco family these days.

In her heart, she suddenly retreated.

Being targeted by those people, even if they can knock people back this time, it's useless, these guys have a powerful agency behind them, and they can't fight at all.

"Inform your own people."

Sophia looked at Juan and ordered in a deep voice: "Let them retreat, if things are not right, we will leave immediately." ”

"Okay, the CIA?" Juan asked in a whisper:

"Do you need to kill?"

"If we're leaving, let's spare him." Sophia waved her hand and said casually, "I don't want to be chased around the world by those bastards." ”

"Hmm." Juan nodded and continued to ask:

"Sir?"

"Don't inform him." Sovia's cold face was illuminated by the flickering gunfire outside the house, and she said faintly: "The CIA comes here, and if you don't leave something for them, those people won't give up." ”

Outside, there was a fierce shootout.

Ethan made his way through the small horse farm and quickly approached the house in the middle.

The rifle in his hand burst out from time to time.

One by one, under the snapping of his fingers, he fell to the ground.

There are people hiding in the shadows, and with the help of night vision devices and radar, he also turns them out one by one and harvests their lives.

"Bang."

Explosions rang out, and the battle intensified.

At the end of their rope, these personal guards began to fight back frantically under the command of the Inquisitor.

They don't know the identities of these people at all, and they don't even know whether they should surrender or not, if it is a hostile force, the end of surrender may be even worse, since they can't escape now, they can only fight to the death.

"Da-da-da-da."

In front, tongues of fire suddenly erupted.

Ethan moved like a ghost, quickly ducked behind a large tree, and pulled out the grenade that had been placed on him.

"Bang."

In the distance, a crisp sound of gunfire was heard.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the head of the man holding the AK exploded.

Needless to say, it's Catherine's credit.

As the crowd rushed inside, she also climbed into the wall in order to get a better shooting vision.

"How's my marksmanship?"

In the headset, Catherine's triumphant voice sounded.

"Not bad."

Ethan, who didn't know where she was hiding, raised his arm and gave a thumbs up.

"You two."

Phillips' hurried voice sounded: "If you have time to chat, can you support me." ”

In the direction in which he and Matt were advancing, four or five gunmen formed a crossfire, which pressed them into a dilemma, and they could only cling to the back of the tree and listen to the bullets flying by, and it would be fun to have a rocket at this time.

"Ding."

The grenade ring was pulled out by Ethan: "Come right away, send you some gifts." ”

As several people rushed inside, the distance between them continued to close, and from their own direction, they could just see a few gunmen hiding in flower beds, houses, and low walls.

"Huh."

The grenade was easily thrown a few tens of meters away and fell next to the gunners.

And this was just the beginning, three grenades, one after another.

"Bang bang bang."

Several figures were swept away by the blast wave.

Severed limbs, and splatters of blood mist, this scene has an alternative beauty in the light emitted by the villa.

Hearing the gunshots, Matt and Phillips, who were hiding, shifted their positions, and they quickly dispersed to the side, the last thing they could do now was to stay in one place for too long.

As we get closer to the middle villa, the difficulty of the attack skyrockets.

The guards just now had already noticed that on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, the black-haired man was carrying an RPG and following Matt's figure as he moved, with a sharp glow in his eyes.

"Bang."

On the door of the brain, there is a small hole.

The man's eyes darkened, his body fell backwards, but his fingers were still pressing, and with a thud, rockets flew up the ceiling, shattering the corners of the house.

"Ahh

Countless shattered masonry fell with a scream.

"Bump."

The man in black fell heavily to the grass, his whole body was dripping with blood, and he was also broken, and he looked at the crumbling stones on the roof, and his eyes became desperate.

They all got up, and the whole person lay down.

He could still be beaten by someone, his chest rose and fell sharply, and tears of grievance flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Poof."

Stones the size of a human head fell, smashing watermelons and splashing juice everywhere.

Falling, not only stones.

Several figures also fell together.

Ethan swapped into a magazine and sped out from behind the trunk, and the AR15 fired gunfire, killing all the people who were guarding the roof.

In order to prevent Allen's affair from happening again, he is now firing on all cylinders.

The guns in his hands are not missing.

As long as there is a place where a figure is flashing, a few bullets will hit it in an instant.

Within his shooting range, bullets flew out like a storm, and the Blanco family's personal guards fell one after another, and in just a few seconds, he killed more than a dozen people.

As soon as the magazine was empty, he immediately took off the grenade.

Excellent physical fitness, let him incarnate a bomb throwing machine, the grenade flew out of the distance, and landed exactly where it should go, and the explosions sounded one after another, blowing up a group of people on their backs.

The originally tight defense line was destroyed in an instant.

"Fack!"

Seeing this, Matt scolded excitedly, and he looked at Phillips who was hiding next to him: "Where did you know such a mother to provoke Fack?" ”

This level of killing made his scalp tingle.

This kind of person, if only he were under his own hands.

"You're the mom Farke."

Before Phillips could speak, Ethan's voice rang out in the headset: "Dare to speak ill of me, be careful that I give you a small gift." ”

Matt reacted at this time, and the other party could hear his own words.

Phillips smiled at him and shrugged.

In the distance, Catherine was hiding in the corner of the stable, looking at the person who was blown away by the bang, she smashed her mouth, no wonder the guy kept stuffing grenades into herself just now, this attack force is like.

Like, that's something.

As fast as the wind, as fierce as a tiger.

Thinking of this, she shuddered and clamped her thighs tightly.

Earlier, Ethan replied to Matt's words, but the movement of his hand did not stop, pulling out the third spare magazine, slamming it into the magazine well, and then like a furious chainsaw, tearing through the defense line and bursting under the pool.

The arm was raised, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the second floor.

A touch of red dress fluttered.

Behind the glass curtain wall, Sophia was holding two submachine guns and was looking over in shock.

Neither of them, did not pull the trigger.

Despite wearing night vision devices, wearing a bulletproof vest and a bulletproof helmet, the exposed face and the feeling of smiling at the corners of his mouth made Sophia easily recognize the guy in front of him.

She was cursing the bastard in front of her in the most vicious Colombian slang.

I looked for him in the hotel for two days, but I didn't expect to meet again, but I rushed into my house with a gun, like a brute, and destroyed my home to pieces.

She snorted and put the two submachine guns down.

Red heels, take a step forward.

Sophia took a breath and held her chest high, a night breeze pouring through the hole, her bright red skirt trembling on her.

In both hands, carrying a submachine gun.

A cold face, looking out the window defiantly.

After hesitating for two seconds, Ethan lowered the muzzle of the gun, but finally couldn't bear to pull the trigger.

It's dead, it's alive.

This time, look at her own creation.

In this battle alone, even if she can get away with it, Sofia Blanco should never be able to make waves again.

The moment Ethan lowered the muzzle, Sovia smiled brightly, threw the submachine gun in her right hand to the ground, pursed her flaming red lips, and gave a flying kiss below.

She walked quickly and quickly disappeared behind the curtains.

This woman is crazy.

"It's you."

There was a burst of cheers.

Inside the pool, on the verandah, the Inquisitor looked at Ethan condescendingly with an M249 light machine gun.

One eye, bloodshot.

Unexpectedly, this guy dared to take the initiative to find the door.

"Ah!!h

The Inquisitor, in a state of grief and indignation, threw away his crutches, let out a frenzied roar, and pulled the trigger with all his might.

The three people standing behind him were also carrying AK rifles.

Four gunfires rang out violently.

The bullets struck with rage and madness.

(End of chapter)