Inside the trunk.

It's a mess before and after.

The shouting, shouting, and screaming almost toppled the roof of the subway car, and Carter nervously grasped the handle of the gun, his eyes and bones swayed, and he looked like he was eager to rush over and fight.

This scene made her adrenogenals secrete constantly, and her face was covered with sweat.

There was a muffled bang, which scared her.

The explosive head that flew in the air slammed diagonally into the vertical pole, and then fell in front of him with a howl, and the guy covered his ribs and his feet flew upside down on the floor of the carriage.

Looking at the bent column, Carter gasped.

I can't imagine.

What kind of pain it would be.

But this is a target to send to the door, don't be in vain.

"Well done, Morgan."

She let out an angry shout and kicked the exploding head hard, knocking her own ethnic unconscious with a thud.

While throwing the old black away, Ethan picked up the baseball bat on the ground.

"Bump."

A M9 that had just been lifted was swept hard, smashed the subway window with a twist, and was thrown away by the high-speed subway in an instant.

The baseball bat, with an afterimage, whistled again and hit the target.

"Ah!!h

A terrible scream rang out, and there was endless despair in it.

"You're welcome!"

Ethan politely thanked him, flew up and clamped his legs, and was kicked open by the pigtailed man who burst his eggs.

I never realized that the baseball bat was so handy.

Grinning at the rest of the people, he grabbed the stick and pounced, like a fierce tiger at a group of old blacks and launched a crazy bite, the stick shadow was heavy, and it kept swinging in all directions.

"Puff~"

For a while, the hustle and bustle in the carriage shook the sky, and the crying father and mother were extremely poignant.

"Bang."

The baseball bat hit the mouth, and half of the teeth flew out with blood, crackling against the car window.

Ethan gasped and looked around, the old blacks who were still arrogant not long ago were already lying on the ground beside him, it was normal to break hands and feet, and there were not a few who were knocked out by a stick.

The old black who writhed in pain made him feel relaxed.

"Be careful."

Carter's exclamation came from behind.

Ethan looked up, and the baseball bat spun in a circle in his hand, flicking it hard in front of him, and it took less than a second to go from detaching his finger to hitting a Latino man's cheek.

The latter's eyes went dark, and he fainted with a muffled grunt.

The machete is dropped by a miss.

Reese also avoided a stab.

While he broke out in a cold sweat, his attack became much more violent, and without Ethan's repression, he quickly knocked out all the remaining people.

"I don't understand."

Ethan picked up the pistol he threw out and replaced it with a spare magazine: "You two have guns, why don't you just destroy those people, it's better to just do it." ”

"For the same reason as them."

Reece gasped for breath and straightened out his messy suit, "We can't afford to have Quinn killed by a stray bullet. ”

Those people, it's for the money.

And he and Carter are here to bring Alonzo Quinn to justice.

To be honest, the moment the gunshot rang out just now, Reese felt furious in his heart, for fear of triggering those people to raise their guns and shoot back and shoot Quinn to death, but fortunately this kind of thing didn't happen.

"Thank you."

Smoothing his clothes, he nodded to Ethan in thanks.

The stick that was thrown over just now was more or less a problem for himself.

It's just that when he saw the other side of the carriage, his eyes became dull, he thought that he was ruthless enough, but compared to that guy, he seemed soft.

"You're welcome."

Ethan spread his hands and walked back happily, "I promise you, none of those people will die." ”

"Don't worry, I'm very cautious."

"Huh."

Looking at the gang of old blacks who were either seriously injured or crippled, Reese squeezed out a smile.

Picking up the baseball bat again, Ethan casually flicked it against Quinn's face, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chief of Staff, I'm sorry to disappoint you, if it's just an attack of this magnitude." ”

"I suggest you wash your ass and get ready for jail!"

The stick whistled and flicked, and the smell of blood hit his nose, making Quinn's eyes blacken.

There are some slimy unidentified objects on it.

And with a hint of warmth.

"Wow~"

The chief of staff's stomach churned, and suddenly turned into a fountain of the human body.

Pampered all year round.

Even if Quinn has killed someone, but it is only a matter of pulling the trigger, there will always be a large number of subordinates to clean up the aftermath for him, where has he ever tried this kind of treatment of being slapped in the face with bloody rotten meat.

"Fake."

Ethan took a few steps back, nearly tripping over the man on the ground.

Reece and Carter also hurriedly dodged, covering their noses with disgust, the sour smell was really physiologically uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the subway arrived quickly.

Wiping off the fingerprints of the baseball bat, Ethan casually tossed it aside, then picked up a cap from the gangsters and buckled it to his head, pressed the brim of the hat and walked out of the car door quickly.

Let's get out of here first, and the conditions here don't support the next step of camouflage.

Tired of work, I did it with Reese.

As for dirty work.

That can undoubtedly only fall on one person.

Although Carter was very disgusted, he could only drag Quinn out of the platform.

The wounded and howls sounded from time to time in the subway car made the waiting passengers stunned, and in horror avoided the few people who came out of it, spreading their legs and running.

"It's funny."

Arriving on the platform, Reese let out a few chuckles.

"Huh?"

Carter tugged at the sluggish Quinn, and she didn't want any more accidents at this time.

"Subways, brawls, gangs." Reese shook his head, a smile on his face, "Please, Josie, don't these things remind you of the first time we met?" ”

The black policewoman stopped, her eyes glazed over.

He laughed with emotion.

"Yo yo~"

Ethan pressed the pistol behind him and hurriedly stopped this flag-raising move: "Although I don't know how you met for the first time, but the topic will stop here." ”

"It's the same stupid thing as Harold drinking early to celebrate."

Reese and Carter glanced at each other.

At the same time, you will shrug your shoulders.

"Attention passengers." The subway station horn buzzed: "Due to an accident at the Lexington Avenue station, all trains to Manhattan are now temporarily suspended." ”

The sound echoed through the platform, and it was repeated again.

The footsteps of several people stopped, and one after another eyes fell on Quinn's face, although this guy's face was gloomy, but at this time there was a hint of pride.

"I don't think it's going to be a matter of luck."

Carter grabbed Quinn's arm and secretly forced, gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect your subordinates to be able to do this." ”

In response, the chief of staff raised his chin.

There was silence. (End of chapter)

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