My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Following the shout, a white man in a suit rushed through the door.

In his hand, he held a Glock.

"Snapped."

Ethan flew up with a lightning kick and hit the opponent's hand holding the gun.

The opponent was caught off guard. Before he could see what was going on inside, Glock was kicked away. The pistol hit the wall hard and fell into the corner.

My hands felt numb.

The visitor did not expect that within a second of entering, his weapon would be easily removed.

He roared and pumped his fist forward.

"There's a gun."

The bald man who fell to the ground behind struggled to get up. When he saw the two firearms that Ethan had inserted into his waist, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and loudly warned the incoming man: "Be careful."

The other party beat him like this before he even fired his gun.

If that guy really used a gun, I really don't know what would happen.

In fact, his worries are unnecessary.

Originally, Ethan wanted to use his gun to kill these two people cleanly, but when he heard the FBI's cry, he immediately gave up that idea.

The other party is not the enemy.

Therefore, there is no need to take such a heavy hand.

His face turned cold, and he kicked out like lightning, the boot coming first and striking the FBI agent's body with unusual crispness.

The person who came did not advance but retreated, and was kicked back.

"Bang."

His back hit the wall and he fell hard again.

"Cough cough cough~"

Severe coughs sounded one after another.

The man in the suit was kicked so hard that he couldn't breathe. He clutched his chest in pain and collapsed on the ground.

By this time, the bald man had regained his composure.

If his body moves, it will explode.

"Uh-huh."

The cold muzzle of the Uzi submachine gun was pressed against his head.

At the same time, the muzzle of the Beretta M9 was also pointed at the FBI agents. Two guns, one on the left and one on the right, pinned the two guys who were beaten to the ground to death in place.

Ethan stood sideways, panting slightly.

This big bald man has some brute strength. He just received a few punches on his body, which made him feel pain.

However, the other party is obviously worse.

His eye sockets were swollen, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

After being restrained from moving, he returned his arms and hugged his waist, panting like an ox, and could only look over with wide eyes, not afraid of the muzzle of the gun above his head.

Of course, just don’t dare to move.

On the other side, the man in the suit was also panting.

This fight was inexplicable, and the man in front of me didn't even recognize him.

No, he stared at Ethan's face and thought of something.

"Don't even move."

Ethan also recognized the man in a suit. He was the upright federal agent who had not changed his expression at the funeral. He clicked the muzzle of his gun as a warning and walked slowly towards the door.

Anyway, what I want is already done.

There is no need to start a fight here without knowing the ins and outs, it makes no sense.

Through the reactions of the two, Ethan judged that the other party and Parker were not on the same side at all, and there was no need to fight to the death. He did not want to provoke federal agents now.

The gun was retracted and he quickly turned around and left.

The short corridor passed by and quickly disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

In the living room.

Seeing the figure disappear at the door, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. Although the fight was short, they were quickly suppressed and failed to gain any advantage.

The two looked at each other with an inquiring look in their eyes.

His skills were easily dealt with. When did such a powerful person come to Los Angeles?

As soon as their eyes met, sparks flickered.

The bald man and the man in suits exploded almost at the same time and flew toward each other.

He opened his fists and kicked with his toes.

Angry shouts echoed throughout the apartment again.

The scene of another fight in front of him made Parker look at the ceiling blankly. It was so confusing and his brain was running out of energy.

"let's go."

Ethan quickly got into the car, threw the two guns into Jabber's legs, and quickly started the vehicle.

The engine roared to life, and the Toyota swung its butt and rushed towards the end of the street.

"Bang."

At this moment, the windows on the fourth floor behind exploded.

A figure was knocked out, and countless pieces of broken glass clattered to the ground. Passers-by were frightened and ran away quickly, looking upstairs in horror.

The Asian man was grabbed by his feet by someone inside and hung upside down on the outer wall.

"ah!!!"

A shrill cry sounded loudly: "Don't let go, I will say anything."

This movement naturally attracted Jiabo's attention. He looked in the rearview mirror and frowned and asked, "What happened? Who is still up there? Whose gun is this?"

"FBI."

Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror and felt a pity for Parker hanging on the outer wall.

This guy is unlucky today.

"I snatched these two guns." He retracted his gaze, stared ahead and said, "Put it on your body for self-defense."

He held the steering wheel with one hand and touched his body.

He grinned unnaturally again, that big bald head was quite strong.

"Why?"

Jiabo looked confused. He put the two guns away and asked impatiently: "What exactly did you find? Why are there FBI people up there? You won't kill them, right?"

Damn, are you that much like a murderer?

Ethan rolled his eyes and told everything about what just happened.

When he heard that he was going to confront the Mexican independent lord, the corners of Jiabo's mouth twitched, and the sudden appearance of federal agents made him frown even more.

Things here are not simple.

"how do you want to do it."

He scratched his bald head and cursed in excitement:

"These damn monopolies never stop. Why didn't their mothers throw them into the manure pit and drown them when they were born?"

"Go get the car."

Ethan knocked on the steering wheel and said in a deep voice: "As for the FBI, ignore them for now. I just do my own thing."

No matter what those people want to do, they have a target in mind.

No, there are two goals.

Braga and Campos, these two guys have to die.

In fact, Ethan had his own judgment. Leti didn't know why, but she took the initiative to help Du Xiao transport goods, but she was definitely not doing it for money.

She was not that kind of person. Maybe she discovered something and was brutally silenced.

Therefore, it is right to identify those two people and take action.

"As for you."

Thinking of this, Ethan turned his head and looked at Jiabo: "You can't be exposed, try to hide behind the scenes."

"Check out Braga's information by the way."

"It would be great if we could directly find the whereabouts of the other party."

The FBI was involved in the process. Although I don't know why those people came here, there is no need for Jiabo to be directly involved.

Unlike himself, he is particularly sensitive about his identity.

If Jia Bo is really caught, he may never see the sunshine of freedom for the rest of his life. He has too many secrets.

But I am different, I still have a trump card.

Even if there is an accident and you are caught by the FBI, you can escape unscathed. (End of chapter)