My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The grille on the front of the car already reflects his own face.

The smell of tires rubbing against the ground was making its way into my nose.

"Farke."

Gizelle didn't know who to scold and closed her eyes in despair.

The next moment, the body rotated rapidly.

"Uh-huh."

A strong wind roared past him.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on her back, and she quickly opened her eyes. The Mercedes-Benz quickly ran over her less than half a meter away, and the strong wind caused a few strands of hair to sway.

Eyes, Gulu rolled.

Gizelle stared blankly at the man lying above her, the bastard who kept calling him a long-legged girl.

I don’t understand why the other party wants to save me.

In the situation just now, this guy definitely had a chance to dodge, but as long as he reached out and pushed before dodging, he would definitely die.

But he chose to take himself and roll away.

"damn it."

Seeing the two people avoiding the collision of vehicles, Campos was so angry that he cursed:

"Go away and leave them alone."

Now he is racing against time. If he loses only a few seconds, he will have to die in prison. This is what he doesn't want to see.

Phoenix naturally thinks the same way.

Under his control, the black Mercedes-Benz roared past the containers, quickly turned a few corners, and rushed straight towards the barbed wire fence in front. The engine worked faster and roared more urgently.

"Bang!"

The barbed wire fence two to three meters high was directly crushed by it.

The car swung its butt, merged into the street outside, and began to flee.

As soon as Gizelle was released, a fierce friction sound was heard.

Another Hellcat, driven by Toledo, also came quickly. His eyes collided with Ethan's, and they both nodded at the same time.

The former's speed has not slowed down at all.

He stepped on the accelerator again and quickly chased the Mercedes-Benz in the direction in which it was fleeing.

Toledo ran away, and Ethan no longer stayed here.

Open the car door and duck in.

"boom."

As soon as the vehicle started, Gizelle also got in.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan put the gun he had just snatched from the opponent's hand directly to her temple: "Get out of the car!"

"No."

Gizelle's chest heaved and he threw his other gun to the floor: "You just saved my life, now it's yours, if you want it, take it!"

This guy obviously wanted to escape.

He is obviously an undercover agent, but I don't know why he did this.

But since the other party had just chosen to save him, Gizelle gritted his teeth and took a gamble, even if he died, he wouldn't get out of the car.

This car is the closest to me. If you miss it, you will have no chance.

"Go quickly."

The members of the tactical team attacked more fiercely, and some gunmen began to surrender. Seeing Ethan still struggling here, O'Connor waved his hand again in desperation: "Damn it, don't waste time."

The window period is just a few seconds.

"Squeak~"

The tires rubbed wildly, sending out a plume of smoke as it rushed forward.

"Bang bang bang."

A series of bullets hit the car body, so frightened that the two people inside quickly pushed their bodies down.

The Dodge Hellcat swerved and quickly fled the scene.

"Get down."

"Damn it, don't move."

"Sudden~~~"

After another fierce confrontation, more than twenty bodies were left here, and the scene was finally under control.

The gunmen who had no time to escape all fell to the ground.

They were all stepped on the backs, with guns pointed at their heads. If there was any movement, they would fire immediately.

Although they were prepared this time, three members of the tactical team were also knocked down, and many were injured. This situation had already made them red-blooded, and they didn't mind pulling the trigger a few more times.

"call the ambulance!"

"quick."

Urgent shouts also sounded one after another.

"O'Connor."

A loud roar sounded, and the on-site commander rushed over in a hurry: "What are you doing? What were you doing just now? Damn it."

When he saw the members of the tactical team whose necks were half broken, the sweat on his forehead became even more intense.

So many people ran away.

So many people died.

If you don't get the credit, don't get caught in the fishy mess. You have to throw the pot away quickly.

"asshole."

O'Connor put down the dying old man with white hair and strode up to the commander: "Why do you ask me?"

"Fuck Fuck."

He pointed at the guy in front of him and cursed: "I didn't issue an action order, why did you act without permission?"

If the target is locked, the tactical team members will try their best to stop Mercedes.

However, the main target they received the order from had already been controlled by O'Connor, so they all focused on disarming the others.

As for Campos, no one cared.

Only then did he find the opportunity to escape.

Thinking of this, O'Connor was so angry that he flew up and kicked his colleague over with all his strength.

Then, he rushed forward and punched hard:

"Asshole, let you take the credit."

"let go."

The commander parried again and again and said angrily: "O'Connor, I want to file a complaint against you, you bastard."

"complaint?"

O'Connor's eyes widened with anger, and his fists rained down.

Seeing that guy being beaten violently, no one from the nearby tactical team stepped forward to help him. It would be good if they couldn't help but step forward to make up for it.

Danger can be ignored.

Sacrifice is okay.

But the target ran away, which is unacceptable.

"Bang."

After smashing the guy's nose bone with one punch, O'Connor finally got up out of breath. Looking at the bodies lying on the ground around him, he lowered his hands feebly.

The roar of the car seemed extremely dull at this time.

After a delay, the Mercedes-Benz and the Dodge Hellcat driven by Toledo disappeared in the rolling traffic. Those two people were very good drivers and had no chance to catch up.

Ethan estimated that there was nothing Toledo could do with the car.

He had no weapons on him, and the opponent was driving a bulletproof vehicle. A few shots could force him back.

In fact, this was the reason why he finally decided to take Gizelle with him.

It can be seen that this long-legged girl is Campos's right-hand man. She must know some information about the other party, which is very precious at this time.

"OK!"

Gizelle was the first to break the silence. She licked her lips: "Mr. Morgan, can you put the gun down first?"

"Don't worry, I will never resist?"

"Shut up."

Ethan turned the steering wheel with one hand and drove towards the seaside.

The other hand didn't move at all.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed steadily at the opponent.

A few minutes later, the surging seawater was illuminated by the car lights, and the Hellcat came to a remote beach and slowly stopped.

"Put your hands on the roof of the car."

Putting the parking gear on, Ethan turned sideways and shook the muzzle of his gun: "I know you don't believe it, but you really don't have any chance."

"Be honest and cooperate."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind breaking your slender neck."

Gizelle's eyebrows twitched, she gritted her teeth and raised her arms, firmly pressing them against the roof of the car.