"Smack."

Another slap was drawn, and Ethan slowly stood up under the gaze of dozens of people.

"Who do you think you are?"

He stood on the table of the booth and looked at the ponytail man condescendingly: "You let me stop?" ”

With a flick of his arm, he grabbed the AR15 that had just been carried behind him.

And the boa constrictor revolver in the holster was also drawn.

One black and one silver, two guns pointed at the man at the same time, Ethan said coldly: "Do you want to bet on which of my two guns will shoot bullets, or fire at the same time." ”

Threat.

Naked threats.

The ponytail man hadn't been pointed at like this for many years, he tightened his cheeks and turned his head to look at Hank: "Director Boyt, you have got the information you want, and you can leave with your people next." ”

"Trust me."

"It's a good thing for everybody."

"You've killed a lot of my guests." He took the cane handed by someone else and poked it heavily on the ground:

"You can't overdo it!"

"Huh~"

As the cane fell, dozens of gang members around him, many of whom quickly drew their guns, and those who did not have guns also picked up the wine bottles around them, and one person's breathing became heavy.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

But the gunshots did not ring out.

The men were armed with guns, but their muzzles were down.

This was the last line of safety that was tightened, and although the gang members looked at the Chicago police officers with fierce eyes, no one dared to raise their guns easily, and no one from the intelligence group could shoot.

If you are not careful, it is a big fight.

Casualties are easy to occur in chaotic battles, and although the bulletproof vest is equipped with inserts, it does not have much effect at this time.

As soon as the man appeared, he twisted the scene around.

"You know me?"

Hank stepped forward and pinched Glock in his hand: "You think what I'm doing is going too far?" ”

"Of course."

The pony-tailed man lifted his cane and said with a cold face: "Hank Boitt, you have been up and down in Chicago for decades, you are a tough guy, I respect this, forget the person you killed just now." ”

"The man with you is leaving now."

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen later."

The group of sturdy men who came out behind him also slowly dispersed, and these people carried a handful of guns in their hands.

Pistols, submachine guns.

The whole nine yards.

Not only the two patrol officers, but most of the people in BFIPU also became highly nervous.

This kind of confrontation of firepower levels is something that many people have never experienced.

A little bit of fine sweat keeps popping up.

"I'll go."

Hank narrowed his eyes, and a hoarse voice rang out:

"I will definitely take your nephew and his companion with me, these two men murdered the former chief of the 21st Precinct in the street tonight, and must be tried by the law."

"If you want the Chicago Monarchs to fall with you, shoot me."

Hearing this, the dozens of gang members had different expressions.

There is hesitation.

There are faces looking at each other.

And the ponytail, on the other hand, looked at the pharmacy with unusual anger.

The cane clenched hard, and the green tendons rose.

"I don't know."

The pharmacy shrank back at that gaze and stammered, "There was an old black man in the car at the time, but I don't know who he is." ”

"Do you want to come up and say hello to me when I kill someone?"

"Whew."

Ponytail sighed, his eyes struggling.

That was his only descendant, and if the Chicago Monarchs had been so easily destroyed, they would have ceased to exist for an unknown number of years.

There was a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

The slender and delicate cane was about to roar and crash to the ground.

"Bang."

There was an extra hole in his head in an instant, and the back of his head exploded like a watermelon, splashing the faces of several people behind him with red and white objects.

The muzzle of the python's revolver emitted a wisp of green smoke.

Before the smoke could clear, the next red-hot bullet whistled out, smashing the head of the man standing next to the ponytail, and the submachine gun in the other's hand slipped and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

Holding the AR15 firmly in the other hand, he frantically pulled the trigger.

Both guns are fired in unison.

The muzzle fireworks were almost in a ball.

The gunfire rang out like a storm, and more than 20 bullets flew away, setting off a bloody storm on the seven or eight people who were brought out of the ponytails, and under the impact of the bullets, the blood mist exploded.

The rapid gunfire stopped in less than two seconds.

"Ding."

Empty shells flew out of the bomb throw, slammed into the table with a crunch, and tumbled down onto the couch.

"Phew~"

Ethan spat to the side and looked at the others viciously: "This mother provokes Falke to speak so arrogantly, I thought that bullets would not kill!" ”

"You bastards, who wants to try !!"

"Lost the gun!"

This sudden outburst frightened everyone present.

Before they could react to what was happening, the gang that led the gang was all shot violently, and they didn't even have a chance to fight back, and all the gang members looked at the person standing on the table in a daze.

The handsome face was full of violent murder at this time.

The two guns have become scythes in the hands of the Grim Reaper, and they will whizz down at the slightest disagreement.

"Smack."

Swept by his cold gaze, a double-strand trembling, the gun in his hand slipped to the ground, the sound rang out one after another, a pistol fell to the ground, and the wine bottle kept rolling.

The people of the intelligence group immediately breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ethan in shock.

Such a decisive solution was something they did not expect, and they thought that an extremely tragic firefight would break out.

Everyone, is mentally prepared.

If you are lucky, you have to go to the Chicago hospital to walk like that, if you are unlucky, you will be lifted by six people, but the life and death crisis is taken away by the other party in an extremely swift way.

"Get down."

"Don't look around, put your head in your hands."

The BFIPU quickly dispersed and roared at the rest.

“CPD。”

A loud cheer rang out, and Antonio rushed in first, followed by a dozen patrolmen behind him, and quickly aimed Glock at the man lying on the ground.

Cooperate with the firing group to copy all those people.

For a time, the handcuffs were not enough.

The patrol officers were all disheveled, and the pungent pungent smell quickly spread through the hall, and many of them coughed loudly.

"Ahem, cough, cough~"

Antonio covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and his reddened eyes looked at the corpse lying on the ground:

"God."

"What are you doing in there?"

Ethan jumped off the table and put the python in his holster: "What are you doing out there again?" ”

"Ahem~"

Coughing a few more times, Antonio waved his hand and fanned the air: "These bastards have gathered a large group of people outside, blocking us from rushing in, and there is no choice but to use tear gas." ”

"There are more patrols out there and are taking control of the scene."

Looking at the fallen corpse again, he couldn't help but lick his lips and feel a thirst in his throat.

(End of chapter)