With the blessing of night vision devices, the left vision is green.

On the right, only a black shadow can be seen.

One by one, the images ghostly touched forward.

Walking in front of the delta, the left vision was clearly visible, and everyone soon came to the front of the one-man high hole, and the beard walked in the front, only to see him take out a dagger from his lap and touch it.

In the tunnel, there are two points of light.

I could still hear complaints faintly, but I couldn't understand them in Spanish.

The meaning is very different, and it should also be talking about the things on duty.

"Hiss~"

A burst of water mist erupted, and two points of light disappeared one after the other.

Listening to the sound in the headset, the followers quickly followed, down the steps, and soon smelled blood.

Two corpses, limp to the ground.

In the dimly lit tunnels, it looks particularly scary.

Kate, who was walking in front of her, paused and glanced back.

In the night vision, her nervous face glows green.

Ethan patted her on the shoulder and motioned for the other party to move forward, but fortunately he couldn't see what he was now, and he didn't dare to imagine the green and shiny image.

Descend the stairs for some distance and pass over a corpse.

In front, a blinding light appeared.

After turning the corner, Ethan immediately folded the night vision device up.

Underneath the main passage, light bulbs are installed on the walls every few meters, emitting a dim glow.

Several deltas crouched against the wall, they remained motionless, waiting for instructions for their next move, and two forks, one left and one right, appeared in front of them, and these people waited quietly in front of the fork.

When she saw the fork, Kate was stunned.

According to today's map clues, there should only be one road to the left.

The beard is like a door god, guarding the passage on the right.

Stunned, she continued to move forward.

It's just that when he came to the front of the beard, he was dragged to a stop by Ethan, and pulled and pressed to the side and squatted.

In just a moment, her forehead was already covered with sweat.

"Boom."

Ethan tapped her helmet lightly, but didn't speak, just carried the M4 with the muffler on and continued to walk forward, and the beard saw him coming, and immediately stepped aside.

The order to do so was to hold the entrance to the passage on the right, and only two people were allowed to pass.

Although I don't know what the other party wants to do, it's certainly not ordinary.

"Kill those moms and mess with Fak."

As Ethan passed by, he nodded slightly, his eyes full of admiration: "You must be fine." ”

"Thank you."

Whispering his thanks, Ethan scurried to the left.

Sandro in the back also quickly followed, and the subtle footsteps of the two people gradually faded away and soon disappeared from the field of vision.

"Fake."

Kate's heart was beating wildly, and she was about to get up with a curse.

There were only two of them, and in her opinion it was too dangerous, and Ethan needed support.

"Don't move."

Reggie, who was next to her, grabbed her and whispered, "We have our mission, he has his mission, and you don't even know what he's going to do." ”

"Even if you get in the past, how can you help?"

These guys are secretive, and that department is also known for its mystery.

Truth be told, Reggie didn't want her to follow either.

If one is not careful, it is easy to get involved in some conspiracy events.

Ordinary people don't know how to die.

Kate gritted her teeth, remembering what Ethan had just said to herself, she exhaled softly and looked across the page.

On the opposite side, Matt was also leaning against the wall, his eyes shining at the light bulb overhead.

The atmosphere at the scene was particularly suffocating.

Everyone was nervously waiting for Matt's order, and without him, nothing could be done now.

"Poof~~~"

The dull sound of gunfire came from the tunnel on the right.

This voice made everyone present tremble, Matt immediately waved the attack gesture, and the deltas quickly rushed to the left.

Seeing this, Kate and Reggie hurriedly followed.

When she came to the fork, she glanced at her beard, and the other side was expressionless, stuck in this position.

The gunfire suddenly became violent, and Kate didn't have the heart to think about it at this time.

She grabbed her gun and plunged headlong into the tunnel on the left.

Along the tunnel, the surrounding walls are reinforced with iron mesh and steel frames to prevent sudden collapse.

From time to time, there was a sound of dripping water, and there was a stuffy smell in the air.

When I came here, there were no guards on the road.

Some distance further on, hearing the cacophony of conversation and urging, Ethan stopped and waited for Sandro to step forward.

The two looked at each other and turned off the communication system in unison.

The next thing is inconvenient for others to hear.

"It's telling them to hurry up."

Sandro knew he couldn't understand Spanish, and explained in a low voice: "Saying that the appointed time is almost up, and if you can't send it in time, everyone will be in trouble." ”

"Hmm."

Ethan smiled and nodded, "Then we really have to hurry." ”

On the radar, there were eight people.

The gang was all gathered together and walked back and forth like a nest of ants.

In this case, it is convenient to do it yourself.

Picking up the M4 and walking slowly up the steps, the line of sight suddenly opened up, and above it was a storeroom-like place, where several people with guns on their backs were carrying things to a cart.

It's a police SUV with a white and green livery.

The seats in the back have been removed, and a large stack of items wrapped up in red plastic has been piled on top of it.

There is still a little left of the pallet on the ground.

A few people inside were sweating profusely.

Standing next to him was a bald man in uniform with a badge on his shoulder, smoking a cigarette comfortably, but when he looked at the pile of things in front of him, there was no desire in his eyes.

There are some things that you can't touch.

can be arranged to escort these things, and everyone in his family is naturally under the control of the sole dealer.

Ethan slowly stretched out his gun and looked at the gang with a sneer.

Arranging for law enforcement officers to transport sole proprietorship and sole proprietorship can be regarded as creative, and it is often unguarded internally, and everything is handy.

Next to him, Sandro also walked up.

The gang was so busy that they didn't notice anything unusual.

No one could have imagined that in the safest place, someone would quietly break in.

"Huh~"

Ethan put his finger on the trigger and whistled loudly at the gang.

This voice is also a little teasing.

Some people looked at it blankly, while others became stiff.

What I saw were two tiny flames.

"Puff~"

Ethan and Sandro opened fire together, and the bullet flew into the gang's body in an instant, tearing the clothes and exploding the blood mist with it.

The two of them fired frantically as they strode forward.

Empty shells thrown out, clanging drops.

The trigger was quickly pulled, and in just two or three seconds, all seven people were killed.

Without any chance to react, the sound of falling to the ground sounded one after another.

"Whew~"

The bald man stood stunned and subconsciously exhaled the smoke in his mouth.

"Poof."

Ethan's muzzle moved down, and he pulled the trigger sharply.

A wisp of warm liquid splashed and landed on the bald man's face, and he blinked slowly a few times.

Sandro's cold eyes stared at him deadly, and the gun in his hand made the guy dare not move, as if it would spray a deadly bullet at any moment, taking away the extremely fragile life in an instant.

The sound is not stopped, and the guns are replenished.

After sending a bullet to everyone lying on the ground, Ethan lowered the muzzle of his gun.

"I look at this man."

Not bothering to count how many rounds of ammunition were left, he pulled out the empty magazine and loaded the spare ones: "You go and check it, otherwise you will be easily cold." ”

"Get down."

The last sentence was addressed to the bald man.

Some simple words, the other party can still hear clearly, this guy hurriedly threw away the cigarette, and lay on the ground with his head in his hands.

He looked at the people who had fallen beside him and the blood that was spreading.

Breathing became rapid, and eyes were closed.

Sandro didn't have a big deal, and quickly searched the storehouse with his gun.

Watching him do his useless work, Ethan shrugged his shoulders.

Whether there are other people in it, it's clear on the radar, but if you don't branch Sandro away, how can you do it yourself, money, there is no time for too much.

Inside the police car, it was full of packages.

Well, don't take it for nothing.

Take it from the people, use it for the people, and you can be regarded as a people~

Thinking of this, Ethan smiled.

Staring at the guy lying on the ground, he walked over quickly, grabbed the package with both hands, and squeezed it hard.

Very familiar, it is the feel of a bunch of money stacked together.

According to Guillermo, the left side is usually the dumping of unique items, while the right side is the delivery of valuables, cash, cash, and things like cash.

Sure that it was not flour, he immediately collected it into the space.

While collecting, I lifted it to the ground.

There are so many heavy objects falling down the whole building, and there is no need to bring the money with you.

After a while, Matt will bring someone over to receive him.

"Confirmed."

Sandro walked over briskly with a gun: "There shouldn't be anyone else in there." ”

"Good."

Ethan looked at the vacated body, clapped his hands, and closed the tailgate with a bang: "Very good, then let's go." ”

Grinning and the sun is shining.

"Bang."

He turned around and kicked the guy lying on the ground again: "Get up, don't play dead." ”

"Ah~"

After a cry of pain, the Mexican policeman scrambled to his feet, still babbling something.

Sandro put a silencer against his neck, and the guy instantly became honest.

"Listen, it's not aimed at you."

Sandro pulled out the gun from his waist and threw it away, and said in Spanish: "I need you to continue to do what you used to do, take these things to Diaz, understand?" ”

"Diaz?"

Sweat ran down his forehead as the Mexican policeman raised his hands and said, "I don't know who you are." ”

"I'm kindly suggesting that those people should not be provoked."

"Me too."

Sandro grabbed the gun in his hand and pushed it hard: "Do you want to try it?" ”

Hearing this, the bald man shook his head quickly.

There's no need to try this kind of thing.

At Sandro's signal, the bald man sat in the driver's seat in a tangled way, and Ethan quickly slipped into the back seat and pressed the muzzle of the gun against the back of the seat.

As for Sandro, he crouched at the co-pilot's foot.

He raised his pistol and pointed diagonally at the other man's lower abdomen:

"Don't do anything stupid."

"Trust me, if you don't cooperate, the first person to die will be you."

"Understood."

The bald man took a deep breath, started the vehicle, and slowly drove out of the factory.

As he got outside, Ethan looked to the left.

There was a rush of gunfire over there, and it should be in full swing depending on the situation, hoping that they could take it smoothly.

This gunshot also attracted the attention of the bald man.

The sound of fried beans kept ringing, and his heart suddenly sank.

The sweat on his head came more urgently.

But at this time, he had no choice but to do what these people wanted, and as the steering wheel turned, the vehicle drove onto the road, leaving the gunfire far behind.

Inside the car, it was unusually quiet.

Inside the ear, you can only hear the wind noise of the car moving.

Thick clouds obscured both the stars and the moon, and the night in Mexico was as thick as ink, with only the front of the vehicle illuminated as if it were day.

After driving quietly for more than ten minutes, the bald man began to speak.

Sandro exchanged a few words with him, and then nodded to Ethan:

"The place of the joint, it's coming soon."

Ethan silently lowered the window, stepped on the seat with one foot, and raised the M4 diagonally in his hand, ready to burst out at any time.

A few minutes later, I saw the light of the front headlights.

On a wasteland next to the highway, a Ford van is parked.

Several people were standing at the front of the car, all of them in shape, with scarlet points of light appearing in their hands from time to time, and puffs of smoke were sprayed out.

One of them wears a delicate silver suit.

Black curly hair, shiny and oily.

When he saw the police car that appeared in his field of vision, he immediately raised it with one hand and shook it back and forth.

Ethan's eyes narrowed, this person was Diaz.

It was also the person Kate wanted to get rid of, and they exploded together, killing the three SWAT officers in Phoenix, and more than 30 corpses were found in just one house.

This guy is ruthless in the truest sense of the word.

Looking at the slowly approaching police car, Diaz smugly bit his cigar.

No matter who wants to do something to him this time, as long as there are things in the car, there will be everything under his command and arms, and if it's a big deal, he will change the business to another place.

As long as it can be supplied, there will be no shortage of markets there.

"Poof."

In the quiet of the night, the gunfire was particularly noticeable.

A splash of blood splashed on his face, and the cigar was also extinguished, and Diaz stood dumbfounded, not reacting for a moment.

"Bang."

Another muffled gunshot rang out, and the men standing beside him exploded with a bang.

Diaz's hair stood on end, and he ran backwards.

"Puff~"

As soon as the vehicle approached, Ethan hooked his foot on the base of the chair in front of him, leaned out, and fired wildly at the few people standing.

Bullets flew out with a roar, knocking two people out in quick succession.

The muzzle of the gun was offset, and despite the silencer, the flames were still conspicuous, constantly devouring the life in front of them.

There were two more left, and they quickly touched the back of their waists.

A few bullets followed, like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, knocking them all over.

(End of chapter)