My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

There were roars and gunshots.

The small hills outside the city have turned into a battlefield.

The sound of collisions also continued to sound, and just from the sound alone, you could feel the violent confrontation taking place inside.

Looking down from the sky, it is another picture.

Dozens of cars are frantically attacking the three cars in front, trying to trap them in the car formation. As long as they slow down or are hit and stopped, they will immediately face endless siege.

The three cars headed by Ethan were moving desperately.

The gunfire that burst out from time to time drove the wolves back for a while, and soon they pounced on them with an even more ferocious attitude.

"touch~"

The Dodge Challenger was the first to break out of the small hill after two impacts.

Ethan turned the steering wheel and rushed out.

At the same time, he swung his arm back, and there was a flash of gunfire. The bullet passed diagonally through O'Connor's windshield and landed accurately on the driver's seat of the car behind him.

A small hole suddenly appeared in the windshield.

A wisp of blood spattered, staining the glass red, and the front of the car suddenly tilted and rolled down the slope, kicking up bursts of smoke and dust.

Although the person behind tried hard to brake, he still crashed into the car.

"Bang."

Countless pieces of plastic and broken glass rose into the sky.

Two people in the car also flew out, rolled and fell to the ground, making a roaring sound, and were directly run over by the pickup truck behind.

O'Connor seemed to see a watermelon being crushed.

Juice splashed everywhere.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them suddenly and roared: "Asshole, I'm going to have nightmares this month!"

This shot helped him get out of trouble.

O'Connor also rushed out of the hills and quickly chased the two cars in front.

In the desert, everything is flat.

Here they were finally able to take advantage of their vehicles. Several people drove together side by side, barely keeping some distance from the pursuers behind them.

Three cars were in front, and more than 20 cars were behind.

The group of cars chased each other on the desert, kicking up dust all over the sky. This posture had the feeling of sweeping everything.

"are you OK?"

Ethan threw the pistol to Gizelle and threw the spare magazine at the same time: "I didn't expect you to be able to persist to this extent. I underestimated you. Your ability is not small."

In the struggle just now, Gizelle knocked down many people.

The marksmanship is extraordinary.

You must know that they are all moving, and their speed and direction are changing at any time.

In terms of this shooting ability, I don't know of other places, but she can be regarded as the best in the entire Chicago police system. In addition to the things that were previously searched on her body, she should also have a skill in assassination.

It's true that one person can occupy a place under Campos.

There must be something extraordinary about her.

"Small?"

Gizelle was about to help him load the magazine when his ears caught the key words and he immediately raised his head.

Eyes, sparkling.

"Snapped."

The magazine slammed in, and the slide was pulled hard.

"ability."

The murderous intent was very obvious, and Ethan quickly explained: "Please, there's nothing wrong with your ears. What I'm talking about is that you're very capable!"

Gizelle muttered something under her breath and threw the gun back angrily.

"Gudu!"

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded quietly.

The road ahead was flat, and Ethan's eyes fell on two places, and his throat couldn't help but roll.

After a fierce exchange of words, Gizelle was already sweating profusely.

This woman doesn't seem to like wearing intimate items.

So, about two important points.

Um!

It is particularly noticeable under sweaty clothes.

The bloody handprints on his face also became blurred. Sweat mixed with blood slowly flowed down from his neck, and then snaked on the collarbone covered with sweat beads into the gray vest. The whole person looked very charming.

"I think you can look ahead."

Gizelle's voice sounded quietly, and her chest rose and fell slowly: "You'll hit a bush in five seconds."

"Yeah?"

Ethan quickly shifted his gaze and stared ahead.

A gust of wind blew up and rolled up the yellow sand.

In this place, except for the mountains in the distance, there is not even a trace of green.

There is a ghost bush.

"Cough~"

He rubbed his nose and said seriously:

"You know, we are all friends now, so I am very friendly and concerned about your injury. I think you won't mind."

"Um."

Gizelle wrapped up her jacket and said expressionlessly: "I don't care about the injury."

"or."

She stretched out her arms and said with a hint of playfulness:

"Take a closer look."

No wonder she was sweating so much, and the place where she had been scratched by the bullet was dripping with blood.

As the arm stretched out, blood dripped onto Ethan.

This looks like good luck.

Just a few more points, and Gizelle could change herself to a hook and run to the Caribbean to become a female pirate.

"You proved yourself."

Ethan held the steering wheel with one hand and held Gizelle's palm: "Don't worry, I promise that all previous threats to you will be ineffective."

Although, I don’t know what the other party is doing.

Maybe it was a genuine desire for revenge, or maybe it was the threat of a phone list.

Maybe she was afraid that something would happen to her and her family and friends would be retaliated against, so she chose to help.

No matter what she is for.

Regardless of his deeds or his heart, Gizelle has proven everything with his actions.

Hearing this, the long-legged girl was stunned.

She nodded silently, looking much more relaxed.

"Look, your old friend!"

Ethan opened the rearview mirror in the car and tapped it with his fingers a few times: "He was also responsible for hitting you that night!"

In the mirror, a golden light flashed.

Phoenix grinned with big gold teeth and chased after him frantically, his face looking extremely ferocious.

In the group of cars behind, there are also some modified cars with better performance.

These vehicles kept accelerating and were slowly catching up.

"That's it."

Gizelle glanced at the rearview mirror, turned sideways and yelled: "I don't know the road ahead, are you sure you can remember it?"

The engine roared and the Dodge Challenger accelerated forward.

Toledo proved his confidence with actions and took the lead and rushed forward.

At the speed they were traveling at, this was no joke.

If you look in the wrong place and hit the mountain wall, you and the car will be shattered to pieces without any second consequences.

Even if something is wrong is discovered in advance, the car can be stopped.

But there were mountain walls everywhere in front of them, and they had no way to escape. Faced with the siege of so many people, the chance of survival was very slim, so it was all left to Toledo.

Ethan also moved his vehicle quickly and followed Toledo's car.

In the back, O'Connor was at the bottom according to his old rules.

Several cars connected in a row, slowed down slightly, and continued to rush forward.

"damn it."

Looking at the familiar route, Phoenix cursed secretly and continued to chase.

Behind him, except for a few people who all followed Phoenix, the other drivers swallowed their saliva in unison and slowed down their cars one after another.

Everyone knows that there are smuggling channels.

But where it is, I don't know.

If they rush over at this speed, they will die. Besides, even if they follow, they will be caught by the border patrol on the opposite side, which will be a big trouble.

So many cars, so much movement.

As long as those border patrols are not blind, they will definitely notice it and maybe have already been dispatched.

Therefore, many people have the idea of ​​​​fishing in troubled waters.

Looking at the mountain wall getting closer and closer, Toledo gritted his teeth. He firmly believed that he was right. This was the road recognition experience accumulated over ten or twenty years, and it was the driver's instinct.

Vehicles rush forward impartially.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

Twenty meters.

Toledo's eyes suddenly opened and he stepped on the accelerator.

"Dong~"

As everyone watched, the Dodge Challenger crashed hard into the mountain wall. (End of chapter)