Counterfeiting factories.

There were rows of long tables with clothes hanging from the hangers next to them.

Above the table, semi-finished leather bags can be found everywhere.

Gucci, Hermès, LV.

The logos of all kinds of luxury brands can be seen everywhere here, and a handbag worth tens of thousands of dollars is piled up like garbage, of course, these things are fakes.

I didn't know, I thought I came to the luxury jewelry market.

Unlike the darkness outside, the inside is brightly lit.

Dozens of women sat in front of the sewing machine, most of them Asian, but also some women of other ethnicities, who earned a small income in this sweltering heat.

A dozen or so men walked back and forth between the long tables.

These guys laughed at the good-looking female workers from time to time, and even used their hands and feet.

There is a bit of order in the chaos.

All of this vanished with the sound of a gunshot.

Seeing the blood splashing onto the lamp tube frightened the female workers and subconsciously wanted to scream.

"Bang~"

A few more short shots silenced their screams.

The female workers covered their mouths in horror as they watched as they watched as several heavily armed policemen pounced on them like tigers descending from the mountains.

"Put your head in your hands."

"Don't move, stay where you are."

The others let out a roar, but Ethan didn't say a word of nonsense, just pulled the trigger on the ground.

Those who want to get guns.

Those who are desperately fleeing from the back.

The big brothers who painted dragons and phoenixes all exploded with the gunfire, and they exploded into clouds of blood mist one after another, and shelves, chairs, and various sundries were knocked over and scattered all over the ground.

This posture is completely aimed at killing.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with the program, even if the people were holding out a mobile phone, Ethan could shoot him if he felt threatened.

"Shet."

When the rat saw this posture, the hand holding the baton suddenly broke out in a fine sweat.

He swallowed subconsciously.

My new boss is too ruthless.

That is, just a few seconds after rushing in, six people were shot and killed by him, when did the Chicago Police Department's style become so ruthless.

It has to be said that bullets are the best thing to drink.

With Ethan's sudden attack, everyone here froze in place.

It's like playing one, two, three wooden people, under the gaze of his cold gaze, no one dares to move a bit, and dense cold sweat breaks out on the foreheads of those people.

The footsteps were hurried, and the people of the intelligence group who rushed in quickly dispersed.

Take control of this place as fast as you can.

Looking at the bald man in front of him, Ethan walked over quickly.

AK15 drooped and pointed his gun at the other party's crotch: "Before I go off, would you like to tell me where Eddie Cao is?" ”

A murmuring voice sounded, and the bald man's pants quickly became wet.

"Inside."

The guy's fingers trembled wildly and pointed back in horror:

"He's resting in the office."

Looking in the direction of his arm, a small door sandwiched between hangers appeared in front of Ethan's eyes.

"Thank you."

Ethan nodded in acknowledgment and strode forward.

The people behind hurriedly followed, controlling the bald man, and as for the others, they also rushed to the rest of the spectators, and searched for firearms.

Pistols, submachine guns.

These guys didn't have time to fire a single bullet before they were thrown aside one by one.

Under the thunderous means, the scene was quickly controlled.

Went very well.

"Bang."

With a loud bang, the small door was slammed open by Ethan.

Inside, it's a small room.

The decoration was extravagant, with an assault rifle, syringes, flour, cash and other miscellaneous items piled up on the table in the middle, and three meat worms lying on the large sofa, looking at them in a daze.

"Eddie Cao."

Ethan grinned, and pointed his gun firmly at the guy in the middle.

Sharp-beaked monkey gills with black hair.

It was obvious that the other party was still in the mood, and his movements were a little sluggish.

"Get out."

Sweeping towards the two women next to him, Ethan burst out of his mouth with the words, "Give you five seconds." ”

With the blessing of the muzzle, no matter what the words are, they are full of persuasion.

The two women didn't even bother to put on their clothes.

They ran out bare-chested, and when they passed by Ethan, they didn't dare to breathe, and when they came outside to see a few people killed on the ground, they were even more frightened and hurriedly squatted down.

Erin stepped forward and took two pieces of clothing from the nearby hanger and draped them on.

Seeing Eddie Cao inside, Hank and Olinsky walked in with cold faces, and the mouse saw this and hurriedly followed.

"What for?"

Ethan moved and blocked him: "You don't need to go in, just control the scene with them." ”

Before he could reply, Ethan shook the door open.

Looking at the closed door, the mouse touched its nose.

Turning around, he looked at Horstead.

The latter shook his head and pressed the man in front of him to the ground, there are some things he can't participate in, and to be honest, he doesn't want to participate, no need to guess, he knows that the three people inside will definitely have to use means.

The rat exhaled and hurried forward to help.

In the room, Eddie Cao looked at the people who broke in, not only did he feel frightened, but he looked stupid.

"I'm dizzy."

Olinski picked up the syringe on the table and looked at Ethan with a headache.

"It's fine."

Ethan carried the AR15 behind him and picked up the thick ashtray as he passed by the table: "I'll help him sober up." ”

Pull the opponent's hand over and place it on the table and hold it firmly.

"Bang."

The ashtray smashed down like lightning.

"Ahh

A roar rang out.

"How's this surprise?" Ethan slammed the back of his fleshy hand again: "Mom mess with Fack." ”

"Who are you?"

After receiving two heavy blows, Eddie Cao completely came to his senses, he looked at the three people in front of him in horror, and with a flick of his body, he wanted to break free.

"Don't even think about it."

Hank flew up and pressed the guy firmly against the couch.

"Boom."

Ethan didn't even look at Eddie Cao, and continued to stir the ashtray.

The action is very serious.

It's as if there is only one thing left in the world to do, and I maintain a high level of concentration.

A scream kept ringing out.

Olinski picked up a piece of clothing, shoved it into the guy's mouth, and gagged it hard: "Enjoy, bastard, this is what happens if you dare to shoot at the police." ”

Knock knock.

Ethan continued to wave expressionlessly, not sparing every finger.

The bones on it shattered one after another.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the severe pain made Eddie Cao writhe wildly, but he couldn't break free from the control of the two people, and his face was already covered with sweat.

"Bump."

The ashtray shattered. (End of chapter)