My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

It was still early and the streets were busy with traffic.

The nights in the Southern District are a bit more lively than during the day. The female Bodhisattva on the roadside is coquettishly stretching out her thick thighs.

The tight hip-hugging skirt hugs the fat circles.

Small groups of little black men were dancing in fixed positions, their light golden chains swaying from side to side, skillfully making gestures that others could not recognize.

It felt to Jiabo that every street was alive.

"What to do later?"

The soft rubber mask was muffled on his face, and his speaking voice was a little dull. He glanced at the red dot that was getting closer and continued to ask: "Do you need an escort?"

"Just keep it under control."

Ethan pulled the bolt of the gun and said in a deep voice: "Those people are just doing their jobs and following our original plan."

"Take the person away and change the car."

"Send me back and wait for news."

Doing this kind of thing in Chicago was like a duck to water, and it gave him an inexplicable sense of excitement, making his palms sweat slightly.

Jiabo stopped talking and pressed the accelerator hard.

This kind of thing must be done against time.

Soon they caught up with the escort vehicle, which was driving unsteadily toward a bridge and tunnel not far away.

The two looked at each other, and Jia Bo roared past the escort vehicle.

"Thirty seconds."

Ethan shouted hurriedly: "As long as you leave within thirty seconds, the patrol police will not be able to follow you. You control the prison guards, and I will lead the people behind."

"clear."

The car slowed down and Jabber quickly pulled over.

"Uh-huh."

The sound of rapid braking sounded in the tunnel.

Any abnormal situation can cause the escort personnel to be highly alert. If the escort vehicle behind realizes that something is wrong, it will speed up and rush forward.

Ethan quickly opened the door and raised the TEC-9 submachine gun.

"Pfft~~~"

The flames formed at the muzzle of the gun, and his arms trembled slightly. The small and mini submachine gun burst out with astonishing firepower, violently tearing the tires of the escort vehicle apart.

The tunnel is like a loudspeaker, amplifying the sound of gunfire several times.

The vehicle in front was so frightened that it accelerated as fast as it could and fled, while the vehicle behind quickly put on reverse gear and backed up desperately.

"Pfft~"

Jabo also followed Ethan, shooting wildly at the vehicle tires.

The corners of his mouth under the soft plastic mask were raised high.

When he came to Chicago with his mother, Farke, he always felt like something was missing if he didn't make any noise. Now he was finally complete, and he became more comfortable.

The tire blew out and the vehicle lost balance.

Two flame-breathing submachine guns brought tremendous mental pressure to people, especially these prison guards who had not experienced fighting fires. The driver was so frightened that he subconsciously stepped on the brakes and quickly pulled back the steering wheel.

"Bang~"

After a loud noise, the vehicle hit the tunnel wall hard.

Shards of glass flew everywhere and scattered all over the floor.

The two people inside were also hit by the airbag, with stars in their eyes, and a buzzing sound in their heads.

This series of movements also frightened the little black man who was bulking up nearby and ran away. The more people were on the road, the more they knew not to be too curious. The firepower they heard now completely destroyed their bodies. Small pistol.

What's more, it would be even worse if you see something you shouldn't see.

Needless to say, silence or something.

Being asked various questions by the police can bore people to death, so Ethan only heard the chaotic footsteps quickly moving away.

"Click."

Boots made a screeching sound on broken glass.

The two quickly moved forward and threw themselves next to the escort vehicle.

"Bang~"

The passenger window was shattered by Ethan's punch. Next to him, Jabber raised the gun in his hand and shouted:

"Mobile phone, keys, now!!!"

The extra-long magazines made the two prison guards dare not make mistakes. Although they were dizzy, they were not so dizzy that they faced the gun and resisted. Most ordinary people would choose to cooperate obediently when faced with this kind of threat.

The two prison guards took out their keys and cell phones, not daring to look at them at all.

I have never experienced it, and I have seen movies.

What if, like in the movie, they are killed and silenced after seeing the other person's appearance.

He dared to rob the escort truck, but the prison guard didn't believe that he didn't have the guts.

"Don't move too much."

Jabo grabbed the key and threw it to Ethan, then smashed the phone to pieces: "Remember what I said, you have families, this is just a salary, there is no need to risk your life with us."

"boom."

Warning gunfire punched a hole in the car radio.

The two people inside were trembling all over, except for the crazy movements of their heads, they dared not make any other movements.

All communication matters are handled by Jia Bo.

Ethan didn't dare to speak. Even if there was only a one percent chance of being heard by these two people, he didn't want to bet on that chance.

Leaving Jia Bo behind, he ran back alone.

The locator bent down and took it away.

"Squeak."

In two or three strokes, he was able to open the back door of the escort vehicle.

A cry of pain sounded from inside.

The violent impact just now caused the three guys inside to suffer a lot. They all hung awkwardly on the car. They noticed that the car door was opened and the eyes of the three people were shining at the same time.

"Did the Cripple send you here?"

This is Reggie.

"Are you Jimmy's man?"

This is Eddie Cho.

"Where is Ajun?"

Dennis Lee’s words also rang out at the same time.

No wonder they misunderstood. What else could they do to rob the escort vehicle at this time besides saving people? Even though they were confused, they subconsciously thought in a good direction.

The space between the carriage and the cab is blocked with iron plates.

When you speak, you don’t have to worry about being heard by the person in front of you.

Besides, Ethan was wearing a loose coat with the collar sticking up.

Only the few strands of black hair exposed under the peaked cap could distinguish the physical features. It was reasonable for them to think that he was one of them.

"boom."

Ethan jumped into the car and shot Reggie.

Blood splashed suddenly and fell on Eddie Cao's face. He was shocked all over, but he only saw a fist whizzing towards him, and his head suddenly dropped with a bang.

Ethan waved his hand and stared at Dennis Lee.

The two people's eyes collided, and the latter's pupils shrank violently. He definitely did not come to save people.

The other party's eyes were indifferent, filled with murderous intent.

"Mr. Li."

Ethan tilted his head, looked at this guy and smiled lightly: "Long time no see, we really meet each other through mountains and rivers."

"It's you!!!"

Dennis Lee's eyes were split and he wanted to scream for help.

"Snapped."

A slap was drawn out like lightning.

This guy's vision went dark, and he followed in the footsteps of his nephew.

The handcuffs locked on the car were quickly opened, and Ethan jumped out of the car with the two men between them. He strode towards the black Chevrolet and threw the two people into the trunk as if they were throwing garbage.

Shaking his arm at Jabber, the TEC-9 submachine gun was pointed at the escort vehicle.

Jabber backed away and ran toward the Chevrolet quickly.

The two of them took turns taking cover like this, and in less than thirty seconds, they successfully snatched the person away. The vehicle roared and sped forward. (End of chapter)