In the picture, Ethan is bored playing with a small pistol.

Toledo, on the other hand, is with his hands on his chest.

He stared blankly at the ground, waiting for his enemy to arrive.

"Listen."

The field commander, who was slowly pacing in the container, said into the headset: "Everyone is on standby, we can only act after hearing O'Connor's orders, we need to make sure that the first target is in place." ”

"Team A received."

"Team B received."

"Team C receives."

In the headset, three voices sounded one after another.

The sound came from three other containers, each of which was about twenty meters away from the clearing, and inside stood a large group of members of the Black Pressure Tactical Team.

Bulletproof vests, helmets, and assault rifles.

They breathe slowly, their eyes in their masks are unwavering, but when it all erupts, they can destroy everything.

These are the things that O'Connor relied on.

"Dah."

The sleeve pulls, and the bullet flies out of the ejection port.

The bullet that swirled in mid-air was caught by a hand like lightning, and then gently tossed.

"That colleague of yours."

Ethan unloaded the magazine and pressed the bullet back in: "I don't like him, this man has no bearing, we risk our lives to be bait here, and we actually give empty cartridges?" ”

"What's in his head?"

"Smack~"

The magazine slapped hard into the pistol, and he asked expressionlessly, "?" ”

From the vehicle seizure site, the three of them retrieved the shipment, and then went directly to the container area of this terminal, and when they met O'Connor's colleague just now, they asked someone to get the gun from him.

And, for both him and Toledo, they were given a handful of looks.

It's impossible to be unguarded when you come to trade.

But let them load their guns, and the chief just now was not at ease, so he gave them empty bags to bomb in.

"Hmm."

O'Connor coughed lightly, his face a little unnatural: "He can hear you." ”

"So what?"

Ethan spun the pistol and continued to complain: "A fool is a fool, it has nothing to do with anything else, this is an objective fact." ”

"Think about the good stuff."

O'Connor put his hands in his pockets and tried to change the subject:

"When Braga is caught, you can leave here as a free man."

"Hmph."

Toledo sneered, skeptical.

"One more thing."

O'Connor muttered, "At the party that night, I saw Campos talking to a guy I suspected was Braga, and trying to get a cup of coffee for the two of them. ”

"Fingerprint test results will be available soon."

"Don't worry."

He glanced at Toledo and nodded slowly: "Mexico's crime database has been shared, as long as his identity is confirmed, he can't escape." ”

"Boom~"

At this moment, the roar of the engine sounded, and the light of the car shot from the front.

One, two.

A chain of ten cars roared towards them and came to a sharp stop not far in front of them.

These vehicles directly encircled them in a semicircle.

"Bump~~~"

The dull sound of the door closing sounded one after another.

One by one, the fierce old black and old ink came down from the car one after another, and shotguns, assault rifles, and submachine guns were clearly held in their hands, and the muzzles of the guns were faintly pointed at them.

"Fack!"

Looking at so many people coming down, the commander in the container cursed secretly, and hurriedly grabbed the headset:

"There were a lot of gunners, almost forty."

"These people are all carrying heavy firepower, everyone be careful."

This secret scolding also sounded in Ethan's heart.

Although he had been prepared, he was still a little nervous when he saw Campos coming over with a reinforced platoon, and it could be seen from the movements and demeanors of these people that they were not some raw melons and eggs.

The inside of his hands is more or less stained with blood.

The only advantage now is the initiative, and these people can't shoot until they see that shipment with their own eyes.

That kind of loss, the other party can't afford it.

Otherwise, Ethan would not have risked being at the gunpoint of the other party.

"You want my head."

An angry roar rang out, and Phoenix stared at Toledo fiercely:

"Come on, it's yours."

The guy was controlled by the arms of the two gunmen, and he pushed forward, his head covered in a bandage on one side, and it was covered in blood.

Needless to say, this is certainly a souvenir from last night's car accident.

"Look at him."

Campos got out of a Mercedes and yelled in Spanish.

Hearing this, the two gunmen hurriedly grabbed Phoenix.

"Mr. Viper."

Campos stepped forward with open arms and looked at Ethan with a smile: "According to your request, I'm here, don't worry Phoenix, as long as the deal is completed, he will be your man." ”

Following him, dozens of people behind him stepped forward in unison.

That kind of power, ordinary people will be scared to the legs.

His men were not defenseless, and a significant portion of the crowd was pointing out with guns in hand, looking warily around the corner.

Campos is not a fool to be able to get ahead in Mexico.

There will be precautions.

Most of his gunmen came from Mexico, not to mention the ruthlessness, they were all people who dared to fight with the strips, and they knew very well what they were doing.

This alert battle made a cold sweat break out on the forehead of the commander of the container.

Despite the preparation, the bones are too hard now.

He hurriedly held down the headset and reported the situation at the scene sentence by sentence, trying to make the members of the commando team who were in ambush know what to expect.

The voice of the speaker was also unconsciously lowered a lot.

"So."

Campos lowered his hands and looked at Ethan with a smile: "Where's my goods?" ”

Although there were several large boxes on the ground next to him, he didn't even look at them, and those who dared to snatch food would not be idiots.

This guy is also a smiling tiger.

There was indifference in his eyes, he couldn't see the joy, anger and sorrow clearly, and only those who were familiar with him knew that this was the time when Campos' murderous intent was at its strongest.

"Did you mean the goods that were placed here before?"

O'Connor smiled and reached out to open the box: "You haven't finished what we want." ”

"Also, it seems that it is not you who are asking for negotiations."

The box with bullet holes in the cloth was empty.

This was expected by Campos, who smiled and nodded, snapping his fingers behind him.

"Da~"

Gizelle stood at the back of the crowd, and the moment she heard the voice, she hurried behind and pulled out a suitcase from inside, pulled out the lever and dragged the suitcase forward.

The rollers rustled against the ground.

As you can tell, the box is very heavy.

"Four million dollars."

Gizelle came to the crowd as if he were walking on a platform, and with a flick of his arm, he pulled the box forward:

"That's what you asked for."

(End of chapter)