Some simple words, the inch-headed man can still understand.

Which, of course, includes don't move.

Behind him seemed to be a bloodthirsty beast, ready to devour itself at any moment.

In this case, of course, he did not dare to move.

Although it was an appetizer just now, Ethan had already killed seven or eight people, and he had already hooked out all the killing intent in his heart.

Either the traffickers here are the traffickers, or the traffickers' men.

He won't hesitate to do it.

The gun was headed, and he pressed the guy's shoulder, pushing him forward, and soon came to the front of the van.

The inch-headed man saw Diaz's head tilted to the side, and his heart suddenly chilled, daring to come to this place to kill people, these people must be unusual, and I don't know how many people have sneaked in.

"Let him reply."

Ethan put away his pistol and pulled out the dagger: "Let's just say that everything is normal here." ”

If you have the chance, buy a little more time.

Next, there are a few things to do.

Sandro nodded, and immediately started talking to the other party in Spanish, feeling the cold blade sticking to his neck, the inch-headed man obediently cooperated, picked up the walkie-talkie and replied.

"Ask him where the power distribution room is."

When the man released the walkie-talkie, Ethan continued to ask Sandro questions.

This kind of large villa must have a separate power distribution room, which will generally be outside the villa.

Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high, cutting off the power supply, and putting the people inside into a state of panic, is what he has to do, and he will definitely pull the battlefield into a favorable environment with his night vision devices.

Sandro asked again, pointing to a nearby corner.

"Huh."

Ethan swiped it vigorously, and the blade took on a bewitching red.

The inch-headed man, whose neck had been cut in half, fell heavily to the ground, and the strong smell of blood suddenly spread.

Sandro then got out of the car and walked briskly forward with Ethan

"When you were in Chicago." He rubbed his nose, grabbed the detonator in his hand and said, "Is it the same way?" ”

"That's right."

Ethan glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "You bastard better not go to Chicago to do something." ”

Sandro was uncomfortable with this, and he forced a laugh:

"Of course not."

"Have you forgotten? I am also a law-abiding citizen. ”

The two of them quickly shuttled between the big trees and greenery, and soon came to the side of the power distribution room.

This kind of place can actually bring a lot of damage.

However, it is often overlooked.

An iron door blocked their way, and from the side window, you could see that there were various power supply equipment inside, small red and green lights flashing, and dense wires were laid on the wall.

"No key."

Sandro looked at the thick iron door and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The bulletproof helmet he was wearing made him feel stuffy.

"Bang Bang~"

Ethan tapped his fingers lightly on the window a few times and asked puzzledly, "Why do you need a key?" ”

"We can't get through the window."

Sandro spread his hands and looked around warily.

This place is dozens of meters away from the main villa, and the light of two flashlights is shaking in the distance, and you can see the submachine guns carried by those people in front of them, these are real guys.

"Why go in?"

Ethan continued to be puzzled and spread his palms in front of Sandro: "Isn't it over throwing two from the window?" ”

Looking at the grenade he was carrying, Sandro rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

"I'll go to that location."

Ethan pointed to the corner of the villa and said in a deep voice, "You wait until I make a noise, and then blow it up." ”

"Turn off the power, you come to me."

"Unknown, full of fun, I think the people in the house should enjoy this joy very much."

"That's right."

Ethan grinned and asked in a low voice, "How do you say the Spanish of traps?" ”

Sandro chuckled and spoke.

As for what is moving, needless to say, it will be known in a while.

Watching the other party leave, Sandro crouched down against the wall and held the grenade tightly, and he kept praying in his heart, hoping that the people inside would mess up.

Now he only has a chance if there is chaos.

By this time, there was no need to hide, and Ethan walked quickly through the trees.

This movement also attracted the attention of the patrol officers.

Someone followed the movement, holding the gun tightly in his hand, and his mouth was asking for a shout.

"Poof."

Glock raised and shot the man out.

"Roar~~~"

A dull roar rang out, and a fierce dog shot like an arrow from a string.

The muzzle of the gun moved quickly, and the fire flashed.

The arrow of the string slammed into the flowerbed with momentum, shaking off many branches and leaves.

Despite the constant sound of music in the house, the gunfire was still rather piercing in the dark night, and the people patrolling the neighborhood quickly surrounded and shouted from time to time.

"Poof~"

Ethan moved as the gun in his hand continued.

One by one, the figures came, but they were constantly overturned by the bullets he fired, and when they came to a distance of about ten meters from the villa, they stopped suddenly.

With a flip of the palm, he grabbed a grenade.

"Bump."

The shadow arced perfectly, slamming through the glass on the wall and rolling down into the house.

The atmosphere in the villa was lively at the same time, but also a little tense.

On the right side of the villa, there is a large swimming pool, the water surface is rippling, and this place either swims or lies twenty or thirty beautiful women of all colors with good figures.

All of them wore cool bikini swimsuits, showing off their perfect bodies.

There were quite a few people dancing and frolicking with the fierce-looking men.

On the dining table next to it, there is a pile of food and wine.

When the eyes of many men collided, a series of killing intent flashed, and before this, everyone was still stabbing at each other, and now they are sitting together to negotiate, which makes these people also feel ridiculous.

But here, no one dares to do anything.

The market on the other side is huge, they have competition and cooperation at the same time, and gatherings like tonight are channels of communication, which are necessary, and a plate of loose sand will only be broken by the authorities.

It's easy to get your hands dirty in this kind of place.

So they all struck a terrifying balance with great interest, and some looked at each other and then looked at the corridor not far away.

At the table, which is several meters long, several groups of people are arguing fiercely.

At the head sat a middle-aged Mexican man with a short beard, who was the target of Sandro's trip, Fausto.

Short hair, cold eyes.

His right-hand men were taken away, and there was a problem on Diaz's side.

All this made him anxious.

However, this kind of sentiment cannot be expressed, but it is necessary to be tougher, and this time we have called over a few people from the pro-independence clique in order to put on a posture of fearlessness.

Stabilize those people first, and then talk about it, there are still a lot of opportunities for the rest of the matter.

Fausto pinched his cigar and looked at the big nose that was dancing the most happily diagonally across from him, with a smile on his lips.

Just when he was thinking about how to deal with this person in the future.

"Bang~"

A violent explosion sounded in the room. (End of chapter)