My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Boss."

The Asian man with a short crew cut got into the car and looked at the sullen Jesse Kong excitedly: "I've hit the street. Mile Tiao Fenchang belongs to the Royal Hotel, and some of my classmates are buried with him." .”

"Um."

Hearing this, Jesse Kong immediately took out his mobile phone and said murderously: "Call people immediately, Gan Wan, I want to help him collect his skin!!!"

The call will be dialed soon.

In front of the computer screen, a group of people looked at Ethan.

The phone in his hand did not ring.

In the picture, Jesse Kong kept yelling something to others. Looking at the background picture, the vehicle was moving quickly.

"He's found Dennis Lee."

Ethan's words made everyone look happy, especially Olinsky, who clapped his hands excitedly.

"but."

The next sentence made everyone look nervous:

"They're going to take matters into their own hands."

Jesse's choice was expected, but it is always a good thing to catch fish when casting the net.

Ethan put the holster on his belt and said quickly:

“Chinatown, Royal Hotel.”

"Jesse Kong is telling his 14K men to come over."

"GO!"

With those hurried words, he took the lead and rushed downstairs.

There are still more than 3,000 guns that have not been found. No matter who gets them, it will be a disaster.

We must control Jesse Kong before he kills Dennis Lee, who has been absconding for six years and is now planning to return to Chicago to cause trouble.

All operational personnel of the intelligence team set off.

Cars roared towards Chinatown. Ethan held the steering wheel with one hand and pressed the intercom at the same time.

All patrol officers in the surrounding area must be notified.

Needless to say, Dennis Lee, as an arms dealer, Ethan did not believe that he did not have heavy firepower, so Jesse Kong, who wanted to deal with him, would naturally not carry a small pistol to take revenge.

The patrol police had no way to deal with this kind of firepower configuration.

After asking the liaison station to notify the tactical team to set off, he threw the walkie-talkie aside.

Cadillac took the lead, leading several cars behind it to rush left and right.

Exploding blue lights and buzzing sirens roared past the streets of Chicago at night, and all the vehicles on the road were so frightened that they ducked to both sides, daring not to make any move to stop them.

The other party has already set off one step ahead of them.

A gunfight will break out at any time, and now you have to race against time.

"Raise your hands."

When Ethan notified the liaison desk, Irene pulled the back of the chair and crawled to the back. She quickly found the equipment placed behind and signaled the other party to cooperate with her actions.

The car slowed down slightly and the bulletproof vest was quickly put on.

The Velcro was pulled to tightly protect the torso, and the bulletproof insert was put in quickly.

There is no time to slowly sort through the equipment room.

Although the movements are awkward, the pre-war preparations still have to be completed in the car.

The same goes for the guy following behind.

"Which one do you want?"

After some tossing, Erin's face was covered with sweat, and she struggled to get back into the passenger seat with two long guns.

"careful."

There was a desperate man crossing the road.

"Uh-huh."

The steering wheel swung, and the bulky full-size SUV moved flexibly in a snake-like manner, avoiding the guy who was stunned in the middle of the road. A burst of curses from Rusek could be heard from behind.

"Shet."

As the vehicle shook, Ethan's head was pushed to the side. He tilted his mouth and said, "You are a sexy female detective. Although I enjoy this elastic touch, it affects driving."

"asshole."

Irene cursed, turned around and sat down: "Gun, which one do you want?"

She was holding an AR15 and a Remington M870 shotgun in her arms, and she was moving left and right with the car.

"Remington."

Ethan glanced at it and stepped on the accelerator.

Leave the rifle to Irene for self-defense, and it's enough to get a spray gun and a revolver.

The vehicle quickly arrived near the target location.

"Bang bang bang~"

"Puff~"

Violent gunfire rang out in the distance, and passers-by fled desperately.

"Uh-huh."

With a brake, the Cadillac stopped diagonally on the road, narrowly avoiding two guys who suddenly rushed off the road in panic.

Ahead, the sound of gunshots came like fried beans.

In the hotel lobby, the frightened crowd fled frantically outside.

Someone was knocked down and tumbled down the stairs.

There are also women who take off their high heels directly and burst into unprecedented speed.

Outside the door, there was a patrol car parked.

"careful."

"Get down quickly."

The rapid gunshots inside made the patrol officers afraid to go in at all. They could only hide behind the vehicles and wave their arms constantly at the fleeing crowd.

Rapid footsteps sounded.

Ethan picked up his shotgun and led six heavily armed guys upstream.

Like a black arrow piercing the chaotic water.

"Twenty-one Branch, Intelligence Team."

Arriving next to the patrol car, he quickly knelt down and said, "I'm Sheriff Morgan. What's going on at the scene?"

"Shet."

The patrolman was startled by several people who rushed towards him quickly.

Fortunately, they had shouted in advance, otherwise their guns would have to be turned around. Most patrol officers rarely experienced firefights, especially such chaotic battles, which made their scalps numb.

The nervousness is evident.

"We just arrived."

One of the patrol officers was sweating profusely and stammered: "We were notified by the liaison station to come over and take a look, but we heard gunshots just ten seconds ago when we got closer."

"Tell the people in the back that there are plainclothes officers inside."

Ethan squeezed his shoulder hard and quickly stuck his head out to look at the hotel next to him.

A row of glass doors, some broken.

Inside, gunfire flickered.

Urgent shouts came out from time to time.

At a glance, there were seven or eight gunmen attacking each other against the wall pillars of the hotel lobby, but their target figures, including Jesse Kong, were nowhere to be seen.

"Bang bang bang."

At this time, another burst of gunfire came from upstairs.

"Wow."

The glass shattered, and a figure fell from the third floor, falling to the cement floor with a squeak. The red liquid spread quickly. The Asian man's body twitched a few times, and he stopped moving.

Good guy, I beat him from downstairs to upstairs.

Jesse Kong is really revengeful. Even if he makes such a big fuss, he still wants to avenge being framed.

Looking at the body, the patrolman asked nervously:

"Undercover detective?"

"Undercover? How many people are inside?"

"Seven."

Ethan said a brief sentence and looked back at the group of people squatting behind.

The people in the intelligence team also seemed a little nervous. Some were constantly adjusting their breathing, while others were tapping the handles of their guns intensively with their fingers. Some even had their bodies trembling slightly, but their eyes were very firm.

This kind of scene cannot make everyone flinch.

The few people here have all experienced bullets and bullets, and there are some things they are not afraid of.

When I came to this department, I was already prepared.

"Everyone, please be safe and don't take risks." Ethan nodded with satisfaction, waved his arms, and continued to shout loudly: "Eileen, Rusek, you two follow me."

"The others followed Antonio."

"I'll take the left."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down and ran out with a shotgun in hand.

There are some things that don’t need to be said. The tacit understanding has already been cultivated during the day and night.

The few people behind immediately dispersed, turning into two arrows and moving quickly towards the porch of the Royal Hotel.

"Shet."

Seeing the seven people rushing in under gunfire, the patrol officer and his partner looked at each other and wiped the sweat off their faces.