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Chapter 788 The Living Bodhisattva

In reality, it is not as exciting as in the movie.

The expected big explosion and flames did not happen, only the shattered fragments of the motorcycle flew high into the air.

Passers-by next to him screamed and ran away.

On the streets of Medellin at night, high-speed fighting is still going on.

The tragic scene and the two dead people couldn't make the other guy slow down at all, and he still stepped on the accelerator. This is the only time in a lifetime, and no one wants to miss this opportunity.

No money, worse than death.

As for those two guys, they were just unlucky.

Both sides were moving at high speed, if it was that easy to hit someone, the two people in front would have overturned long ago.

Soon, Ethan proved one thing to those who hunted them down.

Ordinary people can't do it.

he can!

Holding the handle of the gun tightly, the Uzi submachine gun in his hand continued to spit bullets.

No aiming required, just a squeeze of the trigger.

Relying on the feeling in his hands, one after another bullets fell on the ground, leaving small craters, and at the same time, he desperately approached the motorcycle moving at high speed.

The last few bullets successfully landed on the driver's body.

The rapidly spinning warhead broke through the body and tore apart the internal organs. The driver's eyes went dark, and his head hit the front of the car heavily.

"Don't~~~"

The gunman's liver and gallbladder were torn, and he let out a desperate roar.

"Boom."

The motorcycle fell, spun like a top on the ground, and crashed with two people under the chassis of a nearby truck.

"Doom."

The truck shook and the driver slammed on the brakes in fright.

With a pop, the watermelon burst open!

Ethan gritted his teeth and put down the Uzi.

In the automatic mode, the bullets are consumed quickly, and the magazine has been emptied after the two shuttles are pulled out.

"Nice job."

Through the rearview mirror, Catherine saw the scene behind her and waved her arms vigorously.

"Boom~~~"

Turning a street corner, the Harley motorcycle continued to roar and sped forward.

But the road narrowed suddenly, and the vehicles in front started to drive slowly. On both sides of the road were stainless steel houses that looked like large telephone booths. On the whole street, there was a living Buddha standing every few meters.

These scantily clad Colombian girls with thick legs and fat buttocks are the cause of the road congestion.

"To find ways to."

Catherine licked her lips and shouted hastily.

There was a sharp turning sound from behind, and the car swung its body and drifted over. Through the rearview mirror, she saw the bloodthirsty eyes of several people inside the car.

"Ding."

Ethan put the ring of the grenade to his mouth, bit his white teeth, and pulled it out forcefully.

Pulling out the latch requires a pulling force of several kilograms. Generally, it is operated with the index finger, and cannot be bitten with the mouth. If you are not careful, you can really pull the tooth out.

But this bite force is a piece of cake for Ethan.

"Pooh."

Throw the latch to the side and spit out forcefully, swinging the arm back.

The driver of the car just turned the steering wheel when he saw a round thing bounce off and fly onto the windshield.

"God."

He cried out silently and closed his eyes.

"Boom."

After a loud explosion, the car crashed into a pavilion on the side of the road, smashing it to pieces.

"Ah~~~"

There was a scream, and the two people who were playing happily separated instantly, one flung, the other swung, and ran away desperately.

On the road, the old man in the car lay down in horror.

The living Bodhisattvas on both sides squatted down one after another.

Judging by the proficiency of the movements, it is not difficult to guess that they should all have rich experience in dealing with such things.

Seeing this, Catherine slammed on the brakes.

The two drew out their pistols at the same time, and violently pulled the trigger on the car, until several people in the car were all down in a pool of blood, and then they stopped their fingers.

"Let's go."

Putting away the gun, Ethan patted Catherine on the shoulder.

This place can't stay for a long time, maybe a living Bodhisattva has received the wind and is calling others to report the news.

Harley motorcycles rushed up the sidewalk, passing terrified living Buddhas.

Leaving behind a puff of exhaust, it quickly disappears at the end of the road.

In the sky, there are few stars.

The ground, however, lights up like a galaxy, and the bright night view of Medellin will not be boring no matter how many times you look at it.

In a wasteland next to a road on a hillside, a Harley motorcycle was parked.

The two sat in the car, smoking cigarettes one after another, the smoke curled up and was quickly blown away by the night wind.

After escaping from the hunt, the two no longer went to any safe house.

Right now, there's no place that's stable or safe.

He simply found a secluded place and used an anti-tapping phone to notify others to come over.

"Are you really a Chicago cop?"

After silently watching the night scene for a while, Catherine couldn't help asking: "Is it true?"

"I haven't lied to you so far." Ethan thought for a while, then asked in turn: "Compared to my identity, is your profession more novel?"

"Female agents are really rare."

"I'm curious, what made you choose this career?"

Catherine's eyes showed a complicated look, as if she remembered something, she smiled and shook her head: "At first, it was out of certain feelings."

"Now, it's a habit."

"This kind of habit is not good, it can kill people." Ethan flicked the cigarette butt, shrugged and asked:

"Have you ever considered quitting?"

"How to quit?" Catherine's eyes glowed in the dimness: "After experiencing these things, do you think we can return to the lives of ordinary people?"

Looking at the bright night scene below, her pupils are reflected like the Milky Way:
"Shopping, cooking, and having a baby?"

"This kind of life of a housewife." She looked at Ethan with an inexplicable smile on her lips: "Do you think I can live it?"

Brown hair, fair face with a few faint freckles.

She looks pretty, like a girl next door, but Ethan knows that this woman is as wild as a female leopard.

In the past few days, not a few people died at her hands.

A person like her really can't live the life of an ordinary person anymore.

"I'm curious."

Catherine licked her lips: "If you are really a city policeman like you said, how do you adjust your psychology, you understand, the feeling of wanting to kill?"

This guy is really suspicious.

"Here."

Ethan took out his mobile phone and clicked on the photo: "See, this is a photo of me when I was awarded the honor. We have discussed so many times. After all, we are also good friends, right?"

"Why, you think I'm lying to you."

"can I see?"

Catherine looked at the mobile phone handed over, her fingers trembling.

For the safety of her family, all the people she came into contact with tried their best to hide their identities, and few of them were honest with each other like this.

(End of this chapter)