My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

On the hillside, there was a clicking sound.

After putting the magazine in, Ethan put the AK on his shoulder and then stopped with satisfaction.

On the legs, there are Glock and Colt on the left and right.

He held a machete in his hand, five or six magazines firmly inserted into his belt, and he was almost armed to the teeth.

Without the combat belt, it can only look like this.

"is it necessary?"

Seeing him like this, Toledo weighed the shotgun in his hand: "The other party probably doesn't know that we dare to follow him and confront him in Mexico."

"fine."

Ethan waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "You don't have to take it. When the bullets are not enough, you will know whether it is necessary."

Your life is your own, no one else will help you.

Toledo looked at O'Connor again. This guy also had three guns. He thought about it and quickly grabbed a Glock.

You really can't ignore what you have to do next.

"What are you doing?"

Ethan saw Gizelle strapping a holster on her thigh and narrowed his eyes: "This has nothing to do with you, are you sure?"

"I already said that."

The long-legged girl put the pistol that Ethan returned to her into the holster with murderous intent, gritted her teeth and said: "I will definitely return the bump last night. Do you think I am joking?"

"Even if I don't kill him, if he knew I survived, he would definitely send someone to kill me."

"In that case, why not take action first."

These words sounded a little incomprehensible, but Ethan instantly understood that their world was very cruel.

Yes, it was Campos who struck Gizelle first.

But knowing that the other party is fine, he will definitely choose to take action again, because he has pushed the other party to the opposite side, and the next step must be to eliminate the hidden dangers, and he cannot wait for others to come back for revenge.

When the grass is cut, the root must be removed.

This is the general rule among their people.

"Moreover."

Gizelle put the silenced pistol into the holster under his arm again, shrugged and said, "If you don't follow, I doubt you will even be able to find the church."

"Ask around for information, and you will only die in an attack on the way."

"Although."

Gizelle tightened her pistol tightly and covered it with her small jacket. She glanced at Ethan coldly: "For someone here, I would love to see this happen."

"Please, last night was also for safety reasons."

Ethan smiled and stretched out his fist: "Girl with long legs, I think you can understand the action of body search."

Looking at that smiling face, Gizelle wanted to punch him.

She took a deep breath and swung her arm to meet the opponent's fist.

"Thanks."

Toledo nodded to Gizelle and bumped his fist: "No matter what the outcome is, I owe you a big favor."

The last gap was also filled by O'Connor.

Four fists pressed together hard.

Deikali.

On the top of a hill stands a church.

The tips of the two towers on the Gothic-style building stretch high into the sky, as if they are touching the legendary heaven.

More than a dozen cars lined up in a long queue, rolling up yellow smoke and heading towards the mountain.

In front of the church, the motorcade stopped.

The people in the car quickly got out of the car. They carried firearms unscrupulously and spread out in a swagger. Some people looked around to guard the surroundings, while others entered and started a blanket search.

After ten minutes, those people left the church.

After a while, Campos, who looked gloomy, got out of an SUV.

Throwing his coat to his men, he glanced around, then turned and walked into the church. After two days of unlucky days, he now urgently needed a service to cleanse his soul.

Quickly walking up the steps, his figure quickly disappeared into the church.

Behind the church, several people were lying quietly on the ground in the bushes dozens of meters away.

This is also one of the few places on this hill where one can lurk. If it weren't for Gizelle, they really wouldn't have been able to successfully approach the church without attracting the enemy's attention.

"Looks like we're in luck."

Looking at the figures walking back and forth, Gizelle said softly: "Listen, this is our only chance."

"Campos doesn't like to be disturbed by his followers when he's worshiping."

"So, it was just him and the priest in the church."

She turned her head and wrinkled her nose: "Now is also the time when he has the least number of people around him. According to my experience, four to five people are usually arranged behind the church for defense."

"On the right, there is a side door."

"Through that small door, you can directly reach the altar."

"Our goal is right there."

A group of people had been lying here for half an hour. The sun was so hot that everyone was sweating, and there was also a trace of water on the tip of her nose.

Noticing the focus of Ethan's gaze, Gizelle quickly wiped away the sweat:

"No matter what we're going to do."

"We must not attract anyone's attention. If we get bitten here, it will be difficult for us to get out of trouble."

Pointing to the small town below with her hand, she continued softly: "The entire city is within Campos's sphere of influence. We can't bear the gunfire that may come out at any time, at least I can't."

"We must move quickly. We have to escape from here before the other party mobilizes a large number of manpower."

"So, what's our plan?"

As the last sentence rang out, the other three people all looked towards Ethan.

There was nothing he could do, several people had been defeated by him.

In this case, the person with the strong fist is naturally the first to speak, and the other person is always very organized in doing things.

So, you might as well listen to his opinion.

If it's unreasonable, it's not too late to continue discussions. This won't affect the overall situation.

"First step, I kill two."

Ethan slowly pulled out the machete on his body, and was careful not to let the sunlight reflect upward: "Kill each of you, and don't make too much noise."

"Um."

He thought for a while and said softly: "The second step is, let's go in and kill Campos."

Gizelle blinked rapidly, looking confused.

What kind of plan is this?

Even if those people are pigs, they can't just stand there and let you kill them.

"Please."

Ethan held the machete and met the eyes of the three of them, and said firmly: "Don't think too complicated, this kind of thing is very simple, just kill."

Not only Gizelle, but also Toledo and O'Connor's eyes twitched.

Can this guy be more reliable?

"Let's go!"

Ethan slapped the ants off his neck and said impatiently:

"Don't complicate simple things. Just follow my plan. Each person will claim a target later. If the enemy has more, leave them all to me."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for anyone else to reply.

He avoided the bushes and grass, held the machete in his hand, and crawled forward quietly and slowly.

The three people behind looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces.

That’s it, there’s no need to say anything else.

let's go!