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Beatrice also raised the same question to the old man just now.

The other party just said a simple sentence.

Just put her doubts to rest.

"Because this is what Bill meant." The blonde female killer repeated the words she just heard, gritting her teeth and said: "The other party already knew that I would come here and made arrangements."

"Next, there will be no raids."

"Everything is head-to-head."

"Why did he do this?" Ethan frowned and asked while biting his cigarette: "If he guessed that you would come over, why didn't he set up an ambush in the branch hospital just now?"

However, he reacted quickly.

The relationship between this blonde female killer and Bill is not just as simple as enemies.

There are also historical ties between them.

And I also have a feeling that the relationship between the female killer and Bill should be more than a simple relationship between the superiors and subordinates of the killer organization. Maybe something else happened between the two.

Beatrice's performance was more like a kind of extreme resentment that turned from love to hate.

However, he didn't ask this.

I was almost certain, but if I asked, the female killer would probably go crazy.

No need to ask.

He is not the kind of person who gossips. Ethan is very clear about what he does. One is to eliminate future troubles, and the other is if he can ask for information about the senator, it would be great.

What happened between them was not important to me.

"snort!"

Beatrice sneered and glanced at the note: "That's where Bill and I first met, so the address must be fine, and he will definitely wait for me at that place."

"Bill won't stay there alone, though."

"so."

"So we need to prepare more guns and ammunition." Ethan took her words and shrugged: "The few guns you bought temporarily are definitely not enough. You know the strength of the Viper Organization very well."

"besides."

He crumpled the note in his hand: "Where is this?"

"Juarez!"

Beatrice replied in a low voice and stepped on the accelerator hard.

Hearing this, Ethan opened his mouth slightly.

Unexpectedly, I went around in a circle and ran to the Sin City again. The last time I went there with Matt and a bunch of Deltas, I had an in-depth experience of the local customs and customs of Juarez.

If you are targeted by a monopoly there.

There is no doubt that bullets can fly from anywhere on the street.

After the tycoon leader was captured back to the military base that day, the scene he saw while standing on the roof was still vivid in his mind. Rocket launchers fired randomly and tracer bullets streaked across the night sky like meteors.

The flashing light of the police car was so feeble.

All this proves one thing: in that city, violence is the answer to all problems.

It's normal for the Vipers to hide in Juarez.

Bill is from the world of assassins, so of course he is not afraid of that kind of place. Instead, he feels like a fish in water. This kind of chaotic city can easily attract a group of desperadoes. There is nothing more suitable than that.

"damn it!"

He nodded heavily and took a deep breath from the cigarette: "Then we really need guns, lots and lots of guns."

"ha?"

Beatrice glanced at him and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "Have you never been to Mexico?"

"Juarez is actually a very peaceful city. The people there are very friendly. You don't even have to close the gate at night. You don't need to be nervous. Just treat it as if you are at home."

"Haha~"

The two glanced at each other, both showing contemptuous smiles.

When it was getting dark, the two people who changed cars finally arrived in Juarez.

The last time I came here was extremely hurried. I basically went all the way to the court to pick up people, and then returned the same way. I also experienced fierce gunfire in the middle, so I didn't have the chance to take a good look at the city.

This time, I have a better understanding of Juarez.

As a city with a population of 1.5 million, it has its violent side and its peaceful side.

No matter how rampant the violence in the underground world is, it will always be far away from ordinary people's lives. As the saying goes, if you don't want to find trouble, trouble will not find you.

Seventy percent of the time, this is quite correct.

The vehicles on the road and the pedestrians on the roadside look no different from other cities. Some are worried and some are laughing.

They have everything that normal people should have.

"how to say!"

Ethan knocked on the steering wheel and stopped the car in front of the traffic light: "As far as I can see so far, this is a pretty normal city. Well, why do these people park so far away?"

There are huge gaps between the cars parked behind the sidewalk.

Without exception.

Pouting her lips, Beatrice was about to explain. At this moment, the light next to her flashed and the roar of a motorcycle engine sounded.

Her pupils shrank suddenly and she quickly touched her waist:

"careful."

Following her sharp shout, a motorcycle rushed out from the side like an arrow.

The tire spun wildly, sending up bursts of smoke.

The person sitting in the back seat held a broken AK in his hand. He raised the muzzle of the gun with a ferocious expression. As he pulled the trigger heavily, the gun flashed and the shell casings rose like a line from the ejection port.

The bullets rained heavily.

More than twenty bullet holes were left in a car parked in the leftmost lane.

The front windshield was torn to pieces, and clouds of blood mist exploded inside. No one in the car was spared from this horrific attack, and everyone in the car was trembling with the rain of bullets.

As quickly as it came, it stopped as quickly as it came.

In just two seconds, all the people in the car were killed by gunfire.

The gunman sitting in the back seat put down his AK and fired warning shots at several cars parked behind the zebra crossing.

It feels quite good to have just controlled the fate of several people.

His eyes looked quite excited.

Holding the AK in his hand made him feel like he was God.

The excited face of this temporary god suddenly became stiff. In a black Ford car next to him, he saw two black gun muzzles pointing towards him in a warning manner. It was obvious that if his gun muzzles were slightly shifted that way.

Then the two guns inside will definitely fire at him without hesitation.

That feeling of control quickly faded.

He swallowed hard and quickly poked his companion with his elbow. Smoke started to rise and the motorcycle quickly fled the scene.

"As you can see."

Beatrice put down the Colt in her hand and said calmly: "In this case, you should know why these cars are parked far away, right?"

If this happens enough, it will naturally become a habit.

After all, no one wants to be the unlucky guy accidentally injured by a gunman.

Ethan shook his head and chuckled.

Press the accelerator hard and leave this intersection quickly.

Juarez is still the same Juarez, and it has never changed. Except for a beaten vehicle that is dripping with blood, it seems that nothing has happened.

There was no call to the police and no one came to rescue.

Only sporadic gunfire sounded in the night sky. (End of chapter)