The uninvited guest was a blonde woman.

He is extremely tall, nearly 1.8 meters tall. His blond hair is tied up in a ponytail, and his face with a pursed mouth is very resolute.

That's right.

The adjective "perseverance" is perfect for this woman. Although she is not beautiful, the bright eyes on her ordinary face can firmly grab people's attention.

Jeans and a brown leather jacket unzipped.

Showing the red vest underneath.

And the pistol and dagger hanging on his waist.

There was no one else in her eyes, she was just looking at the curly-haired black girl, her overwhelming anger was not concealed at all, and anyone could feel the hostility.

Ethan's eyes fell on the curly-haired black girl.

The other party's originally calm face was now full of shock and apology, with a hint of fear.

Her cheeks clenched tightly.

His eyes were extremely complicated, as if he was seeing a dead person resurrected.

"Copperhead."

The visitor stood sideways and spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "I'm here to get back some of the things I deserve. I think you don't have any objections to this, right?"

"black Mamba."

The curly-haired black girl stood up slowly, her face as dark as carbon: "I know that I have hurt you badly, but no matter what the result is."

"Can you."

Her breathing became heavy: "Let my family go?"

Come on, it is indeed a poisonous snake organization.

One person's nicknames were all the names of poisonous snakes, and judging from their words, it seemed that the woman coming from behind had a blood feud with the curly-haired black girl.

However, their nicknames are obviously from the same organization.

But at this time, I can’t care so much.

Ethan gave Candy a quick wink and motioned to the ground, who had a few drops of sweat on his face.

No need for the other party to remind you.

None of these people seem to have any faults.

The old bartender wouldn't fight these inexplicable people with a double-barreled shotgun, and he couldn't.

Hearing the words of the curly-haired black girl asking her to let her family go, the woman in the leather jacket twitched the corner of her mouth, and cold words came out word by word: "I also begged you once, but what was the result?"

"Bichi?"

A sharp shout was like a starting gun being fired.

Candy burst out at an unprecedented speed and fell to the ground at lightning speed. He pulled the double-barreled shotgun into his hand and rolled to hide at the bottom of the bar.

Others grasped the handle of the gun in unison.

He pulled it out with a ferocious expression, or raised it quickly, hoping to fire first.

"Bang~"

The first person to strike was not the two men who were glaring angrily, but Ethan who was sitting in the corner. He flicked his wrist, and the bullet whizzed through the side of his clothes, breaking a small hole under his arm and crawling out.

"Snapped!"

The man who was trying to raise the submachine gun had his head explode into a cloud of blood mist, and the table behind him was knocked over with a thud.

The second fatal bullet was fired again.

The two gunmen who were performing next to the pool table just now were knocked over by him in an instant.

This time I'm not facing ordinary people.

After knocking the two guys over, Ethan quickly leaned back and fell off the high stool. Although he was a little embarrassed, he also avoided a bunch of bullets swept from the air.

Then roll back.

The place where he was sitting just now was instantly filled with several bullet holes.

The bar counter was hit with sawdust flying, the glass exploded, and the whiskey inside was also turned into a ball of water, dripping everywhere.

The three men in the corner burst into violence almost at the same time.

One of them raised his submachine gun and fired wildly at Ethan's location.

The gushing flame illuminated his face.

Shell casings kept being thrown out.

When the battle started, the woman in the brown jacket did not rush forward as Copperhead expected. Instead, she pulled out the gun and dwarfed her body. She disappeared behind the bar, but the gunfire flashed.

The three people at the wooden table were instantly placed next to each other by her.

Several clouds of blood mist exploded one after another.

It was obvious that the name of this Black Mamba was quite scary. After she killed one person, the remaining two guys quickly moved their positions to avoid the sharp attack.

The gunshots suddenly exploded and then stopped quickly.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Only the gunpowder smoke filling the air and the rising blood mist proved that all of this was real.

Heavy breathing sounded.

The remaining six people all hid to prevent themselves from appearing in the opponent's shooting field of view.

Surrounding the large bar, Ethan and the black mamba stood guard on both sides of the old tavern, while Candy was lying inside, not daring to make any movement for fear of attracting the attention of those people.

Given all the bullshit that often happens in bars.

Shortly after Ethan returned, Candy, who was afraid of death, installed a large iron baffle under the bar to deal with emergencies.

Unexpectedly, it would actually come in handy.

Despite this, he still didn't dare to move.

After all, he hasn't tested what kind of firepower the baffle can resist. He doesn't want to gamble on the probability of being penetrated.

Looking at the three corpses lying on the ground, Copperhead cursed in his heart.

A good ambush.

Now he was being attacked from both sides, and the little police chief turned out to be more difficult to deal with than he thought. He killed two of his men in an instant and hid quietly.

It appeared that the rattlesnake was dead.

There was even the California snake that had disappeared for a long time. Thinking of this, she licked her lips.

I regret not bringing more people here.

He even cursed the rattlesnake wildly in his heart, the arrogant man who wore a cowboy hat all day long.

It doesn't take one person to do it.

Don't waste time or anything like that.

It's better now, not to mention the person's death, but also to make himself so passive.

At this point, she bit her cheek and waved to the two men hiding under the table, leaving one person to guard the Chicago Sheriff, while the other person surrounded and killed the Black Mamba with herself first.

On the radar, the light spots moved slowly.

One stayed where he was, while the other two quietly went to where the woman who came in from behind was hiding.

It seems that he wants to save himself until the end.

Ethan pursed his lips and smiled, holding the leg of the high stool next to him with one hand. He easily grabbed the heavy stool with one arm, gestured at the position of the light spot on the radar, and threw it hard!

The barstool roared up from behind the bar, spinning toward the man moving with the copperhead.

This sudden movement caught the attention of the person on guard.

He is very experienced in this kind of thing.

He immediately picked up the submachine gun and pointed it at the place where the stool flew up. He pressed the trigger crazily. More than ten rounds of bullets roared out, tearing small holes in the bar, and drilled holes into the people who might be hiding behind.

The starting gun fired again.

Ethan predicted the opponent's prediction and jumped forward the moment the stool was thrown out.

He pounced his head from the side like a cheetah.

As soon as the person was in the air, the gunfire began to sound, and the flames lit up like fangs. (End of chapter)

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