Cave Bar.

The red men and green women were jumping and writhing frantically under the vibration of the electric music.

The stronger the wine, the closer the body will be.

In the colorful neon lights, the sweaty bodies collided, as if sparks were sticking together.

Because of the gang attributes, it makes it even more crazy to play here.

In many hidden corners, figures are sensational.

The cheers were endless.

And in the innermost part of this restless hall, two soundproof curtains were opened one after another, and a faint smell of blood gushed out, and a strong person wearing a bulletproof vest appeared under the neon light.

The vibrating electric sound made Ethan's hair tremble slightly.

His piercing gaze scanned everything in the hall quickly, stopping in a corner.

Pharmacy.

A Latino man with short black hair was sitting in a booth in the distance, and he was joined by a number of other people, seven or eight men and women, sitting together in a disorderly manner, enjoying a drink.

"Ahh

Suddenly broke into such two groups of people, which immediately caused screams.

The screams were quickly drowned out in the electronic sound.

Burgess looked at the two people hugging him, scratched his ears, and motioned for the other to continue screaming.

The two of them stood together with an embarrassed face.

looked at a few people who were fully armed, and immediately pulled them out uneasily.

This action made Burgess's face red.

Hurriedly shifted his gaze.

Looking in the other direction, Ethan noticed that Hank and several of them also drilled out of the soundproof curtain, and the headset had almost zero effect at this time, and the two made eye contact, and immediately chose to explode.

“CPD。”

"Chicago Police."

Loud shouts rang out one after another.

"Bang, bang, bang!!"

Ethan took off the silencer, put up the AR15 and kept pulling the trigger, bullets flying out in all directions, the speakers on the wall, the speakers, and the console in front of the DJ.

These things were hit one after the other.

The electric music that makes people laugh abruptly stops.

The sound of exploding gunfire echoed through every corner of the hall, followed by loud shouts.

"Chicago Police."

"Don't move."

"Squat."

"Put your head in your hands!"

A large group of people pounced like wolves and quickly took control of the scene.

It's doomed, no one will cooperate honestly.

The bald man spread his legs and fled, but was chased by Burgess from behind, and the butt of his rifle fell to the ground, and the two men stretched out to their waists with hideous faces, and Erin opened fire decisively, knocking the man down with a bang.

Suddenly, a man in the booth next to him stood up angrily.

Flip open the hem of your shirt and grab the pistol stuck in front of you.

Seeing this, Horstead pounced forward and slammed the man back into the seat with a heavy kick, the huge muzzle of the shotgun against the opponent's head.

"Bang~"

The Latin man, who was swinging his fist, was knocked over by a shot from Atwater.

The blood mist rises.

Under the brilliant neon lights, it looks particularly glamorous and ambiguous.

Sporadic gunfire.

Ringing constantly.

"Bang~"

Ethan quickly turned the muzzle of his gun, and several bullets flew out.

The two security guards who took out their guns exploded several clouds of blood mist on their chests, and their bodies knocked over the booth next to them, and the wine bottle fell to the ground, and the pungent smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of blood was unusually rushing.

I quickly pulled the trigger a few times, and the card seat in the distance popped and exploded a few small holes.

This movement shocked several people who were about to move.

With Ethan and Hank taking the lead, everyone in the intelligence group used thunderous means, and the people who dared to draw their guns were a minority after all, and after taking a few lives, they quickly suppressed more than 100 people here.

At least a small half of the people here are gang members.

If you don't suppress them in the shortest possible time, it will be a big problem if you make a noise.

"All women."

Hank walked briskly towards the booth where Ethan had just shot, and yelled loudly, "Get me out!" ”

"Let's go!"

It's another reprimand.

The delicately dressed women in the cave bar all stood up tremblingly.

Start with small steps, then move with big steps.

In the end, he desperately fled, for fear that he would never be able to leave this place again if he slowed down for a while.

Controlled by a firearm, the others did not dare to move.

After a few seconds, the crowd thinned out a lot, and the entire hall became quiet.

But they didn't let their guard down.

The muzzle of the gun moves slowly, and you are on the lookout for possible dangers.

"Pharmacy."

Hank came to the booth, reached out and grabbed the short-haired man's clothes, and dragged the other man out of the booth with a hard tug, knocking over a table of drinks and falling to the ground with a crackle.

The body also fell to the ground with a thud, falling onto the shattered glass.

"Fack!"

The drugstore gritted its teeth and let out a roar.

"Smack~"

A slap in the face of the other party.

Hank put away the gun, grabbed the drugstore's neck hard, slapped him again, and yelled angrily: "You trash, you dare to kill my friend, tell me, why?" ”

"Who commanded you?"

As he spoke, he slapped out a few more times, and slashed at this guy.

"Hey."

Another man in a knitted hat on the booth let out a loud cry and drooled, "What are you bastards doing, you think you can get out of here alive, huh?" ”

A figure quickly approached, and Ethan stepped on the booth sofa.

Raise your foot and kick hard.

The hard soles of the boots clattered at the guy.

"Can you live?"

"Ahh

"Who are you?"

"Fake."

"I'm a timid person, and I'm most afraid of being threatened, do you know?" Ethan held on to the backrest and kicked at the guy again: "I'm scared now, what should I do??? ”

"Bang."

As soon as he stepped down, he covered his stomach with a knitted hat and couldn't scream anymore.

"You."

Looking at the person sitting next to him, Ethan stepped on his chest again, and imprinted this guy on the back of the card seat: "Your eyes seem to be very unconvinced, do you want to threaten me?" ”

“NO。”

The other party shook his head frantically, and the horizontal flesh on his face shook together.

On the other side, it continues.

Several big slaps in a row, but the pharmacy didn't snort.

On the contrary, there was ruthlessness in his eyes.

Hank has seen this kind of look, regardless of the look in his eyes, this is a hard-mouthed guy, and he has to use means to do it.

"Burgess."

He looked left and right and pointed to the humidor on the table next to him:

"Bring me the cigar gun."

"Okay."

Burgess hurriedly grabbed the small and delicate flamethrower and handed it to Hank.

"Haha."

The pharmacy sneered, and said with a look of disdain: "I thought that a little burn would make me speak, Mom provoke Fak, do you only have this means?" ”

"Bichi."

Hank grabbed him by the neck and snapped, "I don't need to say it, I think someone will help you say it." ”

"Ethan."

With a low shout, the flamethrower flew out of his hand.

When he entered, Hank saw that the drugstore had a close relationship with the knitted hat, and they were also sitting together in the booth and talking happily, and this kind of person could not help but brag about what he did to others.

Therefore, he immediately shifted the target of torture.

(End of chapter)