1328 has heavy cargo
Three points of light on the radar are slowly approaching.
Two left and one right.
As soon as I saw this posture, I knew that I was coming for myself, and Beatrice had booked this room in the corner of the whole motel.
I can't think of any other reason.
The situation has changed again.
There are two spots of light on the left, one of which remains in place.
The remaining two continued to close.
Ethan exhaled slowly, picked up the AR15 with the silencer installed, and half-crouched behind the bedside table to aim the gun firmly at the doorway, but he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.
It stands to reason that their whereabouts should not have been revealed.
If Bill wanted to hunt down, he wouldn't let the old man in the branch give the address, all of which made people feel clueless.
But there are indeed people out there who are eyeing him.
Beatrice, who was leaning against the door of the toilet, looked even more confused, and she was signaled by the other party to hide without noticing anything, but the tacit understanding of the past few days still made her suppress her doubts.
Because the two of them were concentrating, the room seemed quite silent.
Just like the rooms next to them that have been resting.
After the two points of light stayed in the doorway for a few seconds, there was a rustling sound.
"Click!"
The door lock made a crunch.
The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and two old ink probes appeared in front of Ethan's eyes, and these two people were still carrying small pistols in their hands, looking like thieves.
That slippery eye rolls around.
And then it came to a stagnation.
"Hey, hey."
"Hey, hey, hey."
"Haha."
"Hahaha."
No matter how awkward the smile they squeezed out, Ethan could always snort more than the two of them.
His little pistol was like a toy in front of the two heavy firepower, and the two old Mo didn't dare to advance or retreat, so they could only stand at the door and laugh, their legs trembling like an electric shock.
In his heart, he cursed madly at the branch girl outside.
It is said that there is heavy cargo.
The two of them came over in a hurry, ready to get rich overnight and reach the pinnacle of life.
Who would have thought that it would be such a heavy cargo.
"Come in."
Beatrice put her fingers firmly on the trigger and said in a deep Spanish voice, "Your arms better not move, remember, bullets will always fly faster than you." β
"Tell me, what are you doing here?"
With a burst of her grunt, two Mexican men walked slowly into the room.
Leaning against the corner of the wall, he trembled and knelt down.
Of course, the gun in his hand couldn't wait to be thrown aside, for fear of causing some unnecessary misunderstanding.
After the two were disarmed, Ethan quickly came to the door with a gun and looked outside, only to see a woman with thick arms and a round waist being outside to smoke leaves, as if waiting for the moment of harvest.
Without any inquiry, when recognizing it as one of the branch girls that I saw when I came back.
He immediately understood.
This is when I met someone who wanted to fight the autumn wind on myself.
"Huh~"
The soft awkward laugh just now didn't attract the woman's attention, and the whistle finally made her react, and when she saw Ethan, who was standing diagonally at the door of the room, holding an assault rifle, the leaf in her hand fell to the ground in fright.
Without any words, the muzzle of the gun is the best command.
When the woman walked into the room, the two Mexican dudes stared at her with eyes that could almost breathe fire.
"I want to rob you."
Beatrice also asked what was going on, and smiled as she put on her coat: "It's all some street thugs, what do you want to do?" β
The guns on her body almost didn't scare the three people on their knees.
Especially the one that is still on the bed.
Now they can only keep begging for mercy, hoping that the other party will let themselves out like a fart.
"Hmph."
Ethan sneered and lowered the muzzle of the AR15.
Just as the joy of those people welled up in his heart, he pulled Glock cleanly and pulled the trigger with a blank face.
"Bang~"
After three rounds of gunfire, the entire motel fell silent.
Before you go.
Take these three men and sacrifice the flag.
Looking at the several corpses lying in a pool of blood, Ethan pouted and stuck Glock in the holster: "In Ling's eyes, they are just street thugs. β
"But if it's two ordinary people living here."
"These people are demons!"
Quickly stuffing the bazooka and two anti-personnel grenades into the bag, Ethan easily lifted them up, and did not forget to remind him: "I remember that there was a can of gasoline in the car, and I took it and burned it." β
Since there is a corpse, then the scene must be destroyed.
They've been here for a few hours, and there's no telling if they're going to leave something behind.
Beatrice has no opinion on this.
In her opinion, these people were killing themselves, there was nothing to be sorry for, and in less than a minute, the fire in the room spread rapidly, devouring all those old inks.
The engine roared.
As he passed the motel management office, Ethan stuck his hand out the window and threw a wad of dollars into the small room.
Not much, only two or three thousand.
It's just a hotel, and that's all there is to it anyway.
This move was completely unexpected by Beatrice, this guy would kill someone and be so simple, but he would do such a thing that seemed indifferent to her, it was really a contradiction.
"Please."
Ethan noticed her gaze, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Others are serious businessmen to support their families, why should we lose a sum of money because of us?" β
"Makes sense."
The female killer replied nonchalantly, and stepped on the accelerator heavily.
The black ford let out a muffled grunt and quickly disappeared into the night.
Trucking companies.
The security guard in the sentry box yawned at the small TV in the corner, the night was so long that even the beauty pageant in the picture could not lift his spirits.
Open the drawer and take out a rolled leaf from inside.
He walked out of the sentry box and spat at Ha Ya next to him, licked his lips, picked up the leaf and lit it, and took a deep breath.
Spit out a few clouds of smoke.
He walked to the grass in the distance, tore off the chain of his trousers, and released the water.
This series of movements was clearly visible in the telescope a hundred meters away, and Ethan slowly turned the camera to continue to observe other positions, occasionally saying one or two suspicious places.
Beatrice held a blank piece of paper and crossed out some of the places she had just missed.
Here, on the outskirts of Ciudad JuΓ‘rez.
More than a dozen freight companies are scattered in this desert and hills, and the small logistics park in front of them is the place where they will be raided, and it is also one of the dens of the Viper Organization.
More than a dozen trucks were parked in the parking lot.
Inside is a large storehouse, as well as a five-storey reinforced concrete building.
Even though it's late at night, the other parks are busy working, but here is quiet, with only a few trucks passing by from time to time.
"This should be it."
Ethan handed the telescope to Beatrice and rolled over on the dirt slope, "Seven snipers have been confirmed to be waiting for us inside, damn it, it's a big party." β
(End of chapter)