Heavy footsteps trampled the well-maintained lawn, and a puff of debris followed.

Quinn wanted to stall though.

But as soon as the speed slowed down slightly, he slapped his head on the head, which was a humiliation he had never suffered, and his resentful gaze fell on Cruz, and the whites of his eyes were particularly obvious in the darkness.

Unexpectedly, there was a traitor at a critical time.

Make yourself so passive.

"Walter?"

Cruz grinned and slapped the back of Quinn's head again: "Aren't you angry that if it weren't for me, things wouldn't have gotten to this point?" ”

"Just be angry."

She glanced at Quinn with disgust, and her hand was about to move: "As a black man, you dare to lead a white supremacy organization." ”

"You should have thought about being eaten one day."

"Waterfa?"

Carter's steps became messy.

She looked at Quinn in shock, then at Cruz with a frown.

These words of the other party revealed a lot of information, and as a black person, realizing that this guy who had helped him a lot at a critical time was actually a white supremacist, made her feel uncomfortable.

"Don't look at me like that."

Cruz noticed this strange look, and she said expressionlessly, "That's right, I'm a white supremacist." ”

"I'm still the one who just saved your life."

A simple single sentence blocked all Carter's words to his mouth.

During the conversation, gunfire flashed in front of him.

"Quick!"

Shaw let out a rapid cry as she leaned against a large tree and fired at the swaying figures on the side of the house, suppressing the HR members who wanted to come by.

Seeing this, the two didn't care about talking.

They rushed to Shaw's side and quickly found cover.

At this time, the movement in the house suddenly became a little violent.

The explosion of gunfire crackled like firecrackers, and then two figures sprang out of it, and Ethan took the lead, sweeping across the lawn at an astonishing speed, not forgetting to throw a few shots back.

The high-speed spinning warhead whizzed through the night sky and landed the head of a guy chasing from the side.

I saw that the man's body ran forward, but his head was tilted back with a few clouds of mist.

Boom.

Falls into a rolling gourd on the lawn.

"Hey~"

Ethan slipped a shovel and crossed the bushes to Shaw's side, leaning back against the trunk of the tree and panting to look at the half-crouched Carter: "Dear Detective, I hope you can have a plan now." ”

In fact, he didn't have the ability to kill all those people.

But now the situation is exceptional.

Before the crime was decided, they were always New York police officers, and it was normal for them to have deaths and injuries in a head-on confrontation just now, but it was another matter to go hunting and killing.

Moreover, shootouts broke out here.

At any time, New York police officers who are not members of HR will arrive at the scene, and when the time comes, it will rain bullets, and it is likely that there will be accidental injuries.

So they had to get out of this place.

Ethan's operation made the black policewoman dumbfounded.

That's right, she knew the other party existed.

But she only knew what happened last time, after all, she didn't have any intuitive feeling, and now witnessing what happened made her swallow it with difficulty.

I don't know where such a monster came from.

Ruthless and crisp.

It's also very sharp.

"Downtown." Carter grabbed Quinn by the neck and said hurriedly, "The FBI Building, given that the judges can't trust it now, maybe the FBI is our only option." ”

"Haha."

Although the latter was extremely embarrassed now, he still sneered: "You think you have won? ”

"Bang~"

Ethan's arm swung like lightning, and the butt of his gun slammed into the guy's stomach: "Mom mess with Fack, I think you're going to lose!" ”

"Gott~"

Suddenly hit by this heavy blow, the old black eyes almost bulged out.

The sound of retching followed.

Don't give him a chance to pretend at all, just go at his own pace anyway, no matter how hard his relationship is and how widely he communicates, Phillips can't always be this guy's person.

Turning this bastard over to the FBI would be a good choice.

"There will be a whole bunch of corrupt police officers blocking the way."

Reece swooped over with a gust of wind, and he quickly changed his magazine, his eyes glaring around: "Well, it sounds like a fun ride. ”

Say long is not long, say short is not short.

Running across the lawn is such a distance, Carter's words, he naturally listened to them.

"Let's go!"

Ethan patted Shaw on the shoulder, then stood up.

"Huh~"

Just then, a New York Police Department patrol car sped up and came to a sharp stop not far from them.

“NYPD。”

The police officer driving the vehicle hurriedly opened the door and pulled out the gun at the same time:

"Put you. . . Your weapons. ”

From crisp and neat to stammering, that is, in a moment.

Looking at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him in front of him, the young male policeman broke out in a cold sweat on his back, and Glock, who was halfway up, also froze in mid-air, his expression was extremely embarrassed.

Ethan pursed his lips, fingers snapping.

"Bang~"

With a single gunshot, a cloud of sparks splashed on the hood of the patrol car.

This movement startled the patrol officer.

He didn't bother to fight back, and quickly huddled in a ball, hiding behind the door of the car with bulletproof shields in terror.

Gunshots rang out one after another, hitting the hood continuously, and the tires of the patrol car were also blown open, and the patrol officers hiding behind were trembling for fear that the bullets would penetrate the car door.

"Huh~"

Ethan whistled, his pistol firmly aimed at the door, and strode towards where he had parked.

"Don't look at me like that."

Feeling the gaze falling behind him, he glanced back at Carter: "I'm not a cold-blooded killer, do you think I will kill people when I see them?" ”

Although I would love to nod.

But the black policewoman chose to squeeze out a smile.

In fact, it's not that Ethan is soft, it's so troublesome to deal with HR, shootouts have broken out here one after another, and it's normal for an unwitting patrol officer to rush over, and the other party is not necessarily a black policeman.

He is also a police officer.

Whenever there is a certain possibility, he does not want to hurt the innocent New York police.

With the engine roaring violently, several people quickly drilled into the car, and the swarthy Chevrolet Saab class quickly left the scene under Ethan's drive after a puff of white smoke on the ground.

It was only then that the patrolman, who was hiding behind the car door, stood up tremblingly.

This guy's forehead is already covered with sweat.

"Damn it."

There was an angry curse in the night, and seeing the lights in the distance, Simmons ran over with a few people: "Why didn't you stop them?" ”

The patrolman opened his mouth and spread his hands helplessly.

There were some things that he didn't want to explain.

I just feel tired. (End of chapter)