"Hum~"

The subway began to shake.

After a few booms, they plunged headlong into the tunnel.

Ethan and Reese's fists parted, and they stood with their backs to each other, looking at the front and back of the two carriages, and behind the partition door, there were many people, and fierce eyes stared at them.

It gives a huge sense of oppression.

"Mr. Morgan."

Reese protected him with one hand in front of him and said in a deep voice: "I know it's not the time to say this, but I hope not too many people die, you should understand that this is New York, not a small country town." ”

"Hmm."

Ethan snorted.

Of course, I know this, this is the largest city in the United States, and it is still on public transportation.

Injured and disabled, it's easy to say.

With Phillips' ability, it is completely possible to suppress things.

But if a dozen or twenty people die, no matter what the reason is, it will be a shocking case that can attract the attention of the whole United States, and this kind of attention is also something I don't want.

"Carter."

Reese looked at his companion again, his expression solemn: "What you have to do is control Quinn." ”

"See what I mean?"

Despite his reluctance, Carter could only move his head.

When she was not forced to do so, her main task was to control Quinn, but as the compartment door opened, the black policewoman's face quickly broke out with dense sweat.

This level is very difficult.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and fierce gang members slowly poured in from front to back.

Whether it's physique, or the number of people.

I was like a little sheep being targeted by wolves, and in the eyes of outsiders, this was definitely a crushing and tragic scene.

Looking at the group opposite, Ethan furrowed his eyebrows.

The dozen guys are all burly black men, these people are not easy to deal with, under the effect of perennial drugs, they have their own damage reduction buff, and the taser gun may not necessarily knock people over.

A few old black-eyed and white-eyed people standing in front of them shook their daggers in their hands.

Look at this stance.

It's not just your average bastard.

At least they all have some experience in street fighting.

Although he is wearing body armor, he can only protect his torso, and if he is grabbed anywhere on his body, it will be a loss.

Not to mention the back of the crowd, you may be hiding from Lao Yin at any time.

Ethan didn't believe that all the people with guns were left on the platform, these people were gang members, not stupid Bai Tian, and they couldn't have thought that the people in the carriage didn't have guns.

The same thing happened to Reese.

More than a dozen Latino gang members poured in one after another, and it was extremely oppressive.

The carriages are cramped.

The aisle could not stand, and some people even jumped to the seats on either side, the weapons in their hands ready to move.

"Why don't you save everyone some trouble."

The gang separated, and one of them, an unusually burly bald man, walked forward with a baseball bat, and his muffled voice continued to sound: "I promise you one thing, it will be very simple." ”

"I promise it won't make you feel any pain."

"What about the conditions?"

"Huh?"

Ethan stood sideways and shook his head slightly: "It's not good, the main thing is that I want to make you feel pain!" ”

Hit it, hit it, nonsense.

As soon as these words came out, the bald man's face turned black and red.

"Fakyu."

"Kill this white boy."

With a shout of rage, more than a dozen black men rushed forward in a swarm, the weapons in their hands raised high, and saliva splashed towards Ethan.

"Huh~"

The latter grinned, and Glock quickly pulled out.

The expressions of the few old blacks who rushed to the front became flustered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their thick lips trembled, as if they wanted to say something.

In this case, isn't it the default fist and kick to each other!

Get a gun.

What a skill!

"Bang~"

Looking at the old blacks who pounced on the other side, Ethan's smile became hideous, he held the pistol in front of his waist, and pulled the trigger indiscriminately in front of him, and the sound of gunfire exploded rapidly in the carriage.

The muzzle flame flashed, and the bullet swept forward like a torrential wind.

Because of the deliberate low shot, the whistling bullets hit the lower half of the guys one after another.

"Ah!!h

"Damn it."

Carter's eyes widened, and he watched in a daze as the thighs exploded with blood mist, and there were not a few people whose knees became shattered, and the screams resounded through the carriage, and the few people in front of him rolled into a ball along with the momentum just now.

Okay.

This guy is still as crisp as he was just now, I thought he would use a gun, but I didn't expect to shoot like this at the beginning.

But on Reese's side, the danger is fraught.

The guy flew forward and mingled with the Latino gangsters.

Hearing the dense gunfire behind him, his face turned black for a while, he thought that the other party had listened to what he had just said, but now it seems that it is still the same style as before, and it has not changed at all.

In fact, Ethan really listened, otherwise all the bullets in the magazine would have rushed to his head.

Such a close distance ensures that the bullet is not missing.

No way to get a headshot.

can only sweep a wave like this, disrupt the enemy, and then say, at the beginning, he rushed up with his bare hands to fight against a group of five big and three thick old blacks, he couldn't do that kind of thing.

The magazine was emptied, and the pistol was thrown forward like a meteor.

The muscles of his legs swelled violently, and the whole man stepped forward, and instead of retreating, he pounced on the sheep like a tiger.

"Smack."

The fast-spinning pistol landed precisely on the bridge of an old black nose.

The sound of broken bones rang out, and blood splattered.

Under the blessing of speed, the power of the empty gun weighing more than a pound is no different from that of a punch, and the guy instantly opened the dyeing workshop, and the hand that touched the back of his waist also subconsciously raised, covered his face and howled.

Ethan followed.

In a breath, he came to the bald black man just now.

"Fakyu!"

The guy grabbed his thigh with one hand and roared and swung the baseball bat at him, threatening to break the white boy's leg.

A weak attack, dodged with a slight leap.

When he landed, Ethan accidentally stepped on the arm of the bald man, and his weight of more than 100 catties was handled at a precise angle.

At the moment when the hand and foot touched, the former instantly bent at a strange angle.

"Click!"

The sound of fractures can be heard clearly.

"Ah!!h

The little tongue of the black strong man shook wildly.

At the same time, the sharp dagger pierced the air and stabbed Ethan in the neck sharply, the blade pointed straight at the major artery, and the old black eyes of the exploding head holding the handle were red, revealing a hint of madness.

Amazing reflexes that come in handy at this time.

Ethan quickly turned sideways to avoid Limman.

When the dagger stabbed in front of him, his eyes were reflected in the bright sword, and a trace of dirty blood was clearly visible in the blood tank.

"Too slow!!

He grabbed the old black arm of the explosive head like lightning, followed the momentum of the other party's air, twisted his waist and crotch and shook it hard, and the latter flew into the air and hit the handrail erected in the carriage with a bang.

There was another thud and he fell to the ground. (End of chapter)

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