My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan followed him out of the restaurant door and saw the cigar man standing behind a black Cadillac SUV, putting the takeaway in his hand into the car.

Ethan slowed down, waited for the cigar man to close the tailgate, and then followed his pace and walked forward simultaneously.

Walking to the driver's seat, Cigar Man opened the door and just sat down when the passenger door next to him was suddenly opened.

In panic, he was about to put his hand under his ribs when a cold gun pressed against his waist.

The cigar man stiffened and stopped what he was doing.

He didn't look to the side, closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice:

"Look, I don't know what you do, I have a few hundred dollars in my wallet, you can take it if you need it."

Ethan didn't speak at first, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against him steadily, then he reached under his ribs with his other hand and pulled out a USP pistol.

After touching around his waist and finding another dagger, Ethan stopped.

"Next, keep your hands on the steering wheel and don't move them."

"I ask, you answer, and nod if you understand."

The cigar man nodded quickly and placed his hands firmly on the steering wheel.

"What's the name of your manager? What are his physical characteristics? How many people are there there?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about. I am just a security guard for a company. This is lunch for my colleagues in the company."

"wrong answer."

Ethan clamped the leather sheath with his knees, pulled out the dagger, and stabbed him in the thigh.

"Farke."

The cigar man screamed in pain and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

Ethan pulled out the dagger, "Open your eyes now and look down."

The cigar man opened his eyes in a cold sweat and lowered his head. The gleaming dagger was pressed against his little brother.

Old God Ethan said on the ground: "Do you need me to repeat the question just now?"

"Channing, the person in charge is called Channing."

The cigar man said quickly in horror: "African, wearing glasses, with only a few centimeters of hair in the middle on his head."

"There are more than twenty people on our side. You have no chance, just give up."

"This has nothing to do with you. Please tell me all the security facilities and think carefully about every word you say." Ethan pressed the dagger lightly

"If you cooperate, I promise I won't kill you, do you understand?"

The cigar man felt the stinging pain in his crotch, completely gave up the idea of ​​resisting, and explained the situation in detail.

Satisfied, Ethan put the dagger back into its leather sheath, took out the phone and made a call.

"Come out and follow this black Cadillac SUV outside."

"drive."

After Joe and Mary hurried out and got into the car, Ethan cocked his pistol.

Under Ethan's hostage, Cigar Man drove an SUV through New York City, and soon came to an industrial area surrounded by tall factories.

Ethan thought for a moment, then called out again and asked Mary to stay outside to take care of her while he and Joe just went in.

Although Mary protested, she had to give up due to Ethan's strong insistence.

After arriving at the place, the cigar man pressed the remote control key and the rolling shutter door slowly opened.

Ethan lowered the window, leaned down, and pointed the M1911 and USP guns at the cigar man. He had no choice but to drive in.

After the SUV drove in, the rolling shutter door slowly closed.

After the car came to a stop, a dissatisfied voice sounded, "Are you lazy, you bastard? Why are you so slow today?"

Ethan quickly stood up and leaned out of the car window, pointing the M1911 forward in his hand.

In the passage, a man in a suit sat behind a desk next to the freight elevator.

When he saw something was wrong, he quickly reached out to slap the red button on the back.

"boom"

Ethan pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet quickly penetrated his head, lifting a piece of his skull, and a ball of plasma splashed onto the wall.

The cigar man hurriedly opened the car door and tried to escape, but the USP in Ethan's other hand also spit out tongues of fire unceremoniously.

Several bullets flew out, knocking him to the ground.

Ethan didn't get out of the car in a hurry. He first put on the translucent soft mask and the gloves he bought in Chinatown, and then opened the door.

After confirming that there were no cameras in the passage, Ethan walked over to the cigar man who was still slowly struggling on the ground. He sighed and said:

"I said, if you cooperate, I won't kill you myself. Why don't you listen?"

Unexpectedly, this guy didn't believe in his own character so much. Ethan shook his head, raised his pistol, pointed it at the cigar man's head and pulled the trigger.

"boom."

The cigar man was shocked and stopped.

Ethan put the pistol back into his waist, then bent down to pick up the remote key in his hand and pressed the switch.

The rolling shutter door slowly rose, a figure flashed, Joe got in from underneath, and Ethan closed the door immediately.

Seeing the two corpses in front of him, Qiao was excited and sick at the same time.

Ethan put the keys in his pocket, opened the trunk of the SUV, took out the takeout and handed it to Joe, saying to him:

"There is surveillance in the elevator. You wear the same clothes as them. You first get in with the takeaway. There is only one person watching above."

Joe held the full takeaway in his arms until his face was covered.

He turned to Ethan and said, "Don't worry, I know what to do."

Ethan nodded, pressed the switch of the freight elevator, and then stepped aside to hide. Joe held the takeout and walked steadily into the elevator.

With a low rumble, the elevator slowly rose upwards and soon stopped again.

Ethan leaned quietly against the wall in the corner, holding a dagger in one hand and a pistol in the other.

My fingertips tapped lightly on the metal sleeve of M1911, making a rhythmic crisp sound.

Not long after, the elevator made noise again.

Ethan didn't move and pointed the gun in his hand at the elevator entrance.

"it's me."

Joe's deep voice sounded in the elevator.

Ethan then lowered his gun, walked out of the corner, and stepped into the elevator. After he came in, Qiao immediately pressed the button and the elevator slowly rose.

Ethan pulled out the magazine and checked, "Has the man above been solved?"

Joe nodded, a few drops of blood on his suit.

The elevator stopped quickly. After the door opened, Ethan followed Qiao out. In the table next to the elevator door, a man in a suit was putting his feet on the table.

Next to him is a monitor, and in his hand is a copy of Playboy.

It's a pity that this poor guy didn't have the chance to read further, and a hammer dug deeply into his Tianling Gai.

"Where are we going next?"

Joe looked at his masterpiece, sneered, and then asked Ethan.

Ethan followed the direction given by the cigar man and walked quickly along the corridor.

"The central control room, the person in charge here is called Channing. He usually monitors the imprisoned people in the central control room."

As he passed each door, he could occasionally hear desperate roars coming from inside, and Ethan heard the chaotic footsteps of Joe behind him.

Turning a corner, he ran into a man in a black suit.

At a very close distance, the dagger in Ethan's hand was thrust out like lightning, inserted directly into the man's mouth, and came out from the back of his head.