"Bang dang."

The cast-iron shelled grenade rolled on the ground and jumped forward, and in an instant it landed at the feet of a man, and the man in black desperately stretched out his foot to kick it away, but this kind of thing is not something that everyone can do.

Especially when the enemy is still in control of time.

The tip of the shoe was still some distance away from the grenade when the jumping small bomb exploded with a thud.

Suddenly there was a drizzle.

Crisp footsteps sounded.

Ethan choked on the smoke and walked around the corner, waving his hand to remove a small piece of flesh that had splashed on his shoulder, and his expression was similar to that of a fly.

His body was already splattered with blood.

The coat also became tattered.

The AR15 was no longer carried, and the submachine gun disappeared without a trace, and the bloodstained hand only carried a black-red glock, on which there were red water droplets dripping down.

His left hand trembled slightly when he saw the Iron Fist Bazooka that had fallen next to the guy who had been blown up.

A few drops of blood slipped from the fingertips.

Rushing all the way from the third floor to the fourth floor, despite allowing the body armor and radar to open the way, he was still wounded by an arrow, and his left arm was cut open with a gap.

That's right, it's an arrow wound.

Or a crossbow wound, the thing was extremely silent, and the sound left a gap in his arm.

It's too late to hide.

I have seen all kinds of weapons, such as long and short guns, grenades, compound crossbows, and rocket launchers, and I have almost been seriously injured several times, and even the bulletproof vest has broken two small holes, but fortunately there are inserts in it.

Under full firepower, those poisonous snakes without titles were basically cleared by him.

The rest fled in all directions.

"Wait for me."

Beatrice snorted from behind, and stopped him repeatedly.

"Why don't you wait here?" Ethan checked the magazine, shrugged his shoulders and said, "To be honest, you can't help now, don't worry, I'll leave Bill's life to you." ”

As she spoke, Beatrice limped up.

The thighs are tied with a belt.

One step at a time, this red mark has hers and someone else's.

"No !!"

Beatrice shook her head firmly, gritted her teeth and continued to move forward: "I don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment, there are some things that I have to do with my own hands, no matter how many people there are on the fifth floor." ”

"Besides, it's too dangerous for you to go up on your own."

The woman was holding a submachine gun in one hand and a grenade in the other.

A look of never giving up.

After all that she had done, Beatrice would never allow herself to collapse at the last minute, and despite the sharp stabbing pain in her leg, she forced herself to endure it.

Lives have been lost for a few years, and this little pain is nothing.

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and slowed his pace.

Unlike the other party, who was still tense, he seemed much more relaxed, there were some things that Beatrice didn't know, but he could observe clearly, and there were only two points of light left upstairs.

It doesn't matter if you bring her, it won't be so bad that the last two of you can stump yourself.

Over the corpses on the ground.

Ethan picked up the Iron Fist-3 bazooka that had fallen next to him, studied how to use it, and threw it over his shoulder.

I don't know where Bill got this shit, he just got two shots and almost blew himself up, and Beatrice was stuck in the thigh by a broken wooden board from this thing.

Almost stabbed the aorta.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the stairs, and Ethan walked like a rocket launcher weighing thirty pounds.

Later, Beatrice gritted her teeth and followed.

When they came to the fifth floor, both of them were a little stunned, the partition door was hidden, and the crisp piano sound inside was flowing like mountain spring water, which seemed very relaxed and happy.

I don't know what I'm doing.

After looking at each other, Ethan checked that there were no traps on the door, and then gently pushed the door open with Glock.

Unlike the eerie horror below, the lights on the fifth floor are still the same.

Everything here is so opulent, all kinds of expensive ornaments can be seen everywhere, and as Beatrice said, a spacious tennis court can be seen in the distance.

There is no doubt that there is a backup power supply on it.

Leaving a trail of filthy footprints on the marble floor, the two walked cautiously forward.

"Hahaha~"

At this moment, a burst of laughter like silver bells rang out.

The sound struck Beatrice like lightning, and her whole body stiffened, and she stood in place.

The crisp laughter came again.

Ethan frowned and stopped, it was clearly a child's laughter, and it was definitely not very old.

“NO、NO、NO！！！”

Beatrice's mouth came with words of denial, but hope rose in her eyes.

Ignoring Ethan's obstruction, she dragged her injured leg and quickly rushed forward, not even caring about the basics of hiding, eager to verify her idea.

Turning the corner, she froze.

The weapons in his hands also fell to the ground one after another.

Her eyes quickly reddened, and tears flowed uncontrollably, but she didn't make a sound, but her chest rose and fell sharply.

At this time, Ethan also came to her with a bazooka.

In the spacious living room, a little girl about four or five years old is happily watching TV, and in it Tom is chasing Jerry frantically, starting a farce.

Laughter sounded from her.

With her headphones swaying from side to side, you can see that she is in a very good mood.

On the other side of the living room, a long-haired white man in his fifties and sixties sat in front of the piano, with a hooked nose, a wrinkled face, and a loose linen dress, looking quite superior.

The fingers slammed down, and the piano echoed.

"My little girl."

A slightly magnetic voice sounded, and Bill stood up with his hands propped up in his chair, smiling at the place where the footsteps sounded: "It's worthy of the most powerful black mamba under me, this can make you break in!" ”

"Those shit!"

"Oh?"

He looked at Ethan in surprise and put his arms behind his back: "Who is this gentleman, how come I have never seen it!" ”

In addition to having the bearing of a superior person.

When he was pointed at by a rocket, he didn't look afraid at all, his waist was upright, and he still looked calm and relaxed, this courage is not something ordinary people can have.

is worthy of being the head of a killer organization, quite coaxing.

"She...

Beatrice ignored the nickname of the little girl, and trembled and pointed to the little girl with her back to her, her eyes extremely complicated.

"That's right."

Bill picked up the wine glass on the piano, smiled and nodded:

"This is your daughter."

"If you can see the front, you will see that little Beatrice has the same blue eyes as you, which is a fascinating color, thank God!"

"By the way, I gave her the same name as you."

"I see people now."

The leader of this killer organization raised his other hand, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly: "Can you please kill the person next to you first and then commit suicide?" ”

(End of chapter)