My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the picture, Ethan was playing with a small pistol boredly.

Toledo, on the other hand, crossed his arms.

He stared blankly at the ground, waiting for his enemy to arrive.

"listen."

The on-site commander pacing slowly in the container said into the earpiece: "Everyone is on standby. We can only act after hearing O'Connor's instructions. We need to make sure that the primary target is in place."

"Team A got it."

"Team B got it."

"Team C receives it."

Three voices sounded in the headset one after another.

This sound came from the other three containers, each of which was located about 20 meters away from the open space, with a large group of tactical team members standing inside.

Bulletproof vest, helmet, and assault rifle on his body.

Their breathing was calm, and the eyes in their masks were calm, but when all of this broke out, it could destroy everything.

These are what O'Connor relies on.

"clatter."

The slide pulls and the bullet flies out of the ejection port.

The bullet spinning in mid-air was caught by a hand like lightning, and then gently tossed.

"That colleague of yours."

Ethan unloaded the magazine and inserted the bullet again: "I don't like him. This man has no sense of grace. We risk our lives here as bait, but we are given empty bullets?"

"What's in his head?"

"Pa~"

The magazine slammed into the pistol, and he asked expressionlessly: "Poop?"

From the vehicle impound site, the three of them got the goods back, and then went directly to the container area of ​​the terminal. When they saw O'Connor's colleague just now, the other party asked someone to take the gun from him.

Moreover, he and Toledo were given a pair of good-looking products.

Come to trade, you can't be unprepared.

But the officer just now was not worried about letting them carry live ammunition, so he let them in with blank ammunition.

"Um."

O'Connor coughed slightly and looked a little unnatural: "He can hear you."

"so what?"

Ethan rotated the pistol and continued to complain: "Idiots are idiots. It has nothing to do with anything else. This is an objective fact."

"Think of the good."

O'Connor put his hands in his pockets and tried to change the subject:

"When Braga is captured, you can leave here openly and as a free man."

"snort."

Toledo sneered, doubting this.

"And one more thing."

O'Connor said solemnly: "At the party that night, I saw Campos chatting with someone. I suspected that it was Braga, and he tried to get the cup where they drank coffee."

"The fingerprint test results will be out soon."

"rest assured."

He glanced at Toledo, nodded slowly and said, "The criminal database in Mexico has been shared. As long as his identity is confirmed, he can't escape."

"Boom~"

At this moment, the roar of the engine sounded, and the lights of cars came from the front.

One, two.

Ten cars came roaring towards them and stopped abruptly not far in front of them.

These vehicles directly surrounded them in a semicircle.

"Touch~~~"

The dull sound of door closing sounded one after another.

One after another, the fierce-looking Lao Hei and Lao Mo got out of the car one after another, with shotguns, assault rifles, and submachine guns clearly in their hands, and the muzzles of the guns were vaguely pointed at them.

"Farke!"

Seeing so many people coming down, the commander in the container cursed secretly and quickly grabbed the headset:

"There were many gunmen, almost forty."

"These people all carry heavy firepower, so be careful."

This secret curse also sounded in Ethan's heart.

Even though he was well prepared, he was still a little nervous when he saw Campos coming with a reinforced platoon. It could be seen from the actions and behavior of these people that they were not just raw people.

The hands were more or less stained with blood.

The only advantage now is the initiative. It is impossible for these people to shoot before seeing the goods with their own eyes.

That kind of loss is something the other party cannot bear.

Otherwise, Ethan would not take such a risk and appear under the opponent's gunpoint.

"You want my head."

An angry roar sounded, and Phoenix stared at Toledo ferociously:

"Come on, this is yours."

This guy was controlled by the arms of two gunmen and pushed forward by the two men. The side of his head was wrapped in a bandage, which was stained with blood.

Needless to say, this is definitely a souvenir from the car accident last night.

"Look at him."

Campos got out of a Mercedes and yelled in Spanish.

Hearing this, the two gunmen quickly grabbed Phoenix.

"Mr. Viper."

Campos opened his arms and stepped forward, looking at Ethan with a smile: "According to your request, I'm here. Don't worry about Phoenix, as long as the deal is completed, he will be yours."

Following him, dozens of people came forward in unison.

That kind of power would make most people weak in fear.

His men were not defenseless. Quite a number of people in the crowd pointed their guns outward and looked around every corner with vigilance.

Campos is not a fool to succeed in Mexico.

There will definitely be some precautions.

Most of his gang of gunmen came from Mexico, not to mention ruthless and ruthless, they were all people who dared to quarrel with the police, and they knew exactly where they were doing what they were doing.

This alert caused a cold sweat to break out on the forehead of the container commander.

Despite preparations, the bones are too hard now.

He quickly pressed the headset and reported the situation at the scene sentence by sentence, trying to let the commando members who were ambushing know what was going on.

His speaking voice was also lowered unconsciously.

"so."

Campos put down his hands and looked at Ethan with a smile: "Where is my goods?"

Although there were several large boxes on the ground next to him, he didn't even look at them. Anyone who dared to seize food from a tiger's mouth would not be an idiot.

This guy is also a smiling tiger.

There was a look of indifference in his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly the emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. Only those who knew him well knew that this was when Campos had the strongest murderous intention.

"Are you talking about the goods that were placed here before?"

O'Connor smiled and reached out to open the box: "You haven't given us all the things we want."

"Also, it seems that you are not the one we are asking for negotiation."

The box covered with bullet holes was empty.

Campos had expected this. He smiled and nodded, waving his fingers behind him.

"Da~"

Gizelle was standing behind the crowd. The moment she heard the sound, she quickly walked behind, pulled out a suitcase from the inside, pulled out the trolley and dragged the suitcase forward.

The rollers pressed against the ground, making a rustling sound.

It can be seen that this box is very heavy.

"Four million dollars."

Gizelle came to the crowd as if walking on a stage, flicked her arm vigorously, and pulled the box forward:

"You asked for this."