The uninvited guest is a blonde woman.

The figure is extremely tall, close to one meter eight, the golden hair is tied up in a ponytail, and the face with the mouth pursed is very resolute.

That's right.

The adjective perseverance is the most appropriate for the woman, who is not pretty, but the bright eyes on the ordinary face can firmly grasp the attention of the person.

Jeans, with the zipper of a brown leather jacket on the upper body.

Shine the red vest inside.

And, the pistol and dagger that hung from his waist.

There was no one else in her eyes, she just looked at the curly-haired black girl fixedly, and the monstrous anger was not concealed at all, and the hostility could be felt by anyone.

Ethan's gaze fell on the curly-haired black girl.

The other party's originally calm face was now full of shock and apology, with a hint of fear.

Her cheeks gripped tightly.

His eyes were extremely complex, as if he had seen a dead man come back to life.

"Copperhead."

The visitor stood on his side, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded in a low voice: "I'm going to retrieve some of my deserved things now, I don't think you should have a problem with this, right?" ”

"Black Mamba."

The curly-haired black girl slowly stood up, her face sinking like carbon: "I know that I have hurt you very badly, but no matter what the result is." ”

"Yes."

Her breathing became heavy: "Spare my family? ”

It's a viper organization.

The nicknames of the people are all the names of poisonous snakes, and from their words, it can be judged that the woman and the curly-haired black girl who came behind seem to have a blood feud.

However, their nicknames are obviously from the same organization.

But at this time, it can't be so much.

Ethan gave the candy a quick glance and gestured to the ground, where a few drops of sweat were already on his face.

No need to be reminded.

None of these people seem to be good at it.

The old bartender wouldn't fight with these inexplicable people with a double-barreled shotgun, and he couldn't fight either.

Hearing the words of the curly-haired black girl who let herself let go of her family, the corners of the woman in the leather jacket tugged at the corners of her mouth, and the cold words popped out word by word: "I once pleaded with you, but what happened?" ”

"Bichi?"

A loud shout, like a starting gun.

Candy burst out at an unprecedented speed and slammed to the ground with lightning speed, pulling the double-barreled shotgun into his hand and rolling to hide at the bottom of the bar.

Others, invariably, held the handle of the gun.

Pull it out with a hideous face, or quickly lift it up, all trying to fire first.

"Bang~"

The first to strike was not the two men glaring angrily, but Ethan, who was sitting in the corner, flicked his wrist and the bullet whizzed through the side of his clothes, cutting a small hole in his armpit.

"Smack!"

The man who wanted to pick up the submachine gun exploded in a blood mist and smashed the table behind him with a thud.

The second fatal bullet was fired again.

The two gunners who were performing next to the billiard table just now were instantly overturned by him.

This time it was not an ordinary person.

After knocking the two guys over, Ethan quickly leaned back and fell directly off the barstool, albeit a little embarrassed, but also dodged a barrage of bullets swept in the air.

Then roll backwards.

The place where he was sitting just now was also instantly covered with a few bullet holes.

Sawdust flew at the bar, glasses exploded, and the whiskey inside was smashed into a splash of water.

The three men in the corner erupted almost simultaneously.

One of them raised his submachine gun and fired wildly at Ethan's location.

The gushing flames lit up his face.

Shell casings are constantly thrown.

When the battle began, the woman in the brown jacket did not pounce as the copperhead snake expected, but instead pulled out the gun and became short, and the whole person disappeared behind the bar, but the gunfire exploded.

The three people at the wooden table were instantly put into one by her.

Several clouds of blood mist exploded one after another.

It was obvious that the name of this black mamba was quite scary, and after she killed one person, the remaining two guys hurriedly changed positions and avoided the edge for the time being.

The gunfire exploded suddenly, and then quickly stopped.

As if nothing had happened.

Only the smoke of gunpowder that filled the air, and the blood mist that flew up proved that all this was real.

Heavy breathing sounded.

The remaining six were all hiding to keep themselves from being in the other's shooting range.

Around the wide bar, Ethan and the black mamba stood on both sides of the old tavern, while Candy lay inside, not daring to make any noise, lest they attract the attention of the men.

Given the various events that often happen in the bar.

Shortly after Ethan's return, Candy Fearful installed a large iron baffle under the bar to deal with emergencies.

I didn't expect that there would be a time when it would come in handy.

Still, they didn't dare to move.

After all, he hadn't tested what kind of firepower that the baffle could resist, and he didn't want to bet on the probability of being broken.

Looking at the three corpses lying on the ground, the copperhead cursed in his heart.

What a good ambush.

Now it turned out to be flanked left and right, and the little sheriff was even more difficult than he imagined, killing two of his own people in an instant, and hiding quietly.

It seems that the rattlesnake is dead.

There was even the California snake that had disappeared for a long time, and she licked her lips at the thought of this.

I regret not bringing a few more people over.

He even cursed madly at the rattlesnake in his heart, the megalomaniac who wears a cowboy hat all day.

You can't do it alone.

Don't waste time or anything.

It's good now, not to mention that people are dead, and they still make themselves so passive.

At this point, she bit her cheek and gestured to the two men hiding under the table, leaving one to guard the Chicago sheriff, and the other to surround the Black Mamba with herself.

On the radar, the light points move slowly.

One stayed where he was, while the other two crept into the place where the woman who had come in behind her.

It seems that this is an attempt to save yourself for the end.

Ethan pursed his lips and smiled, holding the foot of the barstool next to him with one hand, the heavy stool was easily grabbed by him with one arm, and he gestured at the position of the light spot on the radar, and threw it hard!

The barstool whizzed up from behind the bar and whirled towards the man who was moving with the copperhead.

This sudden movement attracted the attention of the man on guard.

He is very experienced in this kind of thing.

Immediately picked up the submachine gun and frantically pressed the trigger on the place where the stool flew, and more than a dozen bullets whistled out, tearing small holes in the bar, and drilling at the people who might be hiding behind.

The starting gun went off again.

Ethan predicted the other party's prediction, and surged forward the moment the stool was thrown out.

Pounce on your head like a cheetah.

In mid-air, gunfire began to fire, and flames lit up like fangs. (End of chapter)