After the yelling, Jaber quickly turned off the sound of the computer.

The ashtray is also buckled into the hand.

"Boom."

As soon as he grabbed him and threw it back, someone else took AK and took the ashtray himself, that was a fart.

"Guns?"

Grabbing his phone, he quickly moved to the door.

The voice on the other side did not sound, but bared his teeth, as if he was hesitating about something.

"Say it quickly."

Jaber cautiously opened the door and came to the corridor: "Mom provoke Fake, don't tell me there is no gun in the house, you won't believe me if you kill me, what's the hesitation, where?" ”

There is no need to turn off the lights.

As soon as it gets dark, the whole house will be lit up.

"Okay!" Ethan's voice sounded helplessly:

"Right in the basement, next to the fitness area, there's a Kakarot light sign on the wall."

Telling him the password, Ethan didn't forget to warn: "Don't make a fuss about the things inside, if those three people can get it, you will kill them as soon as possible, and if you can't do it, find a room to hide!" ”

"I'll be back right now, safety first."

"By the way, there will be patrol officers coming over in a while, my vault must not be exposed, remember to close the !!"

Inside the stuff is very important.

You can't just watch Jia Bo go to the kitchen to get a dinner knife and go around with three well-trained black policemen with guns, that is undoubtedly letting the other party play with his life, but those things are not afraid of the other party's eyes.

Of course, you have your own arms, but they are generally placed in the space and used at any time.

The rest, that's the vault.

Forced to be helpless, he had no choice but to let Jia Bo take it at will.

The reason why he hesitated before was not that he was afraid that the other party would steal something, this kind of thought had never appeared, and Jabber was not that kind of person, but he was simply afraid of scaring this bastard.

"Long-winded."

Knowing that there was no surveillance in the house, Jaber had to be armed as soon as possible and hung up the phone.

Bend down and walk quickly down the stairs.

Soon came to the fitness area.

He didn't know what Kakarot was, but the tall golden retriever framed with a lantern was particularly conspicuous.

Push to the side, and an LCD screen will appear on it.

Drip, drip, drip.

With a snap, the white wall opened more than a meter wide.

In a hurry, he quickly walked in.

The body stumbled, the neck became stiff, a pair of pupils reflected the golden light, and the chin slowly opened.

The small gold mountain built in the corner of the wall almost made him unable to take his eyes off.

"Slip~"

The overflowing saliva was quickly sucked.

I finally came back to my senses.

Before he could curse, his attention fell on the wall next to him, which was too golden just now, making him subconsciously ignore this wall.

That green, fragrant wall.

"Sss

Take a gasp and walk briskly.

His heart was pounding, his face was flushed, and tens of millions of banknotes were piled up on the shelves.

At the bottom, there are suitcases leaning together.

Curious, he pulled the zipper.

Money.

It's all money.

Where did that bastard get so much money, Jabber only felt his head dizzy, and his eyes almost became a symbol of money.

"Boom."

The tone of the text message brought him back to his senses.

"Wake up, those are all waste paper, hurry up and get a gun to save your life!!"

"Fakyu."

Jaber froze, and looked to the other side with a thoughtful expression, and a gun carriage was set up on the wall, on which most of the guns Ethan had purchased one after another were stored.

Five AR15s, lined up in a row.

A variety of submachine guns are dotted among them, with old-fashioned double-barreled shotguns glowing and conventional pistols such as M1911 and Glock dazzling.

On the bottom bracket, the bulging grenades are lined up.

At the bottom are a few sturdy ammo boxes, all of which are filled with a variety of commonly used types of bullets.

Some of them were bought by Ethan.

There is also a considerable part of it, which is looted back.

Conventional accessories such as mufflers, daggers, and magazines are clearly placed on an oblique table, and there are two RPG-7 bazookas leaning against the corner of the wall, which makes the corners of Jabber's eyes twitch.

During this time, I didn't even realize that I was sleeping on top of an arsenal and a vault.

Damn, this is a preparation for war!

The equipment here is more than enough to arm a platoon, just a psychotic, a violent maniac, a golden pistol.

No, the Golden Pistol.

He walked up to a golden Colt M1911 with shining eyes, grabbed it unceremoniously, happily grasped the milky white ivory patch handle, and unloaded the magazine to check it.

Yellow-orange-orange bullets, in full view.

As for the golden sand eagle, he ignored it with great interest.

It's too strong to play.

Picking up another AR15, after checking it, he grabbed two spare magazines and inserted them into his body.

Skimming the grenade, fingers retracting.

If a few holes are blown up, that mother will have to go crazy to provoke Fack, and after a while, the patrol will come over, and some things that are easy to tell the source of the unknown will not be usable.

Jabber reluctantly looked at the gold on the ground and strode away with restless emotions.

Gritting his teeth and gnashing his teeth wildly.

The sour energy was washed away with blood, and with a blazing snort, he hurried up the stairs.

The vault slowly closes.

Manic gunshots rang out.

The residences of several members of the Roland squad were separately arranged for patrol officers to come to the door to keep an eye on them.

The members of the intelligence team quickly dispersed, drove and joined the patrol police, and together they searched the residences of several members of the Roland team.

The big troops, all in Hyde Park.

So the four of them, including Ethan, Hank, Burgess and Roman, drove all the way.

First, I was afraid that something would happen to Jabber, and second, I didn't know what would become of my family, and the tires of the Cadillac spun wildly, rushing left and right on the streets of Chicago at night.

Rushing in through the open iron gate, he stopped by the water wall.

The porch was illuminated by a blue glow, three patrol cars were parked in front of them, and several patrol officers from the 21st precinct were busy.

Some people are taking notes, and some people are taking pictures of the scene.

"Sheriff Morgan."

"Director."

Seeing a few people hurrying over, the patrolman nodded to Burgess and Roman again.

"Hi~"

Jaber was dressed in bells and whistles, and raised his hand with a smile at Ethan:

"I think you need a live mouth."

A few fingers twitched briskly, and it could be seen that he was in a very good mood, as if he had just vented some sour emotions.

The patrolman was taking notes on him, and there were several firearms on the ground next to him.

AK、AK、AK、AR。

M1911。

The first two handfuls were stained with blood, and the last one was golden, and the corners of Ethan's mouth twitched constantly.

Not far from Jaber, the old black man in the earrings was squatting dejectedly, his hands handcuffed behind his back, and a patrol officer was also taking notes on him.

"Fark!"

Ethan pulled out an afterimage and pounced, slamming it on the old black head of the stud. (End of chapter)