Switching from CT to T, Ethan did not feel any discomfort.

The pleasure of wanton and crazy plundering constantly stimulates the secretion of adrenal hormones, making his whole body become excited.

It's no wonder that there are professional robbers.

After experiencing this feeling, it is easy to get intoxicated and throw a few hundred dollars in front of the table into the bag, Ethan's eyes narrowed with joy, and no one who comes here to play is a good person.

Well, it's time to grab it!

A small psychological construction is done in an instant.

The money on the tables was also swept away by the three of them, and it was plundered in just a few moments.

"Huh~"

Borden whistled and reached out to the rear.

"Bang bang."

The three of them quickly pushed back, guns in their hands, and fired wildly at expensive audio equipment, wine racks, club decorations, etc.

Like a tornado, unfold sadism.

After this destruction, the club will not be able to restart in half a month, which will definitely make Watts become furious.

"Bang."

The door to the locker room was blasted open.

The shivering strippers hid under the dressing table in terror, covering their mouths so hard that they didn't even dare to breathe.

Jaber took control of the field with one person, and the other two quickly changed magazines.

Coming to the door behind the locker room, Ethan picked up the AKM and pulled the trigger frantically inside, and with the sound of exploding gunshots, the thin wooden door was torn apart in an instant, and two screams rang out one after another.

Break down the door and rush in quickly.

A bald man in the aisle clutched his thigh and struggled to grab the submachine gun that had fallen to the side.

"Bang~"

The palm exploded, and the submachine gun flew aside.

The other man was rolling on the ground in pain, and Ethan's blind shot just now lifted a large piece of flesh from his thigh, and it hurt to look at it.

A dozen or so security personnel, that's the limit of what a club can reach.

Not not careless.

For normal robbers, this is an absolute tough one.

Instead, they rushed to kill the three people.

It's just too brutal.

Borden didn't make a sound this time, and patted Jaber to make a cue, and the latter pounced forward and stepped on the man rolling on the ground: "Where is the money, give you three seconds to think about it." ”

To prevent the risk of exposure.

Ethan and Borden can not speak without talking, and all negotiations are handled by Jaber, after all, he is a complete stranger.

After grabbing the things, go straight back to New York and be done.

No one could find him.

The man who was signaled by Borden was one of the leaders of the Aryan Brotherhood, and if I guessed correctly, the other party was in charge here.

The sharp pain in his body and the muzzle of the gun in front of him could not make the black-haired man succumb.

His cold eyes were fixed on Jabber.

As if trying to penetrate the mask and remember this guy's face.

"Three."

Jabber began the countdown.

"Bang~"

The muzzle of the gun erupted in flames, and the bullet tore the black-haired man's ear, blasting a small crater in the ground.

"Fack~"

Half of his head was like being hit hard by a hammer, and the guy unconsciously scolded angrily, and his body shook like an electric shock.

The expression looked rather painful.

The muzzle of the gun went off in the ear, and the damage it did was much worse than a big slap in the face.

Wait for him to recover his strength.

Jaber smiled and moved the muzzle of the gun, and poked it hard underneath: "Ask you again, where is the money?" ”

"Same as before."

"I'll give you three seconds to think about it, please hurry up and answer."

"Office !!"

The black-haired man let out a pig-killing roar: "It's all inside, I'll take you over, don't shoot!" ”

I'm afraid that if I say a second slower, the bastard will count down another number and fire directly.

Borden skilfully guarded the VIP passage next to him, while Ethan and Jarber dragged the guy to the door of the office, which had once been Rebecca's office but was now forcibly occupied.

It can be regarded as a report and a report.

The door opened quickly, and it didn't look like the last time I had visited.

But it always feels a little smaller.

"Promise me one thing." The black-haired man's face was covered with sweat, and he hurriedly said, "You have to leave me some money to escape, otherwise even if you kill me, you won't get what you want." ”

On one side are fierce robbers, and on the other side are solitary traffickers.

Left and right are dead.

It's better to find a way to survive.

At this time, his face was extremely determined, and he roared: "I just need a chance to live, this is what I deserve." ”

"Hmm."

Ethan snorted and nodded slowly.

I didn't have time to look for it slowly, this place was raided, and I believe that Watts's support will come soon.

Every second counts.

The black-haired man was very single, and he didn't ask for any promises, struggling to get up, limping to the corner.

Open a picture and enter the password.

There was a dripping sound, and a crack appeared in the wall.

"Haha."

Jaber pushed open the secret door and pretended to be happy and uttered the designed words: "I knew there would be money in these places." ”

Joy is a half-truth.

This small compartment houses four or five travel bags.

And big bags of pills.

Not only did the club not transfer the proceeds for a few days, but even a part of the exclusive and sole proprietorship were also stored together, and this unexpected surprise was now all in Ethan's pocket.

Next, without any nonsense.

Garber carried the AKM behind his back, stepped inside, grabbed bags and threw them outside the office.

Even those pills were not spared.

Staying is just harmful.

After a while, most of the contents were emptied, and only some guns and other things remained.

"Huh~"

Ethan pulled open the bag, grabbed stacks of money and threw them at the black-haired man who was slumped on the couch.

Although most of them are small bills, there are also forty or fifty thousand.

He was still willing to keep his promise for this kind of inconsequential thing, and the farther this guy ran the better, which just made Watts confused, so he went in the direction of internal and external collusion.

Looking at the money in his hand, the black-haired man bit his cheek and grabbed it hard.

Even though he didn't want it.

But at this time, there is no choice.

Hooking two heavy travel bags on his body, Ethan smiled at the guy and turned away with heavy steps.

The rest of the bag also made Borden and Jaber pick it up quickly.

The three of them quickly retreated to the back door with the AKM, and slammed it open with a bang, and the night wind suddenly poured in with snowflakes.

"Oh my God."

Candy stood by the back door with a pistol in his hand and said hurriedly, "You're finally done, hurry up!" ”

Beside him, lay a man in black.

The guy's head drooped, and it was obvious that he had been knocked unconscious.

Anyway, it was clear that the old bartender did his job very well.

There are no words.

With the flick of the arm, one by one the travel bags flew towards the back of the pickup truck, making a muffled sound.

While on guard, retreat into the car.

In less than three minutes, the front door entered and the back door went out, and a group of part-time robbers rushed into the snowy night with a full harvest.

(End of chapter)