My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Bang!"

The suitcase hit the ground hard.

The dust on the ground was kicked up in a circle, and the sound shocked the hearts of everyone present.

This is a huge amount of money.

It is impossible for many people to earn this kind of money in their lifetime.

Countless eyes wandered on this suitcase, even Gizelle was no exception. She couldn't help but lick her lips and let out a sigh of relief.

"Girl with long legs."

Ethan tapped the gun with his fingers and asked with a smile: "If I remember correctly, what I want is eight million."

"Again, my name is Gizelle."

The other party gritted his teeth and narrowed his big eyes: "The rest is in the car, let us see the goods, and then you can get the remaining box of money."

"asshole."

She raised her chin and looked at Ethan dissatisfied: "Don't you think that you will take advantage of everything?"

Of course Ethan would not have this idea.

Even the box of money on the floor, he didn't bother to open and check.

There are several hidden cameras installed here. I don't even have a chance to reach out, so there is no need to get into trouble.

"Where is Braga?"

Ethan turned to look at Campos and spread his hands with a smile: "Please, that is also one of the conditions of our deal. If he doesn't show up, I won't let my friends bring things over."

"This is for everyone's safety, I hope you can understand."

"certainly."

Campos raised his arm and shook it in two circles, smiling the same way: "Don't worry, I am a man of my word."

With a wave of his arm, the rear door of the Mercedes-Benz opened.

The white-haired old man they saw in the club that night appeared in front of them. The old man adjusted his suit, looked around, and slowly stepped forward.

Meanwhile, Campos stepped back and stood next to the Mercedes.

"Notice."

The commander in the container saw the man and excitedly held the headset: "We suspect that the target person appears, and we are ready to take action at any time."

When he gave the order, the old man in a suit walked up to several people.

"Dong~"

He swung his leather shoes and kicked the heavy suitcase: "I heard that you want to see me. You have already got the money."

"What else do you want now?"

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met. If O'Connor hadn't kept giving Toledo winks, the latter would have wanted to rush up and break the man's neck.

"good news."

At this time, a voice came from O'Connor's headset:

"Brian, the fingerprints you brought back that night have been successfully matched. One of the guys' fingerprints is 100% consistent with the ones Braga left in the Mexican criminal database."

"In other words, one of these two people is definitely Braga."

The urgent voice continued: "I'm waiting for the other party to fax the photos over for final confirmation."

Hearing this, O'Connor's eyes lit up.

He pinched his fingers, ready to issue instructions at any time.

etc.

Ethan's head struck like lightning, and his fingers tapping the handle of the gun suddenly stopped.

When Campos stepped forward, all the gunmen followed him.

They all looked cautious.

As the boss, the old man in front of me was sitting alone in the car behind him just now. When he got off, no one paid any attention to him, and few people even looked at him.

This is the treatment for the leader of a pro-independence group?

"The prime suspect has been identified."

O'Connor could hold back, but the commander couldn't. As soon as he heard the fingerprints and confirmed that it was Braga, he immediately shouted into the headset: "Gray suit, white hair, Mexican man."

"Do it!"

"Sir." The person in charge of the surveillance video quickly turned back: "Agent Bryan has not determined the target yet."

"Repeat, gray suit, do it!"

The commander shouted again, stretched out his hand to cover the headset, and stared at the guy in front of him fiercely: "What, are you going to question me?"

Take credit.

This thought flashed through the young agent's head.

He shook his head quickly and forced a smile.

In O'Connor's headset, his colleague's command to take action also sounded. His eyebrows suddenly furrowed, but he couldn't say anything now.

"You are not Braga."

Ethan didn't know what was happening in the flash of lightning yet, he sneered: "If you are Braga, I am Ao Guanhai."

"What?"

O'Connor's face became shocked and he asked hurriedly: "Isn't he Braga?"

"Then Braga is."

He quickly moved his eyes and cast his surprised gaze on Campos.

"Farke."

Campos heard all these conversations, and he cursed secretly.

"FBI!"

At this moment, there was a continuous roar.

Accompanied by heavy, chaotic footsteps, members of the tactical team rushed out of the container one by one. They were sweating from staying inside and were already impatient.

"Tip!"

Campos heard these shouts and stared ferociously at the three people opposite him: "Fire, fire, kill them all."

These three people are actually undercover agents.

asshole.

All deserve to die!

The two groups started a fierce battle like sparks hitting the earth.

The sound of gunfire was deafening.

Gunfire flashed wildly.

O'Connor was originally going to give the action signal, but now the commander suddenly launched it, leaving Ethan and the others unprepared.

The battle started suddenly.

The only good thing is that these tactical teams attracted the attention of most of the gunmen, and the firefight mainly started before them.

"Swish swish~"

The sound of stray bullets rang out, hitting the container and exploding into clouds of sparks.

In an instant, four or five gunmen were knocked down.

These fierce-looking men were cut down by the first wave of bullets like wheat.

The opponent has heavy firepower, and SWAT will show no mercy.

Eliminate the threat first.

Campos, the gunmen of Braga, were not weak at all. The guns in their hands were spitting out tongues of fire crazily, and they fired desperately at the members of the tactical team who suddenly appeared.

"Pa~"

A bullet passed through the neck of a member of the tactical team, instantly removing half of the flesh.

The helmeted head also softened to the side.

Blood splattered everywhere.

This terrifying scene also stalled the offensive in this direction.

"damn it."

The team commander roared, grabbing the man's shoulder strap and pulling him back desperately: "Don't rush forward in a hurry, the shield goes up first!"

"Toledo."

Phoenix cursed sternly, put his hands behind his back, and swung forward violently.

Two M1911s appeared in his hands.

"Bang bang bang."

The blazing warhead shot out from the barrel at high speed, setting off balls of flame.

As early as the sound of gunshots, the bald man flew to the side to avoid several bullets shot with hatred. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked at Phoenix and Campos behind him. The enemy was right in front of him.

It's just that he didn't know it all the time, which made him extremely angry.

O'Connor stepped forward, controlled the white-haired old man, and dragged him back quickly.

Here in Ethan, someone also exploded.

"Shua~"

Nuo's long leg brought a strong wind.

A faint light flashed from the toe of the shoe and swept towards his face.