Inside and outside the house, gunshots rang out.

Looking at the dozens of bullet holes that popped up in the wall in an instant, Ethan swallowed and took a few steps back.

This kind of wooden American house is like this, if it is a small-caliber pistol, it is better, once the opponent has heavy firepower, this thing is almost like papier-mâché, and it does not play a protective role.

There were shouts and screams outside, some wanted to save people, and some wanted to rush in.

The point of light is restless.

I'm here for the purpose of not killing.

Just to create the authenticity of the information provided by Bunker, and the importance of the information that Cruz is an undercover agent, proves that she can provide information to the Aryan Brotherhood that is difficult for ordinary people to obtain.

This is very helpful for my future planning.

Now that the mission is complete, we need to hurry up.

Quickly put on the mask, and the gasoline barrel next to him, which had already lifted the lid in advance, let him lift it, holding the assault rifle in one hand, and quickly pouring gasoline into the room and corridor with the other.

Moving towards the staircase, gasoline spilled all the way.

"Bang~"

Come to the top of the stairs and throw the oil drum in your hand.

The house doesn't have to be burned down to create the illusion of destruction.

The bag of bills thrown in the cupboard, whether it was the Aryan Brotherhood or the Banshee Town Police Department, was waiting for them to find out about that surprise, and since the bureau was set up, let's be realistic.

Take three steps and jump to the corner of the stairs in two steps.

The cigarette in his mouth was removed, and he flicked his fingers upward.

The scarlet cigarette butt spun around a few times and fell into the corridor on the second floor, and the sparks splashed up, and the gasoline was ignited instantly, rolling up a fire dragon and roaring in the room.

Ignoring the raging fire above, Ethan quickly ran to the first floor.

"Bang~"

Shotguns roared.

A large hole was broken next to the lock on the front door.

"Bang~"

Ethan raised his gun and fired three rounds in a rapid row, leaving several small holes in the door and dimming the light spot in the radar.

A few points of light were startled and hurriedly dodged to the side.

Now that he couldn't fight, he moved quickly to the back door with his protruding rifle, and the door that was already hidden was easily opened with a single lift, and then there were two more crunch sounds, and the little thing smashed the window and fell into the house.

Bouncing and rolling.

Grenade!

Ethan's pupils contracted slightly, and he quickly closed the back door.

"Knock~~~"

Two violent explosions rang out in the room, and the grenade fragments struck in all directions, unleashing tremendous power on everything they touched.

The sound of soldiers was incessant, and many windows were shattered by the explosion.

These guys.

It's all about being prepared.

Fortunately, I'm here, if I change it to candy, I guess I'll confess tonight.

"!! in the back"

A shout sounded on the right, and the hooded man who ran in front didn't expect the other party to move so fast, and he had escaped from the house in just a few seconds, and hurriedly raised his submachine gun while shouting.

"Smack!"

A mist of blood erupted above the black hood.

A small hole was made in the center of the eyebrow, but there was a large gap in the back of the head, and the fingers on the trigger no longer had the strength to pull it.

Kill with one hit.

Before he could fall to the ground, Ethan was already running towards the woods behind him.

After a few ups and downs, it disappeared into the darkness.

"Fack!"

"Bird is dead."

"That bastard ran to the back, chase after him."

With a loud shout, the gunfire flickered, and the bullets crackled into the woods, leaving holes in the trunks and exploding the bark one after another.

It's just that they don't know where Ethan is, and the role of faith shooting is really limited.

Still, the bullets that flew by nearby were quite scary.

But you can't fight back at this time.

There was a ball of gunfire in the dim woods, that was the bright target, as long as the trigger was pulled, the next moment would definitely usher in a fire, Ethan would not do such a stupid thing.

He could only forcibly suppress the urge to fire, and bent down to sweep the trees around him.

Rush down the gentle slope and wade through the icy creek.

The water splashed high.

By the time a few hooded men with guns touched the river, they had long since disappeared without a trace, and there was nothing unusual in the woods on the other side of the river, except for the sound of the wind blowing the branches and leaves.

"Damn !!"

One of the men let out an angry curse and pulled off the black hood in excitement.

The face covered with sweat was hideous.

That man was none other than Calvin.

"Poof~"

He frantically raised his submachine gun and swept the magazine into the darkness of the woods, before he lowered the muzzle of the gun in frustration.

"The strip will come soon."

Calvin stared at the other side of the creek and shouted angrily, "Two minutes to search the house, whether it is fruitful or not, evacuate as soon as the time comes." ”

"Understood."

Several people around him immediately turned around and rushed towards the burning house.

After standing still for a few more seconds, little Bunker let out a curse, and then quickly followed the pace of the men, there was no need for any pursuit, not only the trees were high but the night was dark and the wind was high.

If you just find a place to squat, you can't find it.

Maybe they would lose two more lives, so they all chose to stop the pursuit.

When Calvin's footsteps were gone, behind a large tree across the river, Ethan quietly flashed out, looking at the back of the guy and smiling and raising the muzzle of his gun, his mouth popping softly.

It's not time to kill this kid yet.

What to do with him is left to Bunker to decide when the time comes.

Looking at the burning house, Ethan quickly followed his original route through the dense forest.

After a few minutes, emerge from the bushes.

Pulling open the door of the old pickup truck parked on the side of the road, he sat down: "Hurry up, damn it, it's so uncomfortable to fill your shoes with water!" ”

The big swarthy hand twisted the key, and the pickup engine began to work.

The headlights are on, illuminating the road ahead.

The old bartender, who had been waiting here for a long time, quickly put into gear, stepped on the accelerator heavily, and the pickup truck roared forward, holding the steering wheel with one hand, not forgetting to look at Ethan:

"Please, curiosity is killing me!"

For a long distance, the candy couldn't hear any movement.

He was already scratching like something, and to be honest, he was also very curious about who it was and what to do in the future.

"Cruz."

Ethan pulled out his phone and texted Brock, and the policewoman's name popped out of his mouth.

"Shet."

Candy scratched his beard and slapped the steering wheel with a sigh: "How to say, I can accept this result, it turns out that there is nothing wrong with our sheriff." ”

"What are you going to do next?"

"Take a bath."

Ethan stomped his wet feet and lifted the lighter, "Back to Davis's Bar, I need a few whiskeys now." ”

"Hmm."

The old bartender lowered his bucket hat and shrugged, "That's a good idea." (End of chapter)