Inside Cadillac, everyone held their breath.

The sunlight fell on the back of his hand, slightly hot, and Ethan flicked the ash of his cigarette and smoked his cigarette calmly.

Now, it's not time to do it.

In the headset, the voices of the two people communicating continued to sound.

"This time, you're going to get another $30,000 out." The old black in the fisherman's hat looked at the club manager and said viciously, "This is the cost of wiping your ass, understand?" ”

"Also, your share will be canceled directly next month."

"If there are deaths or injuries in my people, and then I postpone it, business is business, and there is no emotion to talk about."

The club manager raised his hands and nodded helplessly.

This bastard deducts money at every turn.

Always talking about business is business, as if it was some kind of wise proverb, he has long been unpleasant, damn, now let's go to prison to talk about business.

It's better to go to jail than to fill in a lake.

Thinking of this, he sighed: "I understand, hurry up." ”

"Now, I just want to get things done."

"Hmm."

The old black in the fisherman's hat nodded in satisfaction, reached out and twitched his waist, and the silver pistol appeared in his hand.

He did this as if he were giving an order.

On the two cars, one in front and one behind, seven or eight old blacks came down from Hulala, all of them picked up all kinds of guns in their hands, and the drums loaded on them were particularly conspicuous.

These old blacks all look fierce and vicious.

They don't care that it's blue and white, and they don't even wear a hood on their faces, which can be regarded as extremely arrogant.

In the car, there is no one left.

It's also stupid.

The club manager looked at the gang and sweated his palms.

His body slammed, his eyes blinked a few times, as if, it seemed, maybe, that bastard didn't tell him when to do it, when he should dodge.

Thinking of this, his bladder ached.

"There are nine gunmen in total, with heavy firepower." Ethan pressed the walkie-talkie hard and said hurriedly:

"Everyone, be careful, do it!"

With his order, the tailgates of two Ford vans opened first in the small parking lot opposite the factory, next to Cadillac.

Tactical SWAT squads, armed to the teeth, emerge from within.

There were more than a dozen people in the two vans, all dressed in black uniforms, body armor, bulletproof helmets, and blast shields.

Under the command of the squad commander, he quickly rushed forward.

Due to the abundance of time, and based on the principle that it is a waste to have the right not to use, Ethan transferred to the SWAT tactical team.

With these hammers, why don't you use them?

There are only a few people in his intelligence group, so why bother to shoot hard.

At this time, of course, it is necessary to bully less with more.

Dropping the walkie-talkie, Ethan pulled out his python revolver with a swoop, and the intelligence department quickly followed, all of them wearing body armor and armed assault rifles.

More than 20 people formed a half-encirclement and surrounded the front.

"Chicago Police!"

"Put the gun down."

"Put down your gun, don't force me to say it a second time."

"Kneel, kneel!"

There was a burst of shouting, which frightened all the gun-wielding bandits.

More than 20 sturdy men with assault rifles and submachine guns rushed out from behind the cars, slowly approaching, and the black muzzles of their guns glowed in the sunlight.

The equipment on his body brings a strong sense of oppression.

"Smack."

An AK fell to the ground, and the old black legs of the flower turban were weak, and he lay down on the ground, honestly holding his head with both hands.

They are reckless, but they are not stupid.

After squatting for a few years or more than ten years, it will come out, so why take dozens of shots.

This action triggers a chain reaction.

The rest of the men obediently threw away their guns and knelt down obediently.

With the exception of one person, the Bucket Hat instantly reacted that he had been betrayed by the club manager, and he was so angry that he quickly grabbed the manager who wanted to escape.

The gun in his hand hit the opponent's jaw fiercely.

"Stand back!"

The Fisherman's Hat roared excitedly, his saliva splashing: "Spread it all out for me, or I'll kill him." ”

As the chief commander on the scene, everyone looked at Ethan.

And, of course, club managers.

"Don't shoot."

The manager waved his hands quickly and looked at Ethan pleadingly, "Please, don't come closer." ”

Next to it, a person fell on his stomach.

Only this guy in front of him is still resisting.

"No, let him shoot."

Ethan raised his arm, and the silver python slipped out of a flash of light: "I'll drive with him." ”

"It's okay, he will die with you."

"Go in peace, don't be afraid."

As soon as these words came out, everyone, including the tactical SWAT team, looked at Ethan in confusion, wondering what kind of operation this was.

The club manager, in particular, was in the dark.

He had a hunch that what the other party said was not a joke.

"Haha."

With a chuckle, Ethan strode over, and the muzzle of the gun was firmly aimed at the head of the fisherman's hat: "Is the hat on your head stupid to put you on, are you holding this person hostage, are you sure you can blackmail me?" ”

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be with you, right?"

"Fake."

The Fisherman's Hat cursed angrily and threw away his pistol.

None of the people here are civilians, and the police or the guy in front of them don't care about the life or death of the club manager at all.

This point was quickly figured out by him.

"Shet."

The club manager also cursed in a sad and angry voice, and his feet went weak and he collapsed on the ground.

"Handcuffed."

Ethan flicked a spear and stuck the python firmly into the holster.

The bucket hat is smiling and his head is in his hands.

He allowed Russec and Aatwater to pick him up, and said indifferently: "Come on, get me to prison." ”

Ethan inexplicably, felt that he gave people a sense of fearlessness.

BFI, Chase Room.

Ethan was chatting with Olinsky, their expressions relaxed and happy.

No matter what happened this time, this guy named Lan has been caught, and a group of people have been arrested by the way, and this trafficking network has been destroyed.

The rest is to take advantage of the victory and pursue.

"You listen to me."

Ethan played with the stapler, shrugged his shoulders and said, "In the evening, just send a bouquet of flowers, it's not enough." ”

"Book a restaurant, the atmosphere is better."

"Well, it's important to give you and Meredith a little bit of a feeling of being in love."

"Hmm."

Olinsky snorted and quickly shook his head: "Don't, it's all old husbands and wives." ”

As he spoke, he was still a little embarrassed.

He adheres to the old-school man's style, and he is still relatively introverted in terms of feelings.

"In terms of pickling girls, you listen to me."

Ethan waved his hand and said non-deniably: "It's really not good, it's okay to listen to Rusek, don't think that it's your wife and you don't need to give some surprises." ”

(End of chapter)