The magazine quickly ran out and the gunfire gradually stopped.

The Iron Cross Bar has become a fixed target, and the four wooden walls are covered with dense bullet holes, most of which are inward, and some are outward.

Hundreds of bullets were bombarded, causing a catastrophic scene.

Screams kept coming from inside the house.

Echoing in the mountains and forests.

The terrible howl made the scalps of some of the newcomers tingle, and the action of changing the magazine seemed to stumble.

After the excitement of firing passed, cold sweat continued to break out from his body.

"Brock, Amy."

Ethan leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, removed the shotgun from the hilt, and shoved it into the magazine unhurriedly: "Contact your men to confirm if there are any casualties." ”

“OK。”

"Roger."

Two responses, sounding left and right.

Two sheriffs, a man and a woman, pressed the walkie-talkie on their shoulders to check the situation of their subordinates.

They weren't too worried, though.

In this case, I really can't think of any possibility of injury.

The fact was similar to what they expected, as the voice of the report continued to sound, the hearts of the two of them quickly let go, and they were full of energy, and they had no intention of being hurt at all.

"It's all right."

Brock reloaded his bullet and poked his head out from behind the trunk, "Do we need another round?" ”

This sentence made Amy, who was carrying an assault rifle, raise her eyebrows.

Boy.

These people are too ruthless, it's not enough to sweep a round like this, the people inside may not know what kind of injuries they have become!

Listening to the successive howls in the bar, Ethan threw a cigarette into his mouth expressionlessly, opened the lighter and lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled a large puff of smoke comfortably.

Compared to when I was doing private work, it was a completely different experience.

Fight generously, no need to hide it.

Nor is it afraid of exposure.

In the face of Brock's inquiry, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and pressed the walkie-talkie: "This is Ethan Morgan, in order to prevent you from having too much burden in your heart, I will say so!" ”

"If you think it's a massacre, then the responsibility is mine."

"But."

He paused for a moment and continued to say in a deep voice, "I would rather see these solitaires die in wailing than the crying of your family, so, is there any problem? ”

"Mayor Morgan."

After two seconds of silence, Raven's voice rang out over the intercom: "Please believe me, I definitely don't want to see my family cry. ”

Soon, others responded one after another.

"Me too."

"Uh-huh, that's a smart choice."

"It's just a goddamn solitaire!"

"That's right, to be honest, I just want to come home safely tonight and eat my wife's cooking."

"Good."

Listening to these words, Ethan bit the filter and flashed out from behind the trunk, and the falling Remington shotgun was also flaid: "I'm glad we can agree, so what are you waiting for?" ”

At the same time, the back door of the bar slammed open.

The burly, bald man with a double-barreled shotgun rushed out of it with a roar.

"Bang!"

Remington let out a roar and slammed the guy back into the house.

This gunshot caused countless bullets to rush towards the Iron Cross Bar like a storm, and all of them shot freely, pulling the trigger and firing wildly into the house, without the slightest hesitation.

When the gunfire stopped, all the howls that had just been heard were gone.

Bungalows and wooden houses surrounded by them.

It's deathly silent.

"Brock, Bunker." Throwing the shotgun behind him, Ethan pulled out Glock: "You guys follow me in to control the scene, and the others are careful, stay outside and be on guard." ”

In response, he walked around the trunk.

Although he was drumming wildly in his heart, he couldn't drop the chain at a critical time, after all, there were so many pairs of eyes watching, and Brock could only keep up, and the sweat on his head looked shiny.

The whole process was silent just now, and Bunker, who was just shooting silently, also walked out from another direction.

That's right, what is happening now is what he wants to see.

But when I really came to this point, my feelings were extremely complicated, after all, I had stayed in the Aryan Brotherhood for a part of my life, and it was impossible to say that there was no happy past.

There will be some emotions of all kinds.

So he didn't have a word all the time, he just wanted to shoot quietly and watch the Aryan Brotherhood fall at his own hands.

"Stop shooting."

A faint roar sounded in the house: "I surrender, stop shooting!" ”

"Bang."

A gunshot rang out from inside the house, followed by Calvin's angry roar: "Is there anyone else who wants to surrender?" ”

"Tell me !!"

No matter how urgent the gunfire is, there will always be fish that slip through the net.

This is normal, but Ethan didn't expect Calvin to be one of the lucky ones, so he glanced at the six remaining points of light on the radar, and slowly walked up the steps under the gaze of several eyes.

You can't blame yourself for being ruthless.

These people don't beat them to death or be afraid, but they will be the ones who will be shot in the future.

After all, in his plan, most of the property that the Brotherhood had stolen from Rebecca would be returned, and as the biggest beneficiary, he would easily incur revenge.

So simply change the arrest plan and guide the town police to kill all these guys.

Even if there are three melons and two dates left, they will not dare to take any revenge in the future.

"This is the Banshee Town Police Department."

Brock held his shotgun and followed Ethan carefully past the corpse that had fallen in the doorway: "Throw away the weapons in your hands, there is no need for more casualties, there are enough dead now." ”

After speaking, he swallowed nervously.

The place where it was now was a small room, and next to the billiard table was a cast-iron tool table with a man's head clamped on.

The entire head is pinched and deformed, and it looks extremely terrifying.

On the ground, there were still several corpses lying there.

I don't know if they killed him, or if he was executed here before!

"Bang~~~"

Several gunshots in quick succession, in response to his words.

The three quickly dispersed.

"Bang."

Ethan raised his hand and fired a shot, sweeping it in the direction where the sound sounded.

On the partition wall, there were a few new bullet holes in an instant.

"Fack!"

Calvin howled, and there was a sound of clapping against the floor.

"Don't shoot, I surrender." Another unfamiliar voice cried out, "I'm quitting, you madman, I don't want to die here, bastard, you're all crazy." ”

"Shut up, shut up!!"

Calvin covered his stomach and crawled to the side with a hideous face: "We are the great Aryan Brotherhood, in the name of the leader, I order you to launch a counterattack, or I will kill you with my own hands." ”

Just now in the chaos, I was shot in the stomach.

Shotgun spitting.

The shoulder was swept by the steel ball, and the pistol fell to the side.

Despite the severe pain in his body, he was still unwilling to fail, and there was only one thing left in his mind, and that was to launch a counterattack! (End of chapter)