On the weekend, I didn't know if there were people in this world who were not afraid of death. Anyway, he was afraid of death. When he lay on the ground, he immediately closed his eyes when he saw Yoda holding a gun at him. His muscles were tense. He knew that he was going to be shot, his brows frowned and his face almost twisted.

Bang!

The gunshot

When I heard the roar of Glock 22 on the weekend, I was shocked by the gunshots, as if I had said goodbye to this world completely.

That feeling was a bit hard to say. On the weekend, I only remember that my mind was blank, my thoughts tense with my body, and no one remembered it in the depths of my mind.

However, after two seconds of gunfire over the weekend, he opened his eyes. He didn't feel the pain, nor did he realize the difference between death and life, as if someone was shooting next to him to scare people.

At that time, Yoda was standing in the house with a gun, and the muzzle in his hand changed from being aimed at the weekend to raising his gun to the glass in the living room. More importantly, there was a bullet hole in the glass.

What's going on?

Didn’t Yoda already treat herself as Lambert in a mental state? Why did she suddenly turn the gun and pull the trigger?

The next second, all the questions for the weekend were answered, because in front of the window with bullet holes, a man holding an mp5 appeared. The man was wearing a very ‘Mexican’. The shirt stuffed into his pants was paired with jeans and a scarf surrounded his neck. No matter how you look, it looks like a guy crawling out of a western movie. However, this guy seemed to be different from all the Mexican bald heads he had ever seen. He had a tattoo on his bald head, a strange woman was playing a flute in the water, and there was a tide under him.

Bang, bang, bang.

Yoda's hand was too fast. The man holding mp5 in his hand appeared at the window in the blink of an eye. She had already shot four consecutive shots. Over the weekend, she watched the bullets smash the floor-to-ceiling glass, and with the powerful impact and the glass fragments that were lifted, she pierced directly into the Mexican bald head at the window.

Puff, puff, puff!

Bullets are perfect!

The Mexican bald head was hit by the bullet and shook his upper body. The muzzle that was originally aiming at the house was also raising it to the sky in pain. Before he died, he pulled the trigger desperately, as if he was declaring how unwilling he was to die. The mp5 muzzle that connected the flames into pieces was still ringing. However, the Mexican bald head had fallen backwards. Finally, he released his fingers holding the trigger due to the shock of the force of his body falling on the ground, and everything returned to calm in the blink of an eye.

Swish.

Yoda flashed and stuck to the corner between the window and the wall. It was a blind spot. Then she skillfully removed the magazine and checked the number of bullets left in Glock 22. Suddenly, she remembered something as if she was quickly pushing the magazine into the gun. When she aimed at the position where she was just lying on the weekend, she wanted to see who else was there!

He ran away on the weekend, and got up the moment Yoda shot and killed the Mexican, and then stepped out of the living room. When Yoda was looking for him, the guy had reached out to grab the handrail of the stairs and rushed upstairs with his feet.

No matter what, he never expected that this group of guys who had a deep hatred with him would save him!

He had known about the Mexicans' killing the weekend, otherwise he would not have applied for a safe house for Chekov. What he didn't know was when this group of people would implement this plan.

Crunch.

Roger hugged Jisty and rushed out of the room, the door that was not locked was pushed open. At this time, he had just climbed two steps of the stairs. He followed the sound source and then saw a hand stretching in through the open gap of the door. No! The hand seemed to be holding something in the hand. When the guy outside the door reached out and threw the thing gently through the door, he saw for a moment that was black all over the sky!!

I didn’t feel like I was going to see what model of grenade is on weekends. I took a few steps and then rushed upstairs.

He had already tried his best, and he took at least three steps each time. When he rushed upstairs, he ignored whether he would hit the wall if he was too fierce.

boom!!!

The moment the active US military mk3a2 attack grenade exploded in this house, the airflow squeezed into the corridor on the weekend was lifted upstairs from the airflow that was squeezed into the upper floor. Under the strong tilt of the airflow, he directly flipped back from his flying posture. When landing on the second floor, he used his back to the ground.

null!

The walls in the corridor were blown away halfway, the stairs were completely broken, and the corridors inlaid with grenade fragments wrapped in flames were everywhere. The rolling black smoke directly formed a smoke effect after the explosion.

cough!

cough!

After lying on the ground and twisting his body in a spasm over the weekend, the loud noise made by the grenades still shocked his ears buzzed. As long as hesitated just now, the grenade fragments and flying stones would probably kill him. How could he have such good luck to be pushed up to the second floor by the squeezed airflow.

Are these Mexicans crazy?

Do you need to kill someone and make it into a terrorist attack mode?

Why did the Mexican kill him? The weekend knows it. Arturo, the son of the second-ranked Mexican Nicholas, was sent to prison by him, and that batch of goods became a bargaining chip for him to trade with Matthew. The Mexicans not only lost their son and soldiers, but last year's battle in New Mexico caused the Mexicans to suffer losses of at least over 100 million US dollars. They did not hate that it was impossible for the weekend. However, the Mexicans would not be caught by the police just now.

After so many people took revenge immediately, they had to calm the matter down. If there was no such interval, the United States would probably directly sanction the entire Mexico on the grounds of terrorist attacks, forcing the Mexican government and drug lords to fight their lives. But they made a mistake in the plot. They suddenly became a well-known police star in Los Angeles on the weekend and began to enter a highly-watched position. During that time, to move such a guy was tantamount to declaring war on the American government.

Nicholas, who was so angry that he had tormented, could only continue to endure until the news on the weekend gradually disappeared from the mainstream media, which was when he started taking annual leave, and then he made a heavy blow.

However, they did not look at the almanac of the murderer. When they went out, they did not know which plague god they had offended. They inexplicably alarmed Yoda, who was planning to kill the weekend while observing the enemy situation. In this way, they not only saved their lives, but also saved their mortal enemies.

Over the weekend, he forced himself to resist the turbulent shock inside his body and got up in the corridor on the second floor. Then he entered Lambert's room and reached out to open the window and jumped down to escape from the backyard of the house. But just after he appeared in this position, over the weekend, he still gritted his teeth and took out the phone. He understood that after the grenade exploded, all the police around him would come. As long as Yoda could drag it for a while, his life would still be guaranteed, but what about Chekov? The bear was coming to save him, who would care about his wife or children?

He took out the phone and quickly dialed Pablo's cell phone. He held the phone and watched the phone call as it was connected, "Pablo, send someone to find Katherine and Chekov's children immediately. I was attacked by the Mexicans. This must have been done by those drug lords. I am afraid that they will hurt Chekov's family. Also, come and save me as soon as possible. I am in the place where all the police in Los Angeles are coming!"

I couldn't hear the words on the phone or what I said on the weekend. The buzzing sound in my ears blocked all the channels for sound. The only thing he thought about was whether he would break his legs if he jumped down from this window. The distance from the second floor to the ground was at least half a floor higher than that of domestic buildings. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!