"Who sent you?"

Fausto writhed and sweated profusely, and roared: "I will pay twice or three times as much as others give you." ”

"As long as you help me kill it back, I'll give you 500 million."

"Dollar !!"

The last sentence was much more aggravated.

This money, very tempting.

Even if you hire a large number of top mercenaries, you can't do it.

"Don't worry, money is absolutely fine."

Fausto struggled to roll over and sit up, leaned against the body, and gasped: "As long as you help me kill that person, I can definitely give you the money." ”

As he spoke, he extended another intact slap.

Five fingers, trembling incessantly.

Eyes, incomparably sincere.

But no matter how much he pleaded, the demon standing in the distance between the corpses, with a carbine in both hands, looked indifferent.

Even, with a mocking expression.

"Is there a possibility?"

Sandro held on to the wall and jumped out of it.

He looked at Fausto sweating profusely and sneered, "My partner, he doesn't understand what you're saying at all?" ”

Fausto was stunned for a moment, then squinted his eyes.

His lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with horror.

"Sandro."

He blinked vigorously and muttered the other's name.

"Kill him."

Fausto was a little crazy with excitement and pointed hard at Sandro: "Dollars, five hundred million." ”

"It's yours."

Long sentences don't, short sentences can always say something.

"Shet, five hundred million."

Ethan also knew what the other party was expressing just now, but he didn't understand the specific meaning, but now that it was finally clear, he glanced at Sandro: "Did you hear his words, do you have to reflect on it." ”

"After so many years, have you ever worked hard?"

"Why can others give 500 million, but you are 5 million, don't you look down on me?"

"Five million?"

Before Sandro could speak, Fausto caught the key word, and he danced excitedly: "My life is worth five million, and you are humiliating me." ”

Excited, he spoke Spanish again.

The corners of Sandro's eyes twitched, and his throbbing footsteps stopped and turned back helplessly:

"Please, I'm taking revenge."

"Please don't be kidding, my emotions are just brewing in place."

"Hahaha."

Ethan smiled and carried the M4 carbine to his shoulder, stepping on the blood stains on the ground, and at the same time pulled out a cigarette on his body and lit it happily.

Now that it has been successfully resolved, it is time to smoke after the fact.

500 million, it is indeed attractive.

But the money you can't get in hand is worse than waste paper.

The main reason for helping Sandro this time is to repay the previous favor, and the five million is only secondary, and of course he will not temporarily increase the price.

To be a man, a spit and a nail.

Seeing that the lure did not work, Fausto roared angrily and desperately crawled in the direction of the gun that had just been knocked away.

He knew very well what would happen if he fell to Sandro.

"My wife."

Sandro continued to jump forward with a blank face, and took out the dagger stuck in his calf: "And my daughters, they have been crying to me all this time. ”

"After today."

He tossed the gun aside and dragged his injured leg forward: "I should be able to see them smiling at me." ”

Gripping the handle of his sword, he roared and flew forward.

Ethan frowned, turned around silently, and set up a guard against the steps of the underground space to prevent someone from suddenly appearing.

In the radar, the light point above has almost disappeared.

After the initial scramble, many people are trying to find a way to get out of the house, and no one will be stupid enough to stay in it and do a trap fight.

Reach for the detonator and try to detonate the remaining two bombs.

Sure enough, as he expected, no one dared to gamble on luck, and the sound of cannon battles could be heard, and the light points on the radar were so frightened that they stopped moving, and soon scattered and fled again.

The soot was flicked off, and he continued to smoke slowly.

Don't worry, I guess I'll have to wait a while.

"Jingle Bell."

The dagger fell, making a crisp sound.

The light point in the radar finally went out, and Ethan dropped the second cigarette butt and ran it out on his toes.

Look at the watch, ten minutes.

Unexpectedly, Fausto is quite capable of making up for it.

"You're alright."

Ethan looked over to Sandro, who was sitting on the ground, his eyes glazed and unsure of what he was thinking.

As for the puddle of rotten meat next to him, he didn't bother to take care of it.

"Good."

Sandro slowly raised his head and smiled at Ethan: "Thank you, I'm fine." ”

"Boom."

The guy finished speaking, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground.

"Shet."

Ethan sprang forward and groped for the guy's neck.

It's okay, I can't die.

It is not surprising that he suffered a gunshot wound and got revenge, and was overwhelmed by all kinds of complex emotions.

Feeling that his pulse was still strong, Ethan resisted the urge to give him a morphine, picked up the guy, and strode to the side.

Just now, a Mercedes was blown up.

There was also an SUV next to it, and he opened the passenger door and put Sandro on it, who was covered in blood.

There is an emergency escape passage below, so there is no need to run up again, and now it is more or less a trouble to carry an incapacitated person, and it is better to leave comfortably from here.

Moreover, there may be bullets flying on it.

Walking quickly to the driver's seat, Ethan's eyes flashed, and a golden light shone in the Mercedes next to him.

Hey, what is it?

He stopped and looked inside.

Under the rear seat was a suitcase, the body of which was damaged by a grenade, and golden light came out of it.

Ethan scratched his head, puzzled.

Own box, how can it appear in this place.

It was careless not to be able to throw things everywhere in the future, he sighed and opened the car door.

The box was heavy, reinforced with metal bars on all sides.

Inside, there must be fifty or sixty pounds.

After weighing the weight, Ethan retracted it into space with satisfaction and sat in the car with his gun on his back.

Car keys are all readily available.

Hit the accelerator twice, the car emitted a puff of white smoke and quickly left the aisle in front.

The light of the headlights tore through the dark night.

On the highway, cars are speeding around.

"Bang."

The tires hit the empty shells on the ground and sent them flying away.

Ethan glanced at the blood on the road and continued to increase the throttle, Sandro was in a situation that needed to be taken to the hospital as soon as possible.

After a period of driving, we came to the place where we had set out.

There was silence and seemed empty.

But he felt a little itchy in his eyebrows, and immediately raised his hand to turn on the lights in the car, illuminating his face.

The itchy feeling disappeared suddenly.

"Rustle."

The tires ran over the gravel and slowly drove into the factory.

The grass shook outside, and two figures rushed out, and they walked back quickly with guns in their hands.

"Bump."

Ethan jumped out of the car and threw the door hard.

"Great."

The sturdy figure quickly rushed over, pounced on him firmly, and hugged him hard:

"Are you hurt?"

Ethan grabbed Kate's bouncy buttocks and picked her up, first taking a deep breath in her ear and then looking at Matt, who was walking briskly.

The corners of the mouth are upturned, and white teeth are exposed. (End of chapter)