The wind howled high in the sky.

Phillips grabbed the handle hard and stood next to the cabin door, his black suit hunting and his hair as messy as a chicken coop.

But in Ethan's eyes.

This old detective showed unprecedented handsomeness.

Seeing that he laughed, he raised his thumbs up to the top, he was not afraid of being late for a good meal, as long as he could have time to support, but he didn't expect this guy to lead the team in person.

The creeping helicopter also caught Carter's attention.

When she saw the words FBI printed on it, she lay down and clenched her fists excitedly.

"Hey~"

Ethan slapped her on the shoulder and shouted, "Detective Carter, it's not time to celebrate, get up and get us out of this hellish place." ”

Helicopters are circling and the wind is raging.

He raised his head again and shook his arm upwards, then swung it towards the rooftop door.

Phillips understood, and immediately grabbed the microphone of the noise-canceling headphones to give a command, and the two commandos around him quickly raised the muzzle of the AR15, pulled the trigger with a gun, and suppressed the fire.

Below, Ethan carried Quinn.

Carter also held Reese in his arms, and the group spread their legs and sped towards the slightly empty area ahead.

"Hurry up."

The helicopter hovered five or six meters above the ground, a soft ladder was thrown down from the cabin, and Phillips's faint roar sounded in the wind: "No way to land, climb up!" ”

There are air conditioners everywhere, and there is really no such condition.

But it's okay, it's not too high.

For a few of them, it won't be too difficult either.

Reece stooped forward, holding back the sharp pain in his arm and grasping the soft ladder as quickly as he had done so many times.

A black policewoman followed.

It's just that her figure is a little shaky, and with the help of Phillips, she quickly gets into the cabin.

Despite carrying a man, Ethan was not slow in his movements.

Hands and feet exert force together, and they rise rapidly.

As Quinn was dragged aside by Carter and Phillips, he jumped into the cabin with ease, slapping the Special Agent's palm together.

"Stop shooting!"

As soon as he stood firm, he made a ceasefire gesture.

Although it is not clear why.

But the two operatives took one look at Phillips and simply lowered their guns.

Ethan's eyes lit up.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed at what he had been eyeing for a long time.

"Hey."

One of the federal agents tried to stop him, but was easily pushed away, and his breath froze as his murderous eyes swept over.

"Leave him alone."

Phillips shook his head, grabbed the microphone and yelled, "Don't fly away yet, we need a little revenge time." ”

At the moment of the AR15's ceasefire, the shotguns also stopped roaring.

The criminals crowded inside the stairs looked at each other, and they knew that the fire held by the target was nothing more than a pistol, and after a period of stalemate, it was not certain whether there were bullets or not.

The gunshots outside just now have been scattered all the time.

Suddenly, the attack intensified.

That's the proof.

Perhaps, it is dying and throeping.

Everyone looked at each other, and after less than a second of silence, as the first person moved, the rest all rushed up for fear that they would miss their chance.

Lao Mo, who was holding a shotgun, took the lead, and he shot at the already battered rooftop door.

There was a thud and a thud smashed through the iron-clad wooden door.

Take the lead and rush out of the rooftop.

If it weren't for the various competitors behind him, he would have tried it slowly, but now he must race against time, and even if he grabs a head, it can be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

What's more, there's the big guy.

A pool of blood on the ground.

In the direction of the blood dripping, he excitedly moved the muzzle.

Plop pounce.

The violent roar finally poured into his ears that had been buzzing by the grenade just now, and his jaw dropped sharply as he looked at the helicopter hovering in mid-air more than ten meters away.

At the cabin door, the big killer made his bladder sour.

The crotch quickly becomes moist and warm.

The people who rushed out behind also stopped one after another, and they looked desperately at the bird of prey in the night.

"It's my turn!"

Ethan grinned and pulled the trigger hard.

The chains of bullets loaded with 7.62 mm caliber rounds were constantly devoured, and the M60 general-purpose machine gun, which was fixed next to the cabin, roared.

Death swung his scythe hard.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

Under his control, the terrifying sound of gunfire resounded in the night sky.

Streams of half-meter-high cement smoke quickly moved forward, and in an instant, they spread to the group of people who ran out of the rooftop.

Gorgeous flowers continue to bloom on the roof of the building.

All beings are staged together.

Some closed their eyes and prayed for their fate, while others looked terrified and wanted to turn and flee.

Even worse, they raised their guns in desperation, trying to fight back desperately.

No exceptions.

They all played the dance of death with the vibrating M60 general-purpose machine gun, and the high-speed rotating warhead directly tore apart all the flesh and blood they encountered, frantically devouring life.

The mayor is not a good man who is hunted down and killed.

Dare to come out hunting.

Be prepared to lose all your money.

The death scythe, infused with Ethan's rage, swung into the rooftop entrance, leaving more than a dozen bullet holes in the concrete wall before it stopped roaring.

The ones who climbed the stairs slowly were the lucky ones at this point.

The wings circled, rolling up the wind and waves.

The pale red mist wafted and fluttered, and to him, it was really beautiful.

"Hahaha!"

Taking a deep breath of the fishy air, the grievances of being ambushed on all sides just now were also swayed, Ethan let go of the finger that pulled the trigger and laughed out loud.

“GO、GO、GO！”

Retracting his gaze from the rooftop, Phillips pouted and shook his fingers.

This damn lunatic.

Of the dozen or so people lying there, it is estimated that few will survive.

Good thing not on the street.

These guys who are convulsing, howling, and dying must be some bastards with a criminal record comparable to a phone book, otherwise this thing really won't end well.

Shrugging at Ethan.

He grabbed the microphone and arranged for his men to come and clear the scene.

If you want to get the credit in your hands, you must control the situation, and everything here will be taken over by the FBI!

Ethan sat down against the hatch and fastened his seatbelt.

He turned around with a smile on his face, his fists slamming into Reese and Carter.

The crazy behavior just now made the two guys shake their heads and smile bitterly, but they were also happy in their hearts, and after touching their fists, they both sat down on the narrow seats with emotion.

The chest is still rising and falling sharply.

This escort trip was enough for them to digest for ten days and half a month.

He high-fived and fist-banging with Phillips to express his gratitude, Ethan gasped and looked outside, the wind kept howling, and as the helicopter continued to rise, the whole New York City seemed to be trampled under his feet.

The glorious night view was in full view, and for a while he was obsessed with the past. (End of chapter)

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