Chapter 13 13 No Country for Old Men

In the dead of night, there was a sudden gunshot.

"Bang!"

Ron opened his eyes suddenly and slowly got up from the bed.

He grabbed the pistol on the bed table and walked carefully to the living room.

Put your ears against the wall.

"Bang, bang!"

Two gunshots rang out again.

It's a bit like silenced gunshots, but not quite.

The voice is very small, unless the body has been modified.

The vehicle lost control and shook violently.

Sandy's yelling voice came from inside the room.

"Don't move, put your hands up, or I'll shoot!"

The pickup truck lost control and hit a car parked on the side of the road.

Ron's back was against the thick wall.

"Bang!"

The sound came from the next room, but it was not the room where Sandy was.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Anton's back, frantically showing his presence.

The spring gun fell to the ground.

The footsteps are getting closer.

"Hold your head with your hands and kneel down!"

"Resist, resist, resist..."

"Defense yourself!"

Ron jumped up from the ground, looking for the sound and chasing towards the intersection not far away.

Llewelyn was in a state of confusion, and for the first time he was a little unsure.

Ron would be so cruel that he would kill himself if he made the slightest move.

The glass facing the street was broken, and a cool breeze blew in from the window.

"If you must think so, yes!"

"Click" the lock fell off.

Sandy looked embarrassed.

"Zhizhi..."

"Why run?"

The man was tall and burly, with a calm expression, without any trace of panic, as if the person he caught was not him.

Mudd, your teammates are really cheating.

"Damn, what the hell are you looking at? You must be hiding something? Tell me!"

Things in the room were neatly arranged, and the bed in the bedroom showed signs of sleeping on it.

"FBI, put your hands up!"

"Fuck you!"

"Resist, resist, resist..."

Probably even he didn't expect to meet two FBI agents in the motel.

There was so much excitement outside the corridor just now that Sandy didn't even shoot a single shot?

Ron quietly broke into a cold sweat.

The bullet passed through Anton's head, and red and white stuff splashed all over the face of Sandy who rushed up.

Taking a deep breath, he waited quietly for the other party to open the door.

in the room.

Ron stared intently at the man. If the man pulled out a gun and resisted, he would just kill the guy and save the government a judicial expense.

"Bang!"

"Stop talking nonsense, go back and search the motel to see if there are any accomplices."

The sound came from another room.

He hooked the box out, not forgetting to carefully restore the wooden boards on the ceiling.

Anton was shot twice more in the chest.

Then Ron entered the room opened by Llewelyn.

At the right time, the sound of the door opening suddenly sounded outside the corridor.

Ron looked towards the ceiling.

Sandy's voice sounded outside the corridor.

Finally, he wiped the chair and put it back in its place.

The blood on the man's face naturally dried up, making him look a little scary.

"Slowly unbuckle your seat belt. I don't want you to do anything else. Of course, if you want to do something else, I'll be more than happy to kill you."

The guy with the long hair was shot four times.

Although one of them was a bad guy, the other's marksmanship was surprisingly accurate.

Because Sandy's room is on the other side.

Llewelyn remained silent, just looking at Ron silently.

First the three drug dealers, then Llewelyn, and finally Anton.

Is this still the police?

He is simply more ruthless than the murderous demon himself!

Two gunshots were fired and tires exploded.

Ron looked at Sandy in the car speechlessly.

Without any hesitation, Ron backed away from the wall.

Llewelyn blinked innocently.

He saw a ventilation duct.

"Resist, resist, resist..."

"Fuck, fuck..."

There was an M40A1 wooden sniper rifle in the car. This model of rifle is usually used for hunting.

"Bang bang!"

Ron stood in the middle of the room, quietly scanned the room and then exited.

"Kneel down and hold your head."

Ron thought of the two wanted posters he had seen on TV.

Suddenly, the gap under the wooden door turned dark and then light.

"Don't move, raise your hands."

He was shot in the right arm and waist, and his figure was shaky. Ron guessed that he should have been shot through the wooden door just now.

"Bang!"

"It doesn't matter."

Sandy's crazy yelling and cursing sounded.

The doorframe blew overhead.

"what is it call?"

"What happened to the gun?"

However, before he could take aim and pull the trigger.

After a long while, he said: "If you must think that we are related, please provide evidence."
To be continued...