Ron guessed that Sandy heard the gunshots here, walked out of the room, and exchanged fire with people outside.

Anton's hands and feet were shot.

He slowly pushed open the drug dealer's room.

Ron sneered, "Hey, you got the wrong person. We are not the police. No, we are not the ordinary FBI. Most of the time, we don't need evidence."

He held a spring gun in his right hand, with the muzzle pointing toward the ground.

Ron searched the pickup truck.

There was a crisp sound of glass and the car siren sounded.

Ron pulled the trigger without hesitation, wood chips flew everywhere, and the bullet shot through the wooden door.

Seeing that there was no danger, Sandy rushed over bravely.

Sandy drove the car and rushed out of the motel, arriving late.

His right hand was handcuffed to the iron bed, and the other hand took the beer handed to him by Ron, and took a big gulp.

"What's the relationship with the wanted criminal Anton? He seems to be looking for you!"

Ron rushed out after him, holding his gun evenly, taking a deep breath and aiming.

Sandy shrugged and drove back to the hotel.

"Don't shoot, I'm willing to cooperate!"

A faint sound sounded, and the man slowly loosened his seat belt.

He moved the wooden chair over, stood on it and pushed aside the wooden boards on the ceiling.

The sound of car alarms is distracting.

Maybe he couldn't hear it at all.

"I...I thought there was going to be a great car chase, but obviously, there's no need for that now. I have to say, your marksmanship is pretty damn accurate."

Sandy was furious, and then gave Llewelyn a hard look.

"Boom boom!"

Not as good as remembering the danger of bullets passing overhead.

Ron had shot his hands and feet, and blood was oozing out from the wounds.

There was an inconspicuous shoe print on the chair.

Ron opened the wooden door with three large holes, held a gun in both hands, and rolled out.

Two drug dealers died in the room, and one drug dealer died in the bathroom, with blood flowing all over the floor.

In an inconspicuous place, Ron saw traces of movement.

Ron shouted, and the man in the car raised his hands obediently.

Ron stood in the center of the house, his gaze slowly sweeping over.

Intensive gunfire rang out.

The man knelt on the ground, and Ron took out the handcuffs and put them on the man.

"You can't lie to me, there must be something between you two."

"All right!"

I can't see my face clearly, but it's very miserable.

"FBI, put your hands up!"

"Crunch!"

As expected, he is the murderer Anton Chigurh.

"anti!"

Ron walked over with two open bottles of beer in his hand, and handed one of them to the man.

Anton thought that Ron would be hesitant and merciless like ordinary police officers, but he obviously had the wrong person.

I didn't expect it, I never expected it.

The door lock was broken from the outside.

The room was so tidy, Llewelyn didn't look like someone who disliked cleanliness.

He shook his head to quickly recover from the dizziness.

The brakes make a loud and squeaky sound.

There was a slight sound of the door opening.

"Llewellyn Moss."

"boom!"

Otherwise, there is nothing of value.

Sandy was upset, "Hey, man, you doubt my ability."

Anton looked stunned.

"come out!"

Ron looked at Llewelyn coldly.

A figure with blood dripping from his trouser legs appeared in front of him.

He fell to the ground unwillingly, his eyes widened, and he refused to rest in silence.

There was a crisp sound.

"Fear!"

Then a cruel smile suddenly appeared on Anton's face, and he was about to pull the spring gun to kill Ron.

Ron on the ground narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Anton took a deep breath and was about to pull the trigger unwillingly.

The sawdust hit my head and it hurt.

"Three drug dealers died in the next room. It was probably Anton who killed them. It looked more like a fight between drug dealers. As for him, he was just a disaster."

A man with curly hair, wearing a shirt and jeans, is sitting in the driver's seat.

Ron sat across from the man and looked at the man carefully.

The man walked out very cooperatively.

Anton's body shook, and there was a loud muffled sound.

Anton's ferocious face was full of astonishment.

There were also guns left on the ground.

So the situation must have been urgent at that time, so the marks on the chair were not wiped.

"Officer, I really have nothing to say."

Ron quickly chased after him with a gun in both hands.

"What are you doing?"

The gunfire came from the hallway at the door of the next room.

Ron narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled.

Ron took a step forward and opened the car door.

His eyes were fixed on the door, and his heart was beating fast.

There was a muffled groan at the door.

His appearance is exactly the same as the photo on the wanted poster.

The ventilation duct leads to the drug dealer's room, and a brown leather suitcase lies quietly at the deepest part of the ventilation duct.

Llewelyn is about 1.8 meters tall, and he still needs to stand on a chair at his height.

Holding the Glock pistol tightly in his right hand, he quietly walked to the wooden door, took a deep breath, and waited quietly.

The sound of the car's engine started, and a silver pickup truck rushed out of the motel.

White smoke rose up repeatedly as the tires rubbed against the ground.

"Well!"

Just then, Sandy walked in.

If his marksmanship hadn't been accurate enough, he might have been on the street by now.

"There are accomplices!"
To be continued...