Looking at the weapon accessories that covered most of the bed, Beatrice was already a little sluggish.

She didn't think she could afford to buy more guns.

But what the hell is an RPG.

And grenades, submachine guns...

"Did you rob a small arsenal?" The female killer grabbed the bazooka and checked it in her hand, and after making sure that it was not a fake, she looked at Ethan in confusion: "What channel are you?" ”

"How can you buy so many things in such a short period of time?"

Even if you find those arms dealers you once knew, you may not be able to buy such sophisticated equipment, which are basically big road goods like AK.

It's all good stuff here.

The official price of the MP5 submachine gun alone is more than 1,000 US dollars, which was bought in the hands of gun dealers, and the price will go up.

Generally speaking, gun dealers rarely prepare such high-end goods.

Especially here is Juarez.

Human life is too cheap to afford such a good thing.

"Don't ask."

Ethan opened the bullet box and pressed it neatly into the spare magazine: "I won't say if I ask, anyway, Bill definitely doesn't know what weapon we will bring to the door." ”

Usually when he goes out, he has to carry a lot of firearms.

What's more, this time, it was clearly against the killer organization.

Before leaving Banshee Town, he had gone alone to the underground weapons depot in Procott's small barn to collect a batch of things, and now he had only taken out some of them.

Beatrice shrugged her shoulders and stopped talking.

She sat down on the bed with Ethan, grabbed a handful of bullets and pressed them into the magazine, and the room became quiet.

All that was left was the clicking sound.

The female killer's expression was very focused, tilting all her emotions into the bullets in her hand, and in a few hours, these emotions would pour out with the gunfire.

Blonde hair, falling from her face.

Although he was holding a bullet that symbolized violence and death in his hand, he was a little more flexible.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Beatrice could certainly feel the gaze that came from time to time, and she pursed her lips and raised her eyelids slightly.

"Nothing."

Ethan inserted the stuffed magazine into the MP5, pulled the bolt and removed the magazine again, and added another one: "I didn't notice that you are actually a woman, and you are quite good-looking!" ”

This female killer is about the same height as herself.

A pair of extremely slender legs.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the skinny jeans were tight and the curves were quite seductive.

A tight vest on the upper body.

It's not as small as I imagined, and it's quite feminine.

"Click!"

Beatrice pulled the bolt of the gun very simply, grabbed the handle of the gun and squinted at him, "Mr. Morgan, what are you trying to say?" ”

"I'm a man in your eyes?"

Well, that strong murderous aura is almost overflowing.

"I'm sorry."

Ethan smiled and threw the submachine gun aside: "You know it's not that, it's just the feeling you gave me before, forget it, I mean we're more like a pair of murder partners, aren't we?" ”

When the other party is about to explode.

He bounced up from the bed, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "You just don't say anything, put your equipment in order, I need a comfortable hot shower before I move." ”

Picking up clothes, Ethan took three steps and two steps into the bathroom.

"Huh!"

The water from the shower gushes out.

A faint amount of moisture came out of the bathroom, accompanied by a pleasant whistle, and it was obvious that he was in a rather cheerful mood, and it was necessary to relax his nerves before the shootout.

in the room.

Beatrice pursed her lips and viciously pressed the bullet into the magazine.

"Dah."

There was a soft thud.

Before she knew it, the magazine was full, and the yellow-orange-orange bullet rolled down the sheets, and she stared at it for a few seconds before tossing it aside.

Vest, rip off with your hands.

Revealing a body full of scars and a shocking beauty.

That Yingying held it.

Goosebumps quickly appeared.

As she breathed heavily, it continued to rise and fall.

Beatrice glanced at the bathroom inside, gritted her teeth and made up her mind, and the skinny jeans were discarded on the floor after two or three strokes, and she took a bottle of tequila that had been left on the bedside table and poured it violently.

Then he took the wine bottle and walked in with his slender legs.

Light footsteps.

Her stiff buttocks swayed as she walked, feminine as she walked, and the tequila in the bottle swelled back and forth with her waving arms.

"Oh."

An exclamation sounded: "I'm taking a shower, what do you want to do?" ”

Beatrice put the tequila on the washstand, grabbed her hair and knelt on her knees, and let the water splash on her: "Maybe we'll all die later, what do you think I want to do before that?" ”

"Maybe it's time to prove to you that I'm really a woman!"

"Wait."

Ethan gasped, squinted his eyes and said:

"I didn't mean that."

"Hmm~"

The female killer tilted her head back, looked at Ethan with blue eyes, and scratched the corners of her mouth with her thumb: "Mr. Morgan, are you asking me to stop?" ”

"Don't talk, keep going!"

The latter grabbed the tequila and poured it into the bottle: "That's just a habitual politeness, don't take it to heart." ”

The liquor pierced the throat, and a line of fire went straight to the lower abdomen.

The white mist that filled the air was soon sparsely choked by the restless figures.

It's getting to midnight.

It was supposed to be time to rest, but the corner room of the motel seemed to be extremely busy, and the two people who were relaxed and slightly murderous were constantly putting on various weapons on themselves.

"Click."

The tactical belt is tightly fastened to the body.

The holster was also tied to his thighs, and Ethan quickly inserted Colt and the dagger into it.

In addition to a row of grenades, there were two Glocks on the side of the belt, several spare magazines on the waist, a pistol on the left, and a long magazine for submachine guns and assault rifles on the left.

Put it in a clear category.

The MP5 is attached to the waist and secured with a simple back buckle.

The whole person looks murderous.

"Take it."

Beatrice grabbed a leather coat and threw it at him.

Ethan took his coat and put it on his body, and the fierce and unusual deadly weapon was immediately covered tightly, and the female killer standing next to him was also dressed almost the same.

She was also covered in weapons.

There is nothing unnatural about what happened just now, neither of them.

Ethan has long since shifted to an American mindset in this regard, sometimes everyone takes what they need, and it's not a big deal for everyone to have a friendly social activity, and then it should be as it should be.

The idea of what to be responsible for is completely non-existent.

He was.

The same goes for Beatrice.

"Huh."

As he grabbed the AR15 assault rifle and was about to carry it behind his back, Ethan raised an eyebrow and whistled softly at the female killer.

The latter reacted quickly.

The two quickly separated, each hiding in a corner of the room.

(End of chapter)