Following the shout, a white man in a suit rushed through the door.

In his hand, he held a handful of Glocks.

"Smack."

Ethan flew up like lightning and whipped straight into the opponent's hand holding the gun.

The other party was caught off guard, and before he could see what was going on inside, Glock was kicked away, and the pistol slammed into the wall, and he stumbled into the corner.

On my hands, I felt numb.

The person who came didn't expect that his weapon would be easily unloaded in less than a second after he came in.

He roared and swung his fist forward.

"There's a gun."

The bald man who fell to the ground behind struggled to get up, and when he saw the two guns that Ethan had stuck behind his waist, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and shouted to the visitor: "Be careful." ”

Before the other party moved the gun, he beat himself like this.

If that guy really had to start shooting, I don't know what it would have been.

Actually, his worries were unfounded.

Originally, Ethan wanted to use a gun and kill these two people cleanly, but when he heard the FBI's shouts, he immediately dispelled that idea.

The other party, not the enemy.

So, there's no need to put that your hands.

His face turned cold, and he kicked out like lightning, and the boots came first, imprinting them on the body of the FBI agent with unusual crispness.

The people who came did not advance but retreated, and were kicked and flew backwards.

"Bang."

He hit the wall in his back and fell hard.

"Ahem, cough, cough~"

Violent coughing sounds, one after another.

The man in the suit was kicked and gasped, clutching his chest in pain and slumping to the ground.

By this time, the bald man had recovered his strength.

As soon as his body moved, he was about to explode.

"Huh."

The cold muzzle of the Uzi submachine gun pressed against the door of his head.

At the same time, the muzzle of Beretta M9 was also pointed at the FBI agents, one on the left and one on the right, and the two guys who were beaten to the ground were firmly fixed in place.

Ethan stood sideways, gasping slightly.

This big bald head has a bit of brute strength, and he was punched a few times just now, and it hurts for a while.

However, the other party is obviously worse.

The eye sockets were swollen and high, and a wisp of blood ran down the corner of the mouth.

After being stopped, he hugged his waist and ribs back, panting like a cow, and could only stare at him with wide eyes, not afraid of the muzzle on his head.

Of course, don't dare to move.

On the other side, the man in the suit was also out of breath.

This fight was inexplicable, and the man in front of him didn't know him at all.

No, he stared at Ethan's face and thought of something.

"Don't move."

Ethan also recognized the man in the suit, the tall federal agent who did not change color at the funeral, he lit the muzzle of the gun to give a warning, and walked slowly towards the door.

Anyway, what I wanted, I have already done it.

There's no need to fight here in a fight where you don't know the ins and outs, there's no point.

Through the reactions of the two, Ethan judged that the other party and Parker were not all the way at all, there was no need to fight to the death, and he didn't want to provoke federal agents now.

As soon as the muzzle of the gun was retracted, he quickly turned and left.

The short hallway swept by, quickly disappearing at the top of the staircase.

in the living room.

Seeing the figure disappear at the door, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, although the fight was short, they were both quickly suppressed and failed to bargain.

The two looked at each other, and there was an inquiring look in their eyes.

My skills have been easily solved, when did Los Angeles come to such a stakes character.

The eyes had just met, and sparks flickered.

The bald man and the man in the suit exploded almost at the same time and flew towards each other.

Fists pull apart, toes flying.

The shouts of rage resounded throughout the apartment again.

The scene of the fight in front of him made Parker look at the ceiling blankly, it was so messy, his brain was not enough.

"Let's go."

Ethan quickly got into the car, threw two guns into Jaber's lap, and quickly started the car.

The engine roared, and the Toyota threw its butt and rushed to the back of the street.

"Bang."

Just then, the window on the fourth floor in the back exploded.

A figure was knocked out, and countless pieces of broken glass crackled and fell to the ground, so frightened that passers-by hurriedly fled and looked upstairs in horror.

The Asian man was grabbed by the foot of the man inside and hung upside down on the exterior wall.

"Ah!!h

A mournful cry sounded highly: "Don't let go, I'll say anything." ”

This movement naturally attracted Jaber's attention, and he looked in the rearview mirror and asked with a frown, "What happened, who is still on it, whose gun is this?" ”

“FBI。”

Ethan glanced in the rearview mirror, feeling pitiful for Parker hanging from the exterior wall.

This guy can be regarded as a blood mold today.

"I grabbed these two guns." He retracted his gaze, looked ahead and said, "You put it on your body for self-defense." ”

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he touched his body.

grinned unnaturally again, that big bald head, quite strong.

"Why?"

Jaber looked confused, he put the two guns away, and couldn't wait to ask, "What did you find, why are there FBI people on it, you won't kill them, right?" ”

Damn, are you so much like a murderer?

Ethan rolled his eyes and told him all about what had just happened.

Hearing that he was going to face the Mexican lonely, the corners of Jaber's mouth twitched, and the federal agent who suddenly appeared made him frown even more.

It's not easy.

"What do you want to do?"

He scratched his bald head and scolded excitedly:

"These damn solitaires, when they don't stop, why didn't their mother throw them into the dung pit and drown them when they were born"

"Go get a car."

Ethan tapped the steering wheel and said in a deep voice: "The FBI, don't care about them for now, I'll just do my own thing." ”

No matter what those people are going to do, they have a goal in mind anyway.

No, it's two goals.

Braga and Campos, both guys have to die.

In fact, Ethan has her own judgment, Letty doesn't know for what purpose, she took the initiative to choose to run to help Duxiao transport the goods, but she definitely didn't do it for money.

She wasn't that kind of person, maybe she found something and was killed.

So, it's right to look for those two people.

"As for you."

Thinking of this, Ethan turned his head to look at Garber again: "You can't be exposed, try to hide behind the scenes." ”

"By the way, check the information of Braga."

"It would be great if we could find the whereabouts of the other party directly."

The FBI was involved, and although it was not known why those people had come here, there was no need for Jaber to be directly involved.

He is different from himself, and his identity is particularly sensitive.

If Jia Bo is really going to be caught, I am afraid that he will never see the sunshine of freedom for the rest of his life, and there are too many secrets on him.

And he is different, and there is a hole card.

Even if you are caught by the FBI in an accident, you can get away with it. (End of chapter)