My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Counterfeit factory.

There are rows of long tables inside, and clothes are hung everywhere on the hangers next to them.

Above the table, half-finished leather bags can be seen everywhere.

Gucci, Hermès, LV.

The logos of various luxury brands can be seen everywhere here, and handbags costing tens of thousands of dollars are piled up like garbage. Of course, these are all fakes.

But those who didn’t know it thought they were in the luxury jewelry market.

Unlike the darkness outside, the inside was brightly illuminated.

Dozens of female workers were sweating profusely in front of sewing machines. Most of them were Asians, but there were also some women of other ethnic groups. They were earning a meager income in this sweltering environment.

About a dozen men were patrolling back and forth between these long tables.

It is common for these guys to make fun of the pretty female workers from time to time, and even touch them.

There is some order in the chaos.

All this disappeared with the sound of a gunshot.

Seeing blood splattering on the light tubes, these female workers were so frightened that they trembled and subconsciously wanted to scream.

"Bang~"

A few more short spurts silenced their screams.

Seeing the people being killed one after another, these female workers all covered their mouths in horror, watching several heavily armed policemen rushing in like tigers descending from the mountain.

"Put your head in your hands."

"Don't move, stay where you are."

The others roared one after another, but Ethan didn't say a word nonsense, just pulled the trigger one after another.

Those who want guns.

Those who fled back as hard as they could.

The big brothers who painted dragons and paintings all exploded into clouds of blood mist with the gunfire. Shelves, chairs, and all kinds of sundries were knocked over and scattered all over the floor.

This posture is completely designed to kill people.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with the procedure. Even if those people took out a mobile phone, as long as Ethan felt that he was threatened, he could shoot.

"Shet."

When the mouse saw this posture, the hand holding the baton suddenly started to sweat.

He swallowed subconsciously.

My new boss is too cruel.

In just a few seconds after he rushed in, six people were shot dead by him. When did the Chicago Police Department's behavior become so ruthless?

It has to be said that bullets are the best drink stopper.

Following Ethan's thrust, everyone here froze in place.

It was like playing with one, two, three wooden figures. Under his cold gaze, no one dared to move at all. Thick cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of those people. They could only squat for several years before being shot.

There were rapid footsteps, and the intelligence team members who rushed in quickly dispersed.

Use the fastest speed to control this place.

Looking at the bald man in front of him, Ethan walked over quickly.

The AK15 dropped, pointing the gun at the opponent's crotch: "Before I fire, would you like to tell me where Eddie Cao is?"

There was a pitter-pattering sound, and the bald man's pants quickly became wet.

"in."

This guy's fingers were trembling crazily and he pointed back in horror:

"He's resting in his office."

Looking along the direction of his arms, a small door sandwiched between clothes hangers appeared in front of Ethan.

"Thanks."

Ethan nodded in thanks and strode forward.

The people behind quickly followed up and controlled the bald man. As for the others, they also rushed towards the remaining spectators and searched for firearms one by one.

Pistols, submachine guns.

These guys didn't even have time to fire a bullet before they were thrown aside one by one.

With thunderous tactics, the scene was quickly brought under control.

Extremely smooth.

"Bang."

With a loud noise, the small door was blasted open by Ethan's kick.

Inside, there is a small room.

The decoration was extremely luxurious, with an assault rifle, syringes, flour, cash and other miscellaneous items piled on the middle table. Three meat worms were lying on the large sofa, looking over in a daze.

"Eddie Cho."

Ethan grinned and pointed his gun steadily at the guy in the middle.

Pointed mouth, monkey cheeks, black partial hair.

It was obvious that the other party was still in high spirits and his movements were a little slow.

"Get out."

Glancing at the two women next to him, Ethan said: "I'll give you five seconds."

With the blessing of the muzzle, no matter what words are spoken, they are full of persuasion.

The two women didn't even bother to put on their clothes.

They shook their buttocks and ran outside. When they passed by Ethan, they didn't dare to breathe. When they came outside and saw several people beaten to death on the ground, they were even more frightened and squatted down.

Erin stepped forward, took two pieces of clothing from the hangers nearby and draped them over them.

Seeing Eddie Cao inside, Hank and Olinsky walked in with cold faces. Seeing this, the mouse quickly followed.

"What?"

Ethan moved his steps to block him: "You don't need to go in, just control the scene with them."

Without waiting for his reply, Ethan slammed the door open.

Looking at the closed door, the mouse touched his nose.

Turning around, he looked at Horsted.

The latter shook his head and pushed the man in front of him to the ground. There were some things that he couldn't participate in, and to be honest, he didn't want to participate. No need to guess, he knew that the three people inside would definitely resort to tricks.

The mouse breathed out and quickly stepped forward to help.

In the room, Eddie Cao looked at the people who broke in. Instead of feeling scared, Eddie Cao looked silly and happy.

"I'm so dizzy."

Olinsky picked up the syringe on the table and looked at Ethan with a headache.

"fine."

Ethan carried the AR15 behind his back and picked up the thick ashtray as he passed by the table: "Let me help him wake up."

Pull the other person's hand over, put it on the table and hold it firmly.

"boom."

The ashtray fell down like lightning.

"ah!"

A roar sounded.

"How about this surprise?" Ethan hit the bloody back of his hand hard again: "Fuck Fake."

"You are?"

After receiving two heavy blows, Eddie Cao came to his senses completely. He looked at the three people in front of him in horror and tried to get out of the predicament with a bounce of his body.

"Don't even think about it."

Hank flew up with a kick and pressed this guy firmly on the sofa.

"Boom."

Ethan didn't even look at Eddie Cao and continued to swing the ashtray.

His movements were precise and serious.

It seems that there is only one thing left in the world to do, so stay highly focused.

The screams kept ringing out.

Olinsky picked up a piece of clothing, stuffed it into the guy's mouth, and blocked it hard: "Enjoy it, bastard, this is what you will get if you dare to shoot at the police."

Boom, boom, boom.

Ethan continued to wave expressionlessly, not missing every finger.

The bones above were broken one after another.

The fingers were connected to the heart, and the severe pain made Eddie Cao twist wildly, but he could not break free from the control of the two people, and his face was already covered with sweat.

"bump."

The ashtray shattered. (End of chapter)