My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"I surrender."

There was another scream of terror, and the gunfire finally stopped in the hotel lobby.

A large group of gunmen were wiped out with overwhelming force.

The remaining person was also completely terrified.

These gangsters were too ruthless. Except for one who was seriously injured, the rest were all shot, as if they came here just to kill people.

In fact, this is also one of the guidelines for law enforcement officers here.

Either don't shoot. As long as you shoot, you need to remove all the opponent's ability to resist. This release usually refers to emptying the magazine. Human vitality is sometimes extremely tenacious.

Everyone is afraid of being killed by the Jedi.

Even if it's just a bullet scratch, it's not worth it.

So there are scenes that often appear in the news, where patrol policemen will fire wildly on criminals who resist, and will not stop until they can't fight anymore.

Just beating hands and feet does not exist here.

"Dawson."

Ethan lowered his gun and shouted to Antonio: "Control the scene, block the elevator, and screen for possible gunmen."

"receive."

The latter had just killed a gunman and made an OK gesture excitedly.

There are at least a dozen people in the hall.

Basically, they are guests and hotel staff, but it cannot be ruled out that there will be gunmen hiding among them. You must be careful. If you let down your guard too early, you will only get shot.

"Erwin, Atwater."

Ethan waved his head to Olinsky again: "Follow me, two people here are enough."

Now in this situation, the patrol police from outside can come in to help.

No need to leave too many people behind.

Above them, gunshots fired fiercely.

Now is not the time to stop. Although they also want to kill Dennis Lee to vent their anger, it is also very important to find the firearms.

The gunfire from above gave them no time to breathe.

Including Olinsky, Atwater, Erin and Rusek all quickly gathered towards Ethan.

As he walked, the muzzle of the gun swayed.

They all pointed at the people hiding in the corners, which made them careless.

"Click."

The only buckshot left was loaded by Ethan.

The seven shotshells gathered on the handle of the gun were quickly removed and loaded into the Remington one by one. When they arrived in front of the fire stairway, the equalizer of all living beings returned to its fully loaded state.

Although, he smelled of blood.

But the few people following behind only felt full of security.

"OK."

Ethan held the gun with both hands, leaned on the fire door with his shoulders, and panted slightly: "We don't know what's going on up there. We must be careful. Dennis Lee can be killed if necessary."

"Forget it if we can't find those guns."

"In this country, the most indispensable thing is all kinds of illegal firearms."

"Put your safety first."

The tactical team is just a backup option. If possible, they have to go first. Otherwise, when those people come over, the day lily will become cold.

Hearing this, everyone nodded quickly.

"clear."

"Got it, Boss."

"Bang."

Ethan stopped talking nonsense, pushed his shoulder, and knocked open the fire door.

As he turned his body, the muzzle of the gun rose upwards.

"Dong dong dong."

The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and the five people rushed up the stairs quickly. The second floor of the hotel was together with the first floor. They turned two corners and went straight to the third floor.

"Chicago P.D."

Noticing a light spot at the fire door on the third floor, Ethan yelled.

"Don't shoot."

There was a trembling sound, and the people above shouted in horror: "I am a staff member here."

"Don't move."

Erin's voice also sounded urgently: "Put your hands where we can see them."

Ethan ducked and pointed his gun upward.

At the fire door on the third floor, an Asian man wearing hotel work clothes was slumped on the ground, his head covered in sweat, his hands tightly pressing his thighs, and the ground was dyed red with blood.

"Safety."

He shouted and rushed forward quickly: "Where are those people?"

"what happen?"

Even though he was still up there when he heard gunshots, he still had to ask what he needed to ask.

"A bunch of people."

The waiter's lips turned white and his body trembled as he said, "I was smoking here when a group of men with submachine guns rushed up to me. They injured my feet and continued running upstairs."

"I don't know the rest."

"Please, call an ambulance for me, I feel like I'm going to faint from the pain."

Fishing at work will not end well.

Ethan glanced at him contemptuously, shrugged and said, "I think you are quite energetic. Just wait, the ambulance will be here soon."

Stop talking nonsense with this guy and run up.

"Snapped."

As soon as his boots hit the step, his figure stopped suddenly.

Several people behind almost bumped into him.

"Hahaha."

Ethan chuckled, poked back, and put the hot muzzle of the gun on this guy's forehead: "I almost let you fool me. If you don't tell the truth, I'll shoot you to death."

"hey-hey."

The waiter sneered twice and said unclearly: "I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Bang."

The muzzle of the gun rubbed the side of the opponent's ear and spurted out a ball of flame, and several small craters instantly appeared on the wall next to it.

The sudden firing startled the others.

"ah!!!"

The waiter let out a scream, as if his head had been hit hard with a hammer, and his ears became bloody.

Half of his head was buzzing.

"Think I'm kidding you?"

Ethan kicked the wound on the opponent's thigh and crushed it hard: "How can a waiter wear jeans and hard-soled boots, and the uniform still looks so ill-fitting?"

Accompanied by each sentence, the feet rotate left and right:

"The person who fell down the stairs, did he jump out of his own mind?"

Hearing this, Olinsky quickly called Rusek, and the two of them carefully pushed open the fire door and walked into the corridor on the third floor. The wind roared here and the windows next to them were smashed to pieces.

"Shet!"

The wound was crushed, and the waiter struggled desperately: "Let go, our target is on the fifth floor, but there is a fire escape over there to the underground parking lot."

"A few of us were assigned to guard the staircase."

He sucked in the air-conditioning and kept patting Ethan's feet: "As soon as I pushed the door open, I was shot. The guy who lived on the third floor was thrown downstairs by our people. That's what happened."

After asking several people, Ethan let go of his feet.

Atwater stepped forward, took out the handcuffs and restrained the guy with runny nose and tears, and also found a pistol from his back.

Seeing this thing, he wiped his hands in cold sweat.

Next, we have to divide our troops.

Jesse Kong really risked his life this time and actually brought a dozen people over.

After they met several of Dennis Lee's men in the lobby, they left a few people to exchange fire below and control the elevator, while the rest followed Jesse upstairs.

"I'm here by myself."

After thinking about it, Ethan waved his hand and said, "You four go and control the other passage."