The night was deeper and the rain was more intense.

The icy raindrops crackled on his body, and the cap only felt cold all over.

But even colder than this was the screaming inside the house.

Unconsciously, he took a step.

It was only at this time that the guy remembered that his girlfriend was still in the house, and although most of the time it was just a dewy affair, it could be considered a girlfriend.

"Hey, idiot."

Danny grabbed his arm and pulled him back, "If you don't want to die, don't go in." ”

Staring at this guy, he nodded vigorously and said:

"I'm serious."

The hooked nose next to him also nodded slowly.

Regardless of what was going on inside, it was clear that the federal agent, who claimed to be a CIA agent, had come to hunt down the man, and they had already taken a great risk by leading the way.

The rest of the things must not be mixed up.

No matter what you hear or see, it's something that can kill you at any moment.

He also had no doubt that the other party could do that kind of thing.

It's a murderous one.

I can feel it.

Thinking of this, he silently took a few steps back.

As the big guy, the hooked nose did this, and the remaining few people were naturally unambiguous, and they all stepped back, and the caps were just a momentary rush of blood.

I really have that heart to save people, and I went in early just now.

Danny pulled, and he took a few steps back.

Inside the house.

Ethan looked to the kitchen, where he let go of his foot and kicked Yates in the stomach.

There was a muffled bang, and the latter's eyes went black for a while.

As if, the intestines were all poked off.

The guy couldn't move for a while, and Ethan walked briskly to the kitchen, went straight to the knife box, and grabbed all the sharp knives inside.

"Poof."

Stepping on the opponent's forearm, the knife fell like a meteor, sinking into most of Yates's palm and deeply embedded in the floor.

As concocted, one meteor after another fell.

With a scream, Ethan turned into a hot hand judge and nailed the neurotic into a large font on the living room floor.

The pain was so intense that Yates howled loudly.

Pressing his forehead, Ethan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, this is just the beginning." ”

Yates' eyes were cracked, and he was about to spit in his mouth.

"Huh."

A cleaver pierced through his cheek, and the tip of the knife emerged from the other side of his face, sealing the guy's last words in his stomach, leaving only a burst of snorting and slamming on the ground.

Yates kept knocking his head, hoping to faint.

But it backfired.

The stinging pain in the upper and lower parts of his body made his brain extremely clear.

"Phew."

Spit on this neurotic face, Ethan nodded contentedly, his tendons and tendons were broken, and he was not afraid of where this guy could run.

Grabbing one of the remaining dinner knives, he hurried to the bedroom.

The poor woman on the bed made him shake his head, after all, it was a step too late, and another innocent man died tragically at the hands of Yates.

However, he also avenged her.

The palm of his hand covered the woman's face, covering her round eyes.

Rub it slowly twice and move it down.

The eyes full of resentment finally became closed, and the face was no longer hideous.

"Hey."

Turning around, Ethan opened his arms to Nadia and asked with a smile, "Long time no see, do you miss your Boshi?" ”

The latter twisted his body and let out a whine.

Ethan hurriedly picked up his knife and cut all the rope and tape that had been tied to her.

"Ugh."

As soon as she tore the tape off her eyelids, Nadia bounced up from her chair and pounced on her hard, knocking Ethan over.

"Why is it so late!"

She hugged the person in front of her and kept crying, "I thought I would never see you again, Irene!! ”

Feeling the other party's trembling body, Ethan gently patted his back:

"It's okay."

"Shh

He hugged Nadia's hand tightly, and patted comfortingly, "Don't cry, you can go back to Chicago tomorrow, they are all waiting for you to throw a birthday party for Erin!" ”

For a long few hours, the assistant experienced extreme fear.

It's a feeling that Ethan can't understand.

At this time, I can only try my best to calm her emotions and help her calm down.

After sobbing for a while, Ethan's eyebrows jumped.

Dogs!

Nadia cried and cried, and suddenly smacked herself on the shoulder, and bit hard, Ethan could only frown and endure the sting.

After another ten seconds, the momentum finally relaxed.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and with Ethan's support, Nadia staggered out of the bedroom.

When she saw Yates who was nailed to the floor and still writhing in pain, instead of being afraid, she roared and rushed forward, her fists raining down, venting all the horror and grievances along the way.

A few minutes later, Nadia collapsed limply to the side.

She looked at the ceiling and breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling slightly as Yates, who had been beaten half-dead, next to her.

"Whoa."

The sound of water splashing sounded, and a strong smell of gasoline caught the attention of the two.

The former bewildered, the latter terrified.

At some point, Ethan found a gasoline drum and poured it on all corners of the house, but he avoided the spot where Yates was pinned and circled the place in a big circle.

"Boom."

The empty barrel fell beside Yates, and his body trembled a few times.

"Don't you really want me to burn you directly?"

Ethan crouched down beside him and slapped the guy in the face twice: "I know you must want to, but that happy ending can't be given to you, I want you to watch everything around you ignite a fire." ”

"Watch the flames spread to you inch by inch."

"The heat will make you and thirsty, make you blister, and make your skin explode."

Staring into his frightened eyes, Ethan grinned:

"You will experience untold pain before you are burned to death, and that is the hell I have created for you."

"I hope you enjoy it, Mr. Yates!"

"Hmm~~~"

Muscles rose up in his neck, and Yates let out a desperate roar.

But the dinner knife was stuck in the middle of his mouth, and he couldn't say anything.

"Ms. Nadia."

Smiling at the little assistant sitting up next to him, Ethan handed over the igniter in his hand: "If you want, I think you should have the right to flip the switch." ”

Naked lynching, blatant venting of anger.

Compared with the content of the police academy textbooks I usually read, it is completely different.

She didn't hesitate, gritted her teeth and took the igniter.

With Ethan's support, Nadia limped out of the house, and she glanced back, her trembling fingers pushing the switch.

On the igniter, small flames erupted.

The fire turned into a flame of revenge in her eyes.

Nadia's breathing became rapid, and she poked the igniter towards the ground with all her strength, and as she approached the floor, two fire dragons quickly rose up and swam inward.

One left and one right, surrounded Yates.

The fire grew more and more intense, frantically devouring everything it could touch, turning it into a purgatory.

Inside, a demonic roar kept ringing out.

Nadia turned a deaf ear, dropped the igniter, and threw herself into Ethan's arms with a relieved expression.

His hands clamped him tightly, and he was never willing to let go. (End of chapter)