In the wilderness, gunfire spread far away.

Several people were crackled and knocked over in front of their eyes, and the bright red mist rose high.

This kind of scene makes the bald man's brain twitch.

"Haha~"

Looking at Diaz running backwards, Ethan grinned.

You kid, you can run faster than a bullet?

The finger pressed the trigger, and a string of bullets flew out, knocking out puffs of smoke and dust from the dirt in front of Diaz.

"Fake."

With an angry scolding, Diaz stopped abruptly.

He raised his hands in the air, not knowing what words he was shouting loudly, hurried and at the same time full of fear and warning.

"Huh~~~"

The bald man slammed on the brakes, and the tires rubbed violently against the gravel wasteland for some distance before coming to a slam stop.

Ethan held the body of the gun and shook it a few times

"I've done what you wanted."

He let go of the steering wheel with both hands, looked ahead, and continued to shout in Spanish: "Please, I'll act as if nothing happened, I still have it at home." ”

"Poof."

Sandro held the silencer against the bald head and pulled the trigger hard.

Bullets flew out, knocking the black policeman over in an instant.

Too lazy to take a look, Sandro pushed the co-pilot's door open, moved his squatting thighs and jumped down.

"Shet."

Something splashed on Ethan's gloves, and he shouted helplessly, "You guy, it's disgusting." ”

Looking at the driver, whose head was tilted against the window, Ethan shook his head and got out of the car.

"Do you know who I am?"

Diaz raised his hands and yelled, "You want money? ”

"I can give as much as I want."

Sandro strode over and searched his body, and after throwing away the pistol on his body, he punched the other party in the stomach: "Diaz, of course I know you, do you recognize me?" ”

"Ahh

The punch made Diaz cry out in pain.

He fell to one knee in pain, coughed violently, and felt like his intestines were going to be broken.

Immediately after being grabbed by the hair, he looked up in pain.

"Sandro."

Seeing the person in front of him, Diaz forgot about the pain, and his pupils contracted violently: "It's you?" ”

"That's right, that's me."

Sandro put the silencer against Diaz's eyes and said sharply: "Two choices, first, you take me to Fausto, and I will spare your family." ”

"Second, I'll find your family."

"What happened to my family, I will double it on your family, come on, make your choice."

When he speaks, with a monstrous hatred.

No matter how he chooses, Diaz is a dead end, and the only thing he can do is choose to keep Fausto or keep his family.

Looking into the other man's eyes, Diaz knew that there was no chance of survival.

As a competitor, he knows what happened to the other party, and he also understands that there is no room for recovery from the hatred in the middle, money is meaningless to the person in front of him, and everyone is not a person who is short of money.

"I see."

Diaz said in a cold sweat: "I will take you to Fausto, but you have to swear to your family that you will not touch my family." ”

"Bang."

Sandro knocked him over with a knee and stomped on his neck: "No problem, I swear." ”

"Hmm~"

Diaz was overwhelmed by the trampling and could only let out a muffled grunt.

It was seconds before Sandro let go of his foot.

He wiped the sweat from his face and nodded to Ethan, who was standing behind him silently smoking.

"Then hurry up."

Ethan immediately threw the gun behind his back and pointed at several corpses on the ground.

Although it is remote, it is not excluded that there will be passing vehicles, and the scene must be cleaned up simply so as not to leave too many traces.

Sandro tied up Diaz and then carried the body with Ethan.

When he shot it, he frowned, and when he cleaned it up, he frowned, and after throwing the corpses into the bushes on the side of the road, Ethan sighed and sat in the blood-spattered police SUV.

Drove a short distance outside to hide it.

After everything was done, he changed into a Ford van, the same way he held the other party hostage just now.

Diaz pulled out a few tissues and wiped his face clean.

He took a few deep breaths and started the vehicle away, and the light and shadow cleared, and only the blood and empty bullet casings on the ground testified to what had just happened.

Even if someone passes by, they will assume that they don't see it.

This kind of thing is also commonplace in Mexico's border areas.

After asking if there was still more than half an hour to get there, Ethan lowered the window and silently smoked the cigarette in his hand, watching the smoke drift into the night, soothing his nervous nerves.

By this time, Matt and Kate's work should have been done.

The seized items may be being moved back.

This time, so many people participated, and there were more people involved in all aspects.

So Matt is not easy to operate, don't count on the money he just got out of the car, but he has taken enough money, and he can't be too greedy.

Thinking of this, he grinned.

As the minutes ticked by, Sandro's breath grew hotter.

From time to time, the image of the time when I found out that my family had been killed flashed in my mind, and then I remembered that when I took my daughter to play, she sounded a silver bell-like laughter, and all kinds of images were mixed and intertwined.

The hand that held the gun trembled.

"Sandro."

A loud shout woke him up.

"Huh?"

He hurriedly raised his head, his breathing was short, and his back was instantly drenched with sweat.

"You have to calm down."

Looking at Sandrobu's bloodshot eyes, Ethan said in a deep voice, "Otherwise, I will knock you unconscious and throw you on the side of the road, and then I will come back and give it to you when I take Fausto's head." ”

This guy was very wrong just now, and the hand holding the gun was shaking all the time.

The wobble muzzle scared Diaz to death.

Such a state of mind, given what to do later, is not a good thing.

"I'm sorry."

Sandro swallowed, threw a few pieces of gum into his mouth, and chewed vigorously: "Don't worry, what happened just now won't happen again." ”

"Smack."

With that, he slapped himself hard in the face.

The whole person also woke up instantly.

Ethan nodded, and said no more, afraid that people would not know it, and now it seemed that he still knew what he was doing.

When Sandro came to his senses, he began to inquire about the security arrangements at Fausto's residence.

The situation inside, Diaz is also basically clear.

He did not hide this.

1510 told all the information inside, and finally begged Sandro to let his family go, some things didn't happen to him, and he wouldn't know the pain.

Now, Diaz feels that fear.

As the vehicle sped away, it soon came to a large manor.

The cameras that appeared every once in a while on the outer wall, as well as the high-voltage power grid on the wall, made Ethan lower his body down.

Using Diaz to infiltrate this trick is really ingenious.

Otherwise, it would be a big problem just how to enter, let alone how to find this rather secluded manor.

Diaz turned the wheel and drove in from the private road.

The wide villa not far away was brightly lit, and after three tosses and turns, now it finally came to the place.

Inspecting the equipment on his body again, Ethan also broke out a little sweat.

I felt that my body was slightly hot and a little excited.

Turning a corner and slowing down, he lowered the window and pulled out Glock, which was stuck in his chest.

The jet-black silencer slowly stretched out.

Behind a large tree in front of him, a black shadow flashed, and then the light of the flashlight flickered and flickered.

The sentry guy was holding a submachine gun in front of him and a walkie-talkie in his hand.

"There's another person behind the tree."

Diaz stepped on the car and was very cooperative in order to let the other party spare his family, and said in a voice that the people in the car could hear: "If you want to do it, make sure to kill that person too." ”

"Sir, you're back."

As Ming Sentry approached them, he raised his hand to greet them: "Are things still going well?" ”

Sandro, who was crouching under his seat, heard footsteps getting closer, and the pistol hit Diaz in the stomach, telling him to quickly send the man away.

"That's not a question you should ask."

Diaz turned his head sideways and said to Ming Whistle with an unkind expression, "Pay attention to your identity." ”

"I'm sorry."

Ming Sentry hurriedly grabbed the walkie-talkie: "It's Mr. Diaz, no problem." ”

"Okay."

Inside the walkie-talkie, a response mixed with electrical noise sounded.

Ming Sentry nodded and walked back.

"Poof, poof."

Two faint flashes of fire, Mingshao fell to the ground, and the person behind the tree trunk who took advantage of the opportunity to move his body was also shot in the head cleanly.

Pushing the car door, Ethan walked briskly towards the sentry.

Pick up the walkie-talkie in his hand, plug it into the bulletproof vest, and return to the car.

"Are you sure there's no video surveillance inside?"

Listening carefully to the voice over the walkie-talkie, Ethan asked, "I hope you have a good memory." ”

"Nope."

Diaz was active in Phoenix, so he naturally knew English, and he shook his head slowly: "You can ask Sandro, where we people live, the surveillance and defense have always been only facing the outside. ”

"That's generally the case."

Sandro nodded, whispering in agreement.

In fact, not only them, but Ethan is the same, and the monitoring of the home only involves the peripheral area.

No one wants to be stared at by cameras in their daily lives, especially people of their status, who are lawless and extravagant, and of course they don't like the feeling of being monitored.

Diaz took a deep breath and continued to turn the wheel.

The further he went, the closer he knew his death was coming, but at this time, there was nothing he could do.

When the vehicle passed through an iron gate, under the control of the monitoring room, the iron gate slowly opened, and Diaz's head was dizzy for a while, and he instinctively stepped on the accelerator and drove in.

Now in his brain, he can't think about anything.

"Slow down."

Ethan saw what he saw and quickly put his pistol to Diaz's neck.

The latter's body trembled, and a smell of urine permeated.

"What's going on?"

Ethan swallowed his saliva and whispered, "Why are there so many cars parked here?" ”

Hearing this, Sandro hurriedly got up.

He was also a little surprised when he saw what he saw.

On the tree-lined driveway in front of the villa, luxury cars are parked staggeredly, and there are more than 20 of them.

Security guards who patrol and shuttle back and forth between vehicles.

The light of the flashlight, strafing everywhere.

In the oversized single-family villa, which Ethan thought was about the size of a football field, there was music and laughter from time to time, and the smell of barbecue could be heard in his nose.

"Don't you know?"

Diaz regained some sanity and said puzzledly: "There was a big chaos in Juarez the day before yesterday, and a lot of people from all sides died. ”

"Tonight, Fausto has brought over several of the group's people."

"This time, I want to calm things down."

The people below are playing dog brains, and the people above are drinking and talking and laughing, which is also their means of resolving disputes many times.

Of course, most of the people who were invited over were deputies.

In order to ensure safety, they will also have the necessary precautions, and everyone will come with elite men, which is why there are so many vehicles parked outside.

After listening to Diaz's explanation, Ethan wiped a handful of sweat.

This joke is a bit too big.

It was originally the Longtan Tiger's Den, but now it is a big party for the lone owl.

There are more than 20 cars parked outside, which means that there are now 100 gunners in this villa, and those who can be brought here are all guys with two brushes.

"Then again."

Diaz asked puzzled, "I don't understand, just the two of you?" ”

"Are you sure you're not here to die?"

Ethan gritted his teeth and asked in a cold voice, "In this case, why didn't you say it just now?" ”

"Me."

Diaz pulled over and stammered, "You pointed a gun at me, I forgot." ”

"Poof."

Ethan pursed his lips and shot him dead.

Blood splattered on the steering wheel, and Diaz fell forward, about to press on.

Sandro was prepared, and quickly reached out to support his head and pressed the guy back into his seat.

Ethan looked at Diaz's body with a blank face and stuffed the pistol into the bulletproof vest, since he forgot it, then forget it completely!

This bastard, intentionally or unintentionally, leads himself into a pit.

"Okay."

Sandro exhaled heavily and clenched his hands tightly: "Let's go back!"

Now that he has come here, his enemy is in the villa, and he will drive away without firing a shot, making him pinch his nails into his palms, and his expression is very unwilling.

However, there were dozens or hundreds of gunners in it.

Although he spent money, he knew that Ethan was not short of money, and the five million dollars could not make the other party desperate.

The other party is also his friend.

Ethan can't be forced to do an impossible task for himself.

"Where are you going back?"

Ethan checked the equipment on his body and said in a muffled voice, "Aren't you going to kill Fausto?" ”

M4 spare magazines, and two more.

Glock also has two, plus a dozen grenades, and there is also a lot of equipment in the space, which is more than enough to support a high-intensity battle.

Not to mention, seizures can be carried out at any time.

"Huh?"

Sandro raised his head and asked with a blank expression: "What do you mean, you have to do it." ”

"Your wife, your daughter."

Ethan smiled slightly and stretched out his arm at him: "They are waiting for you to take revenge." ”

(End of chapter)