On the side of the street, a gray Corolla slowly stopped.

Wisps of gray-white smoke kept coming out of the cracks in the windows.

As the afternoon sun became a little hot, Ethan tossed the cigarette butt into the ash jar on the cup holder, grabbed the Coke cup and took a big puff and burped again.

Not far ahead, there is a gray-and-white two-story house.

That's exactly what they're aiming for.

Five or six meters away from the house, in the three-story attic of another house, a light flashed behind the curtains, and Ethan hurriedly waved his hand to signal them to pay attention to concealment.

"Huh."

Hank hurriedly flicked the window screen and adjusted the angle of the VCR lens.

From his position, he could see any traffic close to the house next to him, and it was here that the Chicago Police Department's anti-independence team monitored the neighboring den, and the view was very good.

"Attention, everyone."

His eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly grabbed the walkie-talkie: "The target has appeared, prepare for a surprise attack." ”

"The gang was all carrying guns and bulletproof vests."

"Be sure to stay safe."

"Received~~~"

Replies rang out one after another on the intercom.

From his position, he could see an SUV slowly coming from the left, and the person driving inside was Roland, who was looking around vigilantly, looking cautious.

At the same time, Ethan also noticed an oncoming car in the rearview mirror.

"Bump."

He quickly got out of the car and slammed the door shut.

The SUV stopped beside him, and the people inside got out one after another.

They are also wearing bulletproof vests, and the old black with the earrings whose faces are swollen by himself is still holding a hammer in his hand, and the police badge velcro on these vests has been replaced with a pentagonal one.

Ethan raised his eyebrows, and the gang knew at a glance that this kind of thing had definitely been done more than once.

"Sheriff Morgan."

Roland stepped forward quickly, first looked at the Corolla, and then looked at Glock on the other party's waist: "The rest is left to us, you don't have to do it yourself." ”

As he spoke, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This guy in front of him is also a veteran.

"Of course I won't do it."

Ethan tapped the handle of his gun and swept towards the house next to him, "This is the place, I'll follow you." ”

"Don't worry."

Roland smiled and said proudly: "My hands and feet are very clean, and I will not swallow goods privately." ”

Well, the black police chief is also embarrassed to say that his hands and feet are clean.

Ethan smiled and stopped talking.

Since the other party thought that he was here to supervise the work, he didn't care, and made a tacit acquiescence.

It is necessary to do this kind of thing quickly, Roland knows the essence of it, he waved his arm, and several people from the anti-independence team quickly rushed forward, their steps were fast, and there was no extra sound.

On the third floor next to him, Hank recorded the scene with a camera.

In the shot, Roland takes the lead.

The rest of the group followed him in a line, speeding through the side yard and heading straight for the back door.

Ethan fell to the end and quickly followed.

This scene made Hank's eyebrows furrowed tightly, this team seemed to be so trained and fast, coupled with intelligence support, it could indeed form a dimensionality reduction blow to those solo dealers.

In the past, in Chinatown, there was a case of someone pretending to be a police officer to rob a casino everywhere.

And now, there is a wave of real.

Soon the group came to the back of the room, and all of them carefully stepped on the wooden steps to the back porch, and then they all took out their masks from their pockets and quickly put them on their faces.

Roland grabbed a spare one and handed it to Ethan.

It wasn't even a second before he shoved it back in.

The other party had already put on the black hood long before them, revealing only his mouth and bright eyes.

"Do it."

Giving Ethan a thumbs up, Roland waved his arm at the stud black.

I made up my mind.

When you have time, be sure to talk to this guy about this technique.

"Bang~"

The hammer hits the lock and lifts it open.

"Don't move."

Roland quickly pounced in, and when he saw the man sitting in the kitchen, he immediately pointed his gun at this guy: "Put your hands on the table, don't move!! ”

The people in the back, follow up quickly.

A pistol really scared the Mexican man.

"What happened?"

Just as they were in control of the scene, a woman in loungewear ran out of the next room, and before she could react, Roland picked up his arm and smashed the butt of the gun into the other's face.

Blood splattered and screams rang out.

"Don't scream."

Roland grabbed the woman again, and put the muzzle of the gun on the other party's head: "Do you want to die, tell me!! ”

"Woo."

The woman swallowed the sharp pain in her nose and quickly shook her head.

Nosebleeds trickled down the floor.

Ethan, who was at the back, moved his footsteps and looked carefully at the room that the woman had rushed out of, where there was still a spot of light.

It's different from the previous dens of solitary trafficking.

It looks like a place where ordinary people live, with all kinds of furniture and electrical equipment, and the pot of the gas stove next to it is still making a gurgling sound, and the spicy smell comes from inside.

"Shet."

The last remaining point of light ran out of the room, causing Ethan to curse.

"Mommy!"

A six- or seven-year-old girl dressed in purple stared at the scene in front of her with wide eyes.

"Daddy."

When she saw the Mexican man being held down, she cried out again in horror.

This situation is not shown in the information of the anti-independence group, otherwise they would not have chosen this place as the target, which is why Ethan cursed.

"Idiot."

Roland felt embarrassed in front of Ethan and kicked at one of his men:

"Hurry up and inspect the house."

Looking impatiently at the little girl, he was about to keep kicking.

The next moment, his body shook.

Stumble back two steps.

Ethan lifted him aside and quickly protected the little girl: "Do what you have to do, don't mess around!" ”

Don't look at Roland's honest appearance.

can be fiddled with by the other party in front of his subordinates, which is also a nest of fire.

"Who are you?"

The Mexican man looked at the muzzles of the guns in horror and asked in horror, "What do you want?" ”

Emotions immediately found an outlet, and Roland strode over.

"Bang."

The butt of the gun fell hard and smashed into the back of the opponent's hand pressed on the table:

"You come and tell me."

Every time a word pops out, it chisels hard.

After a few heavy blows, the back of the Mexican man's hand had become bloody and blurry, and Roland still felt a little unhappy, so he grabbed the other party's face hard: "Say, where is the goods?" ”

A bloodthirsty light came out of a pair of eyes.

Ethan frowned and dragged the little girl to death.

Roland finally revealed his true nature when he acted, and his temper was not wrong at all.

It's okay to even describe it as manic. (End of chapter)