"Bang!"

The suitcase slammed to the ground.

The dust on the ground was slapped around, and this sound shook the hearts of everyone present.

That's a lot of money.

No matter how many people in their lifetime, it is impossible to earn this money.

Countless eyes wandered over the suitcase, even Gizelle, who couldn't help but lick her lips and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Long-legged girl."

Ethan tapped his fingers at the gun and asked with a smile, "If I'm not mistaken, I want eight million." ”

"Again, my name is Gizelle."

The other party gritted his teeth and narrowed his big eyes: "The rest is in the car, let us see the goods, and you can get the rest of the box of money." ”

"Bastard."

She raised her chin and looked at Ethan dissatisfiedly: "Don't you think that you have to take advantage of any advantage!" ”

This idea, of course, Ethan will not have.

Even the box of money on the ground, he didn't bother to open it and check it.

There are several hidden cameras installed here, and I don't even have a chance to reach out, so there is no need to get into those troubles.

"Where is Braga?"

Ethan turned his head to look at Campos and spread his hands with a smile: "Please, that's also one of the conditions of our deal, if he doesn't show up, I won't let my friend bring things over." ”

"It's for everyone's safety, I hope you understand."

"Of course."

Campos raised his arm and shook two circles, smiling similarly: "Don't worry, I'm a man of my word." ”

With a wave of his arm, the rear door of the Mercedes opened.

The white-haired old man they had seen in the club that night appeared in front of them, and the old man straightened his suit, looked around, and walked forward slowly.

At the same time, Campos took a few steps back and stood next to the Mercedes.

"Attention."

The commander inside the container saw the man and pinched the headset excitedly: "Suspect that the target person has appeared, ready to act at any time." ”

As he gave the order, the old man in the suit walked up to several people.

"Knock~"

He shook his leather shoes and kicked the heavy suitcase: "I heard that you want to see me, the money, you have already got it." ”

"What more now?"

The enemy was very angry when they saw him, and if it weren't for O'Connor's constant glances at Toledo, the latter would have rushed straight up and twisted the man's neck.

"Good news."

At this moment, a voice came from O'Connor's headset:

"Brian, the fingerprints you brought back that night have been successfully matched, and one of the guy's fingerprints is 100% consistent with the one Braga left in the Mexican crime database."

"In other words, one of these two people is definitely Braga."

The hurried voice continued: "I'm waiting for the other party's fax photo to come over for final confirmation." ”

Hearing this, O'Connor's eyes lit up.

He pinched his fingers, ready to give instructions at any moment.

Wait a minute.

Ethan's head slashed like lightning, and his fingers tapping the handle of his gun snapped to a halt.

When Campos stepped forward, all the gunners followed.

They all look cautious.

As the boss, the old man in front of him was sitting alone in the car behind him just now, and when he came down, no one paid attention to him at all, and there were few people who even looked at him.

The head of the monopoly group, just this treatment?

"The number one suspect has been confirmed."

O'Connor could bear it, but the commander couldn't help it, and as soon as he heard the fingerprints confirming that it was Braga, he immediately yelled into the headset: "Gray suit, white hair, Mexican man." ”

"Do it!"

"Sir." The person in charge of the surveillance video hurriedly turned around: "Agent Bryan hasn't identified the target yet. ”

"Repeat, gray suit, do it!"

The commander shouted again, reached out to cover the headset, and stared at the guy in front of him viciously: "What's the matter, are you going to question me?" ”

Grab the credit.

The thought flashed through the young agent's head.

He quickly shook his head, squeezing out a smile.

In O'Connell's headset, his eyebrows furrowed sharply as he heard his colleague's shouting command, but he couldn't say anything now.

"You're not Braga."

Ethan didn't know what was going on in the flash, and he sneered, "If you're Braga, I'm Oguanhai." ”

"What?"

O'Connor's face became shocked, and he hurriedly asked, "He's not Braga?" ”

"That Braga is."

He moved his gaze quickly, his surprised gaze falling on Campos.

"Fake."

Campos listened to all these conversations, and he cursed secretly.

“FBI！”

At this moment, a loud roar rang out.

With the sound of heavy, chaotic footsteps, the members of the tactical team rushed out of the container, and they were already sweating inside, already impatient.

"Slivers!"

Hearing these shouts, Campos stared at the three people opposite: "Fire, fire, kill them all." ”

These three people turned out to be undercover agents.

Bastard.

Damn it!

The two groups of people fought fiercely like Mars hitting the earth.

The sound of gunfire was deafening.

Gunfire, frantically flickering.

O'Connor was supposed to give the signal for action, but now the commander suddenly launched it, leaving Ethan and the others unprepared.

The battle began so suddenly.

The only thing to be thankful for is that these tactical squads attract the attention of most of the gunners, and the exchange of fire is mostly preceded by them.

"Whoosh~"

The sound of stray bullets roared, hitting the container and exploding a cloud of sparks.

In an instant, four or five gunmen were knocked out.

These fierce-looking men were like cutting wheat, and they were cut down by the first wave of bullets.

The opponent has heavy firepower, and SWAT will not show any mercy to his subordinates.

Dismiss the threat first.

Campos, that is, the gunners of Braga, were not false at all, they spat flaming flaming like guns in their hands, and fired desperately at the members of the tactical team that suddenly appeared.

"Smack~"

A bullet grazed the neck of the tactical team member, splitting half of the flesh in an instant.

The head with the helmet also softened to the side.

Blood, splashing everywhere.

This terrifying scene also stalled the offensive in this direction.

"Damn it."

The squad commander let out a roar, grabbed the man's shoulder strap and pulled it back desperately: "Don't rush forward, the shield will go first!" ”

"Toledo."

Phoenix yelled, put his hands behind him, and swung them forward.

Two M1911s, just like that, appeared in his hands.

"Bang bang."

The red-hot warhead shot out of the barrel at a rapid pace, bringing up clouds of flames.

As early as the moment the gunshots rang out, the big bald head flew to the side, dodging the few bullets fired with hatred, and his eyes were bloodshot at Phoenix and Campos behind him, and the enemy was in front of him.

It's just that he didn't know it all along, which made him angry.

O'Connor stepped forward, restrained the old white-haired man, and dragged him back quickly.

Here in Ethan, someone also exploded.

"Huh~"

Nuo's long leg brings a strong wind.

A ghostly glow flashed from the tip of his shoe, whistling towards the door in front of him.

(End of chapter)