"Puff~"

Bullets flew in from the outside, chasing the back of the man who was holding his severed finger and fleeing to the corner of the room.

Several clouds of blood mist exploded one after another.

The man staggered to the ground, and soon stopped moving.

"Fake."

The man hiding behind the wall cursed angrily, and quickly pounced with his pistol, about to return fire in the direction of the doorway.

But his move is undoubtedly to die.

Several bullets swooped in his face and slammed into his body.

Before he could make any effective resistance, he was violently overturned, and he fell onto the mattress next to him with a hint of dazedness, blood foaming from the corners of his mouth.

Didn't you say that this was the Garden of Eden?

Didn't the person in charge of this place say that he would be so happy that he would go to work every day by leaning against the wall?

Why.

Why is it that I have just been hilarious, and I am about to get off work completely.

It's so unpleasant!

With the last thought, the bald man's eyes froze, and his chest completely stopped rising and falling.

Seeing the bald man lying on the sheets and the naked woman curled up and shivering through the swinging curtain, Ethan retracted his right gun in satisfaction.

The second must-kill target.

Reached.

The two guns were fired in unison and continued to move forward.

Whether it's anyone or not, it's going to put the most psychological pressure on those guys anyway.

Gunfire flickered.

Like a fire in hell, it keeps rising.

Around the corner, two men roared out together, their guns spitting bullets frantically, trying to kill the man, but they were forced to fall by the rain of bullets that were even more intense.

"Click."

Under the high-intensity shooting, the two Glocks were hung up in empty positions one after another.

The man who had been knocked to the ground by two bullets had a happy face, he struggled to raise his pistol, and shouted with hatred: "Bastard, follow me... ”

The voice came to an abrupt end.

It's as if there's something wrong in this world.

The two Glocks in the hands of the grim masked man flickered, and the sleeves suddenly returned to their original appearance, and even the silencer on one of the guns disappeared in an instant.

This strange scene even made him forget to pull the trigger.

His eyes couldn't help but blink.

"Bang~"

Ethan fired his bow left and right, and the two guns in his hand rang out again, beating the stunned man to tremble wildly.

The use of space is entirely possible to create the effect of infinite ammo.

Used to catch the enemy off guard.

However, this kind of card BUG method can only be used when acting alone and without surveillance video, but I have to say, the effect is really good, and no one can guard against this trick.

"Ding~"

Empty cartridge casings fall.

Watching the man die in shock, Ethan shrugged his shoulders and lowered his guns.

"Bang~"

A loud bang came from behind.

There was a heavy sound of landing, and the point of light on the radar suddenly changed from parallel to downward, and a howl sounded in the night sky.

Cold air, with snowflakes pouring in.

The temperature dropped dramatically.

Ethan immediately spread his legs and scurried across the hallway and corner.

The wooden planks in the window had been torn open a huge hole, and the broken planks were still shaking slightly.

Even a worm will turn.

That's what I'm talking about.

With so much gunfire and screams that the ghost knows how many people have been killed, and when others resisted, the clever little clever ghost had already found a way to survive.

Flashing to the side of the hole, Ethan didn't make his head.

Instead, he picked up the heater next to him and threw it high at the hole.

"Bang~"

With a few gunshots, the heater was splashed into a cloud of sparks, and the heating pipes on it were torn apart, and broken glass fell everywhere.

Take advantage of this gap.

Ethan dodged out, and Glock pointed steadily downstairs.

A figure, lying in the snow.

The flickering light of the gunfire completely exposed his position, and his sweaty face looked extremely hideous.

It was the guy who leaned out of the back row that night.

"Bang~"

The trigger is pulled hard.

The warhead whistled out, shattering and melting the snowflakes.

It fell on the man with another snap.

This black-haired guy jumped downstairs in a pair of underwear, and was already cold enough, but now he was even more stiff when he was shot by a shot, trying to pull the trigger but couldn't exert his strength.

"Damn it!"

A feeble curse sounded in the snow.

"Smack."

There was another crisp gunshot, and the bullets flew at high speed and smashed his mouth directly.

The warm liquid kept coming out, melting the snow with a little heat, and soon it turned into a thin layer of bright red ice chips, which were crushed by the convulsions of the body from time to time.

More red liquid, and then quickly spread over.

Looking at the bright red flowers blooming in the snow, Ethan put away his gun in a good mood.

The purpose of this trip was all achieved.

ruined the business of the Aryan Brotherhood and beheaded a group of his men.

Even if it's a dense tree.

It can't withstand such a slash from the east and west, and in Ethan's opinion, this is just the beginning, even if it is an organization that has undergone semi-military training, it can't withstand such continuous weakening.

Don't care about the person twitching in the snow.

He put away a gun and walked carefully down the aisle.

There is also a room at the back.

It's just that the remaining three points of light are all crowded into the corner of the room, and those people should have come out of it just now.

Pick up a broken wooden board and smash open the hidden door.

Several screams erupted.

"Please."

The woman's frightened voice rang out: "They are all gone, and here are just a few of us, we don't know anything, and we haven't seen or heard anything." ”

"Please don't hurt us!"

The muzzle of the gun slowly opened the door, and an indescribable smell hit my nose.

Sweat, fishy smell.

A variety of flavors are mixed together.

The three unwielding girls were all curled up on a bed in the corner, their knees clutched, their heads pressed down desperately.

Didn't dare to raise your head at all.

These tips can greatly increase their chances of survival.

The room inside was a little larger, much more comfortable than the Syrian wind just now, with two or three iron beds placed against the wall, with people living below and a lot of miscellaneous items piled up on top.

In the middle of two large couches, the coffee table is full of wine bottles and leftover pizza boxes.

There is also a small tray of flour on top.

A few small paper tubes rolled up for a dollar were tossed around, and the bank cards scraped the flour out a few ways, but looking at the messy appearance, it was clear that their party hadn't officially started yet.

This is supposed to be a place for the staff to take a break.

In the corner next to it, there is also a TV.

There's a showset playing on it.

But it's not a thing on the market, and looking at the environment in the picture, it's obvious that it's their own film.

"Don't move."

Ethan slapped his thigh with a pistol and walked over slowly: "Keep it the way it is, you can all live." ”

(End of chapter)