My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"no."

Erin shook her head quickly and flatly refused: "You are not Superman, you need support, everyone needs support."

"That's right."

Atwater thought for a moment and punched hard.

"Bang."

The waiter looked at him confused, and his vision suddenly went dark.

Seeing that this guy had fainted, Atwater shook his hand and said hurriedly: "The three of us are enough, don't worry."

"Come on, there's no time to waste."

The gunshots upstairs became more and more rapid, and there was really no time to stay and delay.

The five people separated, and Ethan continued to run upstairs with Erin, but his pace slowed down a lot.

Radar only displays light spots up and down.

But he didn't know whether he was on the fourth or fifth floor, so Ethan had to slow down and be careful of enemies that might appear at any time.

"Uh-huh."

In the cracks of the stairs, figures flickered.

"Throw it away, bad guy!"

"Bang."

"ah!!!"

Following the screams, there was also the sound of a submachine gun.

"Sudden~~"

After being hit in the arm by a troll, the gunman fell to the ground and pulled the trigger desperately toward the bottom of the stairs. His body kept moving back, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

Smoke and dust flew, the wall exploded, and the warheads left dozens of small holes in it.

In just two seconds, the bullets were gone.

"clatter."

The sound of air fire sounded, and the gunman realized that he had forgotten to control the gun speed in his excitement.

"Pounce on the street."

He cursed in horror and quickly touched his body.

"Bang."

A figure rushed up the stairs at high speed, followed by a ball of fire.

The gunman fell back heavily, splashing red and white stuff all over the floor, and the hand that had just touched the spare magazine dropped weakly.

The gunfire didn't stop and the deer bullets continued to be fired.

Several small holes instantly exploded in the fire door in front, and the person hiding behind let out a scream, moved desperately to the side, and continued to curse.

"alert."

With a quick shout, Ethan picked up the gunman's MP5.

He slapped away the empty magazine, picked up the spare magazine from the opponent's waist and put it in. The movements were done in one go, as smooth as flowing clouds.

Erin set up her AR15 and stared at the fire door.

In addition to the gunshots ringing from time to time, there were also the intensifying sirens downstairs. After such a period of time, follow-up support was arriving one after another. If nothing else, there were definitely patrol cars downstairs.

"Today happens to be the weekend."

Watching Ethan reload, Irene wiped some sweat and said something out of nowhere.

"ah?"

After clapping the magazine tightly, Ethan raised his head in confusion.

"Bloody Weekend."

Erin shrugged and forced a smile: "If you're not from Chicago, you won't understand. This time the media will publicize Chicago's bloody weekend again. This is a fate that Chicago cannot escape."

She raised her eyebrows: "The above are the news headlines I came up with for them."

Every weekend, the probability of shootings in Chicago increases significantly, so there is what Erin calls this bloody weekend.

It's just that things like this one are rare.

The dozens of corpses underneath would probably send the media into a frenzy.

"Snapped."

Ethan doesn't know and doesn't care.

He patted Irene's head and rubbed her face: "Concentrate and hide behind me."

He moved and came to the fire door.

Clearing his throat, he yelled inside: "Jesse Kong, tell all your men to throw away their guns and get out of here. You know, the whole hotel is now surrounded by the police."

"If you don't want to die in jail, you should know what to do."

"Also, you are not trustworthy!"

If possible, he wouldn't want to cause so much killing.

In essence, Ethan felt that he was quite kind, saving one life was better than building a seven-level pagoda.

As the voice sounded, the gunfire inside stopped.

In order for everyone inside to hear clearly, English was used this time. The young people I met just now were all in their twenties. Jesse Kong is not that old either, so normal communication will definitely be no problem.

"Yo."

Jesse Kong's voice sounded, and the other party laughed in the distance: "It turns out to be Sheriff Morgan. Please believe that I'm just trying to save you some trouble."

"Wouldn't it be better if I just hand over Dennis' head to you?"

The blips on the radar were scattered in all directions.

It is not known who is the shooter and who is the hotel guest. The unclear layout of the upper floors is also a big problem.

"You know."

Ethan dragged the gunman's body over and continued to shout: "There is no chance anymore. I think you are a smart person and you are not so stupid that you can't see this."

"The members of the SWAT team are coming right away. They are all murderous hammers."

"When the time comes, you won't be as reasonable as I am."

As he spoke, he motioned for Eileen to lend a hand.

The two of them lifted the body together. Irene suppressed her nausea and at the same time glanced at Ethan with disgust. It was so shameless.

"Hahaha."

Jesse Kong’s laughter sounded, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Mr. Morgan, I would rather fight with those hammers than cooperate with a lunatic like you."

"Don't stop, keep doing it!"

There was a loud shout in Cantonese: "You guys, stop the policemen, jump into the street like melons, and then surrender."

These words are strong and cowardly.

I don’t know how he could say it.

But this choice is very smart. The death penalty is difficult to achieve. As long as you surrender, you will be sentenced to ten or twenty years at worst. People like them can be comfortable even in prison.

Prison guards would not dare to provoke gang leaders at will, and some Chinese gangs are quite ruthless.

Killing whole families at every turn.

They were in prison and no one dared to provoke them.

"Children of the Beach."

Being called crazy by Jesse Kong seemed to make the police chief outside furious. After a roar, the fire door was blasted open and a figure rushed in.

Those who were able to come here received resettlement allowance.

Naturally, he would not be lenient when doing things, and several submachine guns fired suddenly at the figure.

The bullets splashed like water, beating the man into a hornet's nest.

"stop."

Someone noticed something was wrong and quickly shouted.

At this moment, Ethan stepped out sideways.

In the corridor of the hotel, two people were standing in a cross shape, and another person was slumped on the ground. When they noticed the person coming out from behind, they were all excited and wanted to turn their guns.

"Pfft~~~"

The MP5 sprayed out gunfire, and the warhead was drawn forward like a chain of fire.

"Snapped."

A person's head was whipped to pieces in an instant.

Irene also squatted and reached out for the muzzle of the gun, gritted her teeth and pulled the trigger. After a burst of explosive gunfire, all three people guarding here fell down.

"Aqiang?"

Someone noticed something was wrong and ran over quickly.

The fire chain in Ethan's hand continued to sweep away, and the opponent had no room to react before being knocked over by several rounds of bullets.

"clatter."

The empty magazine of the MP5 fell to the ground with a crisp sound.