My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Even though it was morning, the sun was extremely hot.

The gunman with a mustache yawned under the sun and looked into the church boredly.

He is the boss and everything is good.

It is this behavior that is very incomprehensible.

Who would have thought that the man worshiping inside had personally cut off the limbs of a hostile force's subordinate just a few hours ago.

However, it is also this kind of contradiction that can easily make people feel frightened.

After all, no one can guess what he is thinking in his heart.

"Seriously."

Seeing his appearance, the people next to him reminded him repeatedly: "Boss came back overnight last night and lost more than 50 million yuan there. If you don't want to be chopped up and fed to the dogs, you'd better cheer up for the next two days." .”

"I know."

Mustache quickly turned around and scratched his head: "Isn't that the woman last night who was so good at twisting!"

"You don't even know what it's like to twerk."

In the other direction, there were also people chatting away, their eyelids raised only once in a while. This place had always been hidden, and it was a lonely mountain.

I can't think of anything to be nervous about.

Thinking of last night's scene, Mustache felt relaxed and couldn't help but yawned again.

The bushes swayed slightly, and cold light flew up.

This white drill slid through the air and penetrated right into the open mouth.

"Uh-huh!"

With a soft sound, the front teeth were smashed.

The sharp blade also stabbed out from the back of the head.

A drop of blood hung on the tip of the knife, and slipped quietly as a breeze blew by.

Following that Bai Lian, there was also a hint of cold light.

The butterfly knife flew like a meteor and penetrated deeply into the mustache companion's neck. The severe pain caused the guy to take a step back and cover the wound with one hand.

His eyes widened, and his other hand tremblingly reached for the gun hanging on his body.

A figure jumped out from the bushes.

At a distance of six to seven meters, Ethan flew by and grabbed the handle of the butterfly knife like lightning before the opponent touched the trigger.

"呲~"

I saw him pulling hard, and water mist spurted out.

Several severed fingers flew up with this movement, and the man's whole body suddenly lost strength. His finger was on the trigger, but he could no longer pull it.

The rising mist wet Ethan's face,

But he didn't care so much. He held the man in his arms and stepped forward. Before the mustache fell heavily to the ground, he grabbed the other person's clothes.

Meanwhile, the other direction.

Toledo and O'Connor also burst out of the grass, each hugged a Campos gunman, neatly raised the butt of the gun and hit the head hard, successfully knocking the opponent unconscious.

In just two or three seconds, the four people guarding the back door were successfully eliminated.

"Farke."

Ethan put the two people down, turned around and cursed: "Didn't I ask you to aim at the heart?"

"Do you know it's hard to deal with this!"

That fountain is still gushing out.

This made Ethan couldn't help but wonder if the other party had high blood pressure. This spray turned him into a bloody man, with the smell of blood all over his body.

Rapid footsteps sounded, and Toledo and the two approached quickly.

When they saw the two people on the ground, he and O'Connor couldn't help but swallow their saliva. It was easier to deal with them there just now, so they knocked them unconscious. They didn't expect it to be so bloody and scary.

The two looked at each other and silently shifted their gazes.

Such a ruthless method directly confirmed Ethan's identity as a killer.

Their luck is very good.

There were only four people responsible for guarding the back, which further reduced the number of accidents.

"Feel sorry."

Gizelle also emerged from behind the bush and stuck out her tongue at Ethan.

But there was a hint of cunning in her eyes.

The embarrassed look of the other party made her feel extremely happy. This is all retribution. Who told you to mock me?

"hurry up."

Ethan waved heavily at the side door: "Hurry in, kill the people and leave, don't waste time."

Everyone on the ground had walkie-talkies, so there was no time to waste.

Things went smoothly to their surprise, but it was actually because of Gizelle. Without her help, Ethan and the others could only choose to attack hard, and there would be no such trickery at all.

"Brian."

Toledo nodded, immediately greeted O'Connor, and rushed towards the side door with a shotgun.

The figures of the two people quickly disappeared.

Ethan and Gizelle also raised their guns and quickly became alert. Everyone could not go in. If something unexpected happened, they would be the turtles in the urn, without even a way out.

Gizelle looked slightly smug as she turned around.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This look made Ethan so angry that he quickly wiped it on himself.

In Gizelle's horrified eyes, the big bloody hand came up like lightning, and pressed hard, making sure to leave a bloody handprint on her face, and then released it.

"asshole."

The smell of blood filled his nose and mouth, making Gizelle bite out a crunching sound in anger.

"Shh!"

Ethan signaled the other party to be silent and raised his gun in a serious manner.

Inside the church, there was silence.

The tall dome makes people feel admired.

In front of the altar, a Mexican man knelt on a long wooden bench and muttered to the cross.

On the tall stained glass window next to it, the statue of the Virgin shines charmingly in the sunlight, and the holy light falls on the man.

Campos looked calm and enjoyed the warmth.

Until a cold foreign object poked his temple.

His whole heart suddenly fell into the ice hole, his neck stiffened and he turned his head, his eyes became shocked:

"It's you!"

"surprise."

Toledo raised the shotgun at an angle and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Fuck Fuck!"

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”

"Click."

He pumped the butt of the gun with red eyes, and his voice trembled with excitement: "Campos, today is your judgment day."

"I am impressed."

Campos seemed to feel the heat spitting out from the muzzle at any time, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his voice was hoarse as he said: "I really didn't expect that you could come here to arrest me."

"Who told you that he was arrested?"

O'Connor held the AK and looked nervously at the front door: "Hurry up, time is beating."

"Use a knife, not a gun."

"What?"

Campos looked shocked and said in surprise: "You want to kill me, here?"

"In front of the icon?"

"bring it on."

He smiled and raised his arms high in front of the statue of the Virgin: "This is my glory and there will be no resistance."

"There's just one thing you have to remember."

Campos closed his eyes and said with a smile: "There is no difference between you and me. We are all just criminals."

Heavy breathing sounded quickly.

The muzzle of the gun was trembling slightly.

Toledo clung to the handguard tightly, struggling abnormally.

"You do not deserve."

A few long seconds passed before he suddenly lowered the muzzle of his gun and roared dullly: "You don't deserve to die in this way."

"Prison is where you belong."

"I want you to spend decades in a small room, looking at the four cold walls."

"you alone."

Toledo growled: "Die in despair."

"This is what you deserve."

"oh?"

Campos opened his eyes and glanced at Toledo coldly: "Yes, this sounds more uncomfortable than death, so why should I accept this fate?"

Under O'Connor's panicked gaze, Campos suddenly shouted, and his high voice echoed throughout the church:

"Since you want me to live, then I want you to die!" (End of Chapter)