"Big guy."

The Asian man with a small flat head got into the car and looked excitedly at Jesse Kong, who had a gloomy face: "It's scraped to the street, and the miles and sausages are buried with the family Royal Hotel." ”

"Hmm."

Hearing this, Jesse Kong immediately took out his mobile phone and said murderously: "CALL PEOPLE IMMEDIATELY, I WILL HELP HIM COLLECT THE SKIN!! ”

The phone was dialed quickly.

In front of the computer screen, a group of people looked at Ethan in unison.

The phone in his hand did not ring.

In the picture, Jesse Kong is constantly yelling at others, looking at the background picture, the vehicle is moving rapidly.

"He's found Dennis Lee."

Ethan's words made everyone's faces smile, especially Olinsky, who clapped his palms excitedly.

"Still."

The next sentence made everyone's faces nervous:

"They're going to do it themselves."

Jesse's choice was expected, but it was always a good thing to catch a fish in the net that could be cast.

Ethan put the holster on his belt and said quickly:

"Chinatown, Royal Hotel."

"Jesse Kong is informing his 14K men to come over."

“GO！”

With a hurried word, he took the lead and rushed downstairs.

There are still more than 3,000 guns that have not been found, and no matter whose hands they fall on, it will be a disaster.

Before Jesse Kong kills Dennis Lee, the former boss who has been absconding for six years and is now planning to return to Chicago to make trouble must be brought under control.

The operatives of BFIPU all set off.

Cars roared towards Chinatown, and Ethan held the steering wheel with one hand and pressed the walkie-talkie at the same time.

All the patrol officers around should be notified.

Needless to say, as an arms dealer, Ethan doesn't believe that he doesn't have heavy firepower, so Jesse Kong, who wants to deal with him, will naturally not carry a small pistol to get revenge.

With this kind of firepower configuration, the patrol police can't deal with it at all.

After telling the contact desk to inform the tactical team of departure, he threw the walkie-talkie aside.

Cadillac took the lead, rushing left and right with a few cars behind.

Flashing blue lights and buzzing sirens whistled through the streets of Chicago at night, and all the cars on the road were so frightened that they dodged in either direction, not daring to make any moves.

The other party has already set off one step ahead of them.

Shootouts can break out at any moment, and now every second counts.

"Raise your hand."

When Ethan informed the contact desk, Erin grabbed the back of the chair and crawled back, quickly finding the equipment placed in the back, and motioning for the other party to cooperate with her movements.

The speed slowed down slightly, and the bulletproof vest was quickly put on.

The velcro was pulled to protect the torso tightly, and the bulletproof insert was also neatly put in by her.

There is no time to slowly tidy up in the gear room.

Despite the awkward movements, it was necessary to complete the pre-battle preparations in the car.

The same is true for the guy who follows.

"Which one do you want?"

After some tossing, Erin's face was covered with sweat, and she struggled back to the co-pilot with two spears.

"Be careful."

There was a damn one, crossing the road.

"Huh."

With a swing of the steering wheel, the bulky full-size SUV nimbly snaked out of the middle of the road, and a burst of Rusek shouted from behind.

"Shet."

As the car shook, Ethan's head was squeezed to the side, and he crooked his mouth and said, "I said you sexy female police detective, although I enjoy this elastic touch, it affects driving." ”

"Bastard."

Erin scolded in a low voice and sat back: "Gun, which one do you want?" ”

She was holding an AR15 and a Remington M870 shotgun in her arms, and she was rocking from side to side with the body.

"Remington."

Ethan glanced at it and stepped on the gas throttle.

The rifle was left for Erin's self-defense, and it was enough to take a troll and a revolver for herself.

The vehicle sped at a speed, and soon came to the vicinity of the target location.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

"Puff~"

Violent gunfire rang out in the distance, and passers-by ran desperately.

"Huh."

With a slam on the brakes, the Cadillac came to a diagonal halt on the road, narrowly avoiding two panicked guys who suddenly rushed off the road.

Ahead, gunshots rang out like fried beans.

Inside the hotel lobby, a frightened crowd fled frantically.

Someone was squeezed over, tumbling and falling down the stairs.

There are also women who take off their high heels directly, bursting out with unprecedented speed.

Outside the door, a patrol car was parked.

"Be careful."

"Get down."

The rapid gunfire inside made the patrol officer not dare to enter at all, so he could only hide behind the vehicle and keep waving his arms at the fleeing crowd.

Hurried footsteps rang out.

Ethan picked up his shotgun and led six heavily armed guys up the river.

It's like a black arrow, piercing through the chaotic flow of water.

"Twenty-first Bureau, Intelligence Group."

Coming to the patrol car, he quickly bent down and squatted down: "I'm Sheriff Morgan, what's the situation at the scene?" ”

"Shet."

Several people rushed quickly, startling the patrolman.

Fortunately, there was a shout in advance, otherwise their guns would have to be turned, and most of the patrol officers rarely experienced firefights, especially this kind of chaotic engagement, which made their scalps tingle.

The nervousness can be seen.

"We've just arrived."

One of the patrol officers was sweating profusely and stammered, "I received a notice from the liaison desk to come and have a look, but as soon as we got closer, I heard gunshots, just ten seconds ago." ”

"Tell the people in the back that there are plainclothes officers inside."

Ethan squeezed his shoulder hard and quickly poked his head out to look at the hotel next to him.

A row of glass doors, some of which have been shattered.

Inside, gunfire flickered.

Hurried shouts came out from time to time.

At a cursory glance, seven or eight gunmen were leaning against the wall pillars in the lobby of the hotel and attacking each other, but their target was nowhere to be seen, including Jesse Kong.

"Bang bang."

At this time, another burst of gunfire was heard from upstairs.

"Whoa."

The glass shattered, a figure fell from the third floor, and fell to the concrete floor with a thud, the red liquid quickly spread, and the Asian man's body twitched a few times, and there was no more movement.

Good guys, hit from downstairs to upstairs.

Jesse Kong's revenge is really serious, even if he makes such a big move, he has to avenge being framed.

Looking at the corpse, the patrolman asked nervously:

"Plainclothes detectives?"

"Undercover? How many people are in there? ”

"Seven."

Ethan dropped a short sentence and looked back at the group of people crouching behind him.

The BFIPU group also looked a little nervous, some were constantly adjusting their breathing, some were tapping their fingers on the handle of the gun intensively, and even their bodies were trembling slightly, but their eyes were very determined.

This kind of scene can't make everyone flinch.

All of you have experienced the bullets, and there are some things that they are not afraid of.

Coming to this department, I was ready for a long time.

"Stay safe, everyone, don't take any chances." Ethan nodded in satisfaction, waved his arms, and continued to shout loudly, "Erin, Rusek, you two follow me." ”

"The others followed Antonio."

"I'll go to the left."

As the words fell, he stooped out with his shotgun in hand.

Needless to say, there are some things that have already been cultivated in the days and nights.

The people behind immediately dispersed, turning into two arrows and moving quickly towards the porch of the royal hotel.

"Shet."

Seeing the seven people rushing in against the gunfire, the patrolman and his partner glanced at each other and vigorously wiped the sweat from their faces.

(End of chapter)