Brock furrowed his eyebrows.

His face was a little heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Yes."

After a few seconds, he nodded heavily: "But the fire of those robbers is very fierce, put on your body armor, bring all the spears, five minutes to prepare, and then assemble here!" ”

The words fell, and the several town policemen sitting there all stood up.

They have started to prepare for action.

It was a normal command, but it made Bunker lick his lips and breathe heavily.

Eight people here.

In other words, I set off directly.

However, Brock's move was also expected, Ethan had already told himself in advance, and under normal circumstances, the other party would definitely make some time to come out and inform.

It's a great time lag.

If Cruz was undercover, she would never let go of this opportunity.

Bunker's gaze shifted to his colleague's back, who was walking into the locker room with another newly recruited policewoman, which was no longer in his surveillance range.

Brock hurried upstairs.

With a heavy breath, Bunker reached into his pocket and fumbled for a spare phone to contact Ethan, sending out the text messages that had been edited in advance.

Turning, he strode to the equipment room.

The mystery of all this will be revealed in a few minutes.

"Ding~"

There was a crisp sound on the phone, and a message popped up on it.

It's just an Arabic numeral 1.

The scarlet cigarette butt flickered on and off, followed by a thick puff of smoke.

Ethan took a sip of whiskey and looked at his phone, receiving this number, it means that Bunker's side has thrown off the fishhook, and his expression is very solemn, if the phone rings within thirty seconds.

Prove that Brock has no other ideas, and report to himself as soon as possible.

A little later, it may be possible to reach someone else first.

Even if no one from the Aryan Brotherhood comes, Brock's actions at this time will more or less affect his future treatment of him.

"Buzz."

In less than ten seconds, the phone vibrates.

"This is Morgan."

"I'm Brock." The voice on the other side was lowered, and he said hurriedly: "Damn, has your friend been staying in Banshee Town and preparing to make a move on Watts, he has been exposed." ”

"Evacuate immediately."

"I can only delay for five minutes to get him to pack up his things and run!"

“OK。”

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and replied in a deep voice, "I'll inform him immediately." ”

The other side stopped talking and hung up the phone immediately.

Putting his phone back in his pocket, he continued to look outside with his eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what to pray for now, the truth would tell him the answer.

In order to act in full, there must be someone here.

Forget about the candy.

Don't accidentally get caught, so he can only guard here by himself.

The curtains fluttered, and it was pitch black when viewed from the second floor.

He was just able to observe any traffic outside, and he didn't miss any movement, and the cigarettes were snuffed out one after another, wisps of smoke rose, and time passed minute by minute.

A few rays of light pierced the night, coming through the cracks in the trees.

The movement speed is very fast.

Ethan's heart raced a few minutes, he bit down on the cigarette butt and grabbed his phone with a quick hand, it had only been five minutes since Bunker sent a text message.

That is, the people from the police station are preparing to go.

He squinted his eyes and looked out the window again, only to see that the lights disappeared in an instant, and everything returned to its original appearance.

This sneaky movement must be coming here.

Cruz!

Ethan bit the cigarette butt and a puff of smoke erupted from the window.

Although he was prepared in his heart, when he really confirmed that it was the tight policewoman, his face still became extremely ugly, interesting, and it was really a bitter trick.

Pushing back in the future, everything makes sense.

I remember that Carly once told herself that the two people who came to collect protection money at that time only pushed and shoved after Cruz came.

This should be a deliberate choice of one's own place to conflict.

Watts then appears to distract himself, and finally arranges for a few more people to seek revenge on Cruz, one after another, to arouse her guilt and make her successfully approach her.

What I did before was a foreshadowing.

Under normal circumstances, when you see someone being attacked for your own sake, you will treat them as friends.

If you offer to be a black glove for yourself, you won't be rejected so easily.

Damn, everything is a routine.

It is estimated that the conflict in the alley is also calculated for himself, if he hadn't continued to go to the old place for lunch that day, Cruz and those people would not have been able to fight at all.

It's really uncomfortable to be calculated.

But now that we know who it is, everything is like a dark cloud.

Don't worry about it anymore.

Ethan grabbed the AKM assault rifle next to him and pulled the bolt hard, since everything came together, the plan he had in mind before could be officially implemented.

If you want the Aryan Brotherhood to accompany your wife and break the army, you have to do yourself a great favor in the end.

After a while, there were plenty of people in the bottom lane.

Not to mention seven or eight men with black hoods appeared under his nose, and it was obvious that there were people following him, and they were approaching quickly with long and short guns.

It is clear that these people should have received simple military training.

Every move is the same.

The men quickly dispersed and had to close the house.

Ethan turned sideways with his cigarette in his mouth, expertly bringing the butt of his gun to his shoulder, his fingers resting on the cold trigger, aiming his crosshair at a few men to his left.

Pull the trigger hard!

"Bang Bang Bang~"

The crisp sound unique to the AK gun clan sounded, and a ball of flame erupted from the muzzle of the gun.

The glass was shattered by the high-velocity bullets and splashed in all directions like crystal rain, and the lights in the room shone brightly on the broken glass, which was especially brilliant in the dark night.

Such a beautiful scene, but full of murderous intentions.

Several people who were bending forward on the left were swept to the lower half of their bodies by the crackling bullets, and the ground raised pillars of mud, and clouds of blood mist exploded, and these unlucky guys were knocked over one by one before they could make a move.

"Ah!!h

"Fake, my legs."

"Help me!"

The screams rang out like sirens through the night.

Under his deliberate pressure on the gun, the half-shuttle bullet tore the legs of the three people in an instant.

Death should not be able to die, cripple is a certainty.

That's exactly what he wanted.

Ethan overturned the men, his figure flashed, and he quickly took a few steps back, and the next moment, a rain of bullets hit the window like a gust of wind, and also tore them to pieces.

"Damn it."

"He's spotted us, attack directly!"

With the shouts and curses, the rain of bullets came more urgently, and the wooden façade was broken by bullets and shot into the house. (End of chapter)