The same question was raised by Beatrice to the old man just now.

The other party is just a simple single sentence.

and dispelled her doubts.

"Because that's what Bill meant." The blonde female killer repeated what she had just heard, gritted her teeth, and said, "The other party already knows that I will come here, and has made arrangements. ”

"Next, there were no raids."

"It's all a tough deal."

"Why did he do that?" Ethan furrowed his eyebrows, bit his cigarette and asked, "If he guessed that you would come, why didn't he set up an ambush in that branch just now?" ”

However, he quickly reacted.

Between this blonde killer and Bill, it's not just the enemy.

There is also a historical bond between them.

And I also have a feeling that the relationship between the female killer and Bill should be more than just a simple emotion between the superiors and subordinates of the killer organization, maybe something happened between the two.

Beatrice's performance is more like an extreme resentment that turns from love to hate.

However, he didn't ask about this.

There is a chance that I can be sure, but if I want to ask, I guess this female killer will go crazy.

No need to ask.

I'm not the kind of gossip person, Ethan knows exactly what he does, one is to eliminate the trouble, and the other would be great if he could ask for information about the senator.

What happened between them, it didn't matter to themselves.

"Humph!"

Beatrice sneered and glanced at the note, "That's where Bill and I first met, so this address must be fine, and he will definitely wait for me at that place." ”

"Bill won't be there alone, though."

"So."

"So we need to have more guns and ammunition." Ethan took her words, shrugged his shoulders and said, "These guns you bought temporarily are definitely not enough, and you know the strength of the Viper Organization very well." ”

"And."

He crumpled the note in his hand: "Where is this?" ”

"Juarez!"

Beatrice muffled back and stepped on the accelerator with a heavy foot.

Hearing this, Ethan's mouth opened slightly.

Unexpectedly, I went around and around and ran to that sin capital again, and the last time I went to Matt and a group of deltas, it was an in-depth experience of the local customs of Juarez.

If you are there to be targeted by a solitary peddler.

There is no doubt that bullets can fly anywhere on the street.

After the leader of the monopoly traffickers was captured back to the military base that day, the scene he saw from the rooftop was also vivid, with bazookas bombing indiscriminately and tracer bullets streaking across the night sky like meteors.

The flashing light of the police car was so powerless.

All of this proves one thing, and in that city, violence is the answer to all problems.

It is normal for the viper tissue to hide in Juarez.

Bill is in the mixed killer world, of course, he is not afraid of that kind of place, but he feels like a fish in water, and this kind of chaotic capital can easily snare a group of outlaws, there is no more suitable than that.

"Damn it!"

He nodded heavily and took a deep puff of his cigarette: "Then we really need guns, lots and lots of guns." ”

"Huh?"

Beatrice glanced at him, the corners of her mouth slightly curled: "Haven't you never been to Mexico?" ”

"Juarez is actually a very peaceful city, the people there are very friendly, you don't have to close the courtyard door at night, you don't have to be nervous, just think it's at home."

"Hehe~"

The two glanced at each other, both smiling disdainfully.

When it was getting dark, the two men who had changed cars finally arrived in Juárez.

The last time I came here was extremely hurried, basically all the way to the courthouse to bring people, and then returned the same way, and experienced a fierce firearm in the middle, so I didn't have a chance to take a good look at the city.

This time, it can be regarded as an additional layer of understanding of Juarez.

As a city with a population of 1.5 million, it has its violent side, and naturally it also has a peaceful side.

No matter how violent the underground world is, there will always be a distance from the lives of ordinary people, and there is a saying that if you don't want to go to trouble, trouble won't find you.

In the case of 70 percent, this is quite true.

The vehicles on the road and the pedestrians on the side of the road look the same as in other cities, with some worrying and some laughing.

They have all the things that normal people should have.

"What do you say?"

Ethan banged on the steering wheel and stopped the car at the traffic light: "As far as I can see, this is still a fairly normal city, well, why do these people park so far away?" ”

Cars parked behind the sidewalk are spaced very widely.

Without exception.

Pouting, Beatrice was about to explain, when the lights flashed next to her, and the roar of the motorcycle engine sounded.

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she quickly touched her waist:

"Be careful."

With a loud shout, a motorcycle rushed out from the side like an arrow from the string.

The tires spun wildly, sending up clouds of smoke.

The man sitting in the back seat held a broken AK in his hand, and he raised the muzzle of the gun with a hideous face, and as the trigger was pulled down, the gun exploded, and the cartridge casing was raised from the port of the bomb like a line.

The bullets rained heavily.

A car parked in the leftmost lane slammed its body, leaving more than two dozen bullet holes.

The front windshield was torn and a cloud of blood exploded inside, and no one in the car was spared from this terrifying attack, and everyone continued to tremble with the rain of bullets.

Come quickly, stop quickly.

In just two seconds, several people in the car were all killed at gunpoint.

The gunman, who was sitting in the back seat, put the AK down and swept towards several cars parked behind the zebra crossing in a warning manner.

It feels pretty good to have just dominated the fate of a few people.

His gaze was rather agitated.

Holding the AK in his hand makes him feel like he is God.

The momentary God's excited face suddenly stiffened, and he saw two black holes in the black Ford car next to him, and it was obvious that if he had shifted his muzzle slightly to that side.

Then the two guns inside will definitely not hesitate to fire at themselves.

That sense of control quickly faded.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, quickly stabbed his companion with his elbow, and the smoke rose and the motorcycle quickly fled the scene.

"As you can see."

Beatrice put down the Colt in her hand and said lightly: "In this situation, you should know why these cars are parked far away, right?" ”

When this kind of thing happens a lot, it will naturally become a habit.

Anyway, no one wants to be the inverted frieze who was accidentally injured by the gunman.

Ethan shook his head and chuckled.

Hit the gas pedal hard and quickly leave the intersection.

Juarez was still the same Juarez, never changed, as if nothing had happened except for a battered vehicle that was dripping blood.

There was no police, no one to help.

Only sporadic gunfire rang out in the night sky. (End of chapter)