The people inside gradually get used to the faint light.

And also found a way to start gathering his subordinates, and there were five points of light in front of him to stay together.

"Ding."

The safety bolt is straightened, and Ethan throws the grenade out with lightning speed.

The round little guy jumped forward with a staggering sound, and the sound of rolling scared those people away.

"Grenade."

Someone yelled, "Run." ”

With a bang, the grenade fragments flew up and struck one of the lucky ones in the head with a whistling sound, instantly knocking out a hole.

There were four men left, wailing.

It was not only blown apart, but also blown up and dizzy.

This movement attracts the attention of the people around you.

Before Ethan could make a move, several bullets flew in from several directions, killing them all, and the person who fired the shot also revealed his position, causing another wave of gunfire.

These trapped beasts have already been killed.

Ethan and Sandro just now went on a killing spree and added a scoop of cold water to this pot of hot oil.

Inside this villa, there was a crackling explosion.

If you don't do it, you don't stop it.

Seeing that the excitement was not a big deal, he stuffed two more grenades into Sandro and threw them at all corners, and the explosions kept ringing, involving those who were hiding in the dispute.

When it was a mess inside, Ethan noticed that something was wrong.

Not far away, more than a dozen points of light gathered together, and they were moving rapidly, and looking at their appearance, they were very familiar with the environment in the house.

The light jumps and the arrow goes down.

Ethan frowned, and at a glance he knew that these people wanted to run, although he didn't know what they were doing underground, but when he was in Medellín before, the tunnel made a very deep impression on him.

It cannot be ruled out that these people will leave in the same way.

"Come with me."

Quickly patting Sandro on the shoulder, he turned his gun and threw himself to the right.

It would be nice to have this obvious escape maneuver, so as not to look for people everywhere like headless flies, and Fausto was in that group nine times out of ten.

While moving quickly, fire at the same time.

While knocking over the dealers inside, he quickly approached the place where the light spots were just now.

"Bang bang."

A barrage of bullets brought his footsteps to a halt.

Those guys just now, after leaving three people on the pad, no matter who came over, as long as they saw the black shadow flashing, they would fire.

In this regard, Ethan also opened the way with a grenade.

Blow people up on their backs, and then rush out to harvest quickly.

"Boom."

With a slam kick on his foot, a door was slammed open.

The room was very empty, it was a reception room, with a few sofas and coffee tables in the middle.

"What are we doing here?"

A quick rush made Sandro a little out of breath, and he lowered the muzzle of his gun and said hurriedly: "Okay, we need to slow down too." ”

Since entering the house, more than 20 people have fallen under their guns.

And most of these people were killed by the guy next to him, and Sandro could understand his behavior of taking a breath.

"It's not a break."

Ethan's eyes rolled and he casually made an excuse: "You didn't pay attention, were the frames of those people just now defending this room?" ”

"Don't you think it's strange that there's no one coming in?"

"What do you mean?"

Sandro thought of something, and hurriedly picked up his gun: "There is an escape route here?" ”

"Hmm."

Ethan nodded and walked briskly to the corner.

Under the night vision device, a few drops of blood on the ground were particularly conspicuous, but they disappeared out of thin air in front of a wall.

Press hard, and the wall immediately turns open.

An orange light peeked through it, and the steps down the steps appeared in front of them.

Below, there should be a backup power supply.

The light bulbs on the walls were shining, and the steps were full of footprints.

"Fake."

Listening to the gunshots that were still ringing outside the house from time to time, Sandro cursed secretly, gritted his teeth and said, "It's good that you came over, otherwise I would definitely have nothing to do with him alone." ”

"Maybe no one will see it and run away."

"Hurry up."

Ethan pulled the night vision device over his head and rushed down quickly.

It's still a little unaccustomed to fighting with that vision, and now there are lights below, and wearing night vision devices to fight with others, but it's inconvenient for yourself.

Coming below, the two slowed down.

The basement is unusually spacious, about the size of the top, and is separated by a masonry wall.

It was supposed to be used to store supplies, but now it's empty.

At the farthest point, two cars were parked.

Among the stone pillars, I saw figures flickering, and those people were running towards the car, and the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed in the empty underground space.

Ethan pulled out a grenade and quickly pulled out the safety bolt.

Take two steps forward and wave your arms vigorously.

"Huh."

The grenade sped forward, leaping past the running group and smashing through the window glass with precision.

"Bang."

An explosion rang out, shattering glass.

At the same time, Sandro pressed the trigger in his hand hard, and the bullets rained forward.

"Ah!!h

Violent gunfire rang out with his roar: "Fausto! ”

First, the explosion frightened the people who were running, and then the bullets flew and crashed into two or three people.

Where it was hit, it immediately broke its skin and fractured.

The bright red liquid flew up one after another, turning into a mist and spilling on the bodies of the gang.

"Spread out."

The people in front also reacted quickly and shouted repeatedly:

"Kill them, kill them first."

Under the threat of bullets, the gang crawled to find cover, even though they were only a short distance away from the vehicle, and no one dared to rush to it.

Don't dare to bet on the opponent's marksmanship, nor dare to bet on whether the opponent has grenades.

After Ethan threw the grenade, he also fired with Sandro, and at the same time quickly advanced at the time when the opponent did not react.

Deadly bullets, swooping forward.

A bald man was shot in the thigh, screaming and kneeling forward, moving his head and being shot again.

Bang, volley.

"Fight back, fight back."

Fausto was terrified when he saw this happening in front of him.

As he roared loudly, he raised the gun in his hand and fired desperately at the back, and the others also picked up their pistols and submachine guns, and began to fire back with hideous faces.

All kinds of gunfire, mixed together.

The spacious underground space, like the upstairs, has been turned into a battlefield.

The enclosed space amplifies the sound, and the sound of the grenade explosion just now is not an exaggeration to describe it as deafening.

Sound, or secondary.

The worst thing is the bullet.

Now the other party is not blind, and the people who can be taken by Fausto are all elite gunners, and naturally they all have two brushes.

The enemy was in front of him, and Sandro couldn't contain his excitement.

He only cares about firing, but he forgets to hide his figure.

"Bang~"

After a crisp sound, he jerked backwards. (End of chapter)