My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Yo~"

The Latino man who had his hair combed back pinched his nose and asked the short-haired man next to him:

"Do you smell anything special?"

"certainly."

The short-haired man's eyes were blurry. He pinched the leaf with his thumb and index finger and took a pleasant sip: "I understand what you mean. This is indeed a good leaf. You don't need to emphasize it again."

"What I promised will be done."

"When that Bichi comes over later, I will definitely let you go first. It doesn't matter if I help you push."

"Bang bang~"

He punched his chest twice hard and pointed at Da Beitou: "Good brother, in my heart!!!"

"God."

The man with the back head sniffed his nose again, stretched out his hand to pinch his companion's face, and shook it hard a few times: "Damn it, please wake up, is there something burning?"

"If something goes wrong, the boss can rip our scalps off."

The last words made the short-haired man sober instantly.

He also rubbed his nose and sniffed a few times. It seemed that there was really a burning smell. The two looked at each other and walked out of the corner quickly, not forgetting to adjust their black suits.

"Hey."

The short-haired man looked at the door handle next to him and stared blankly: "Why is the handle red today?"

Subconsciously, he grabbed it.

"呲~"

The man with the back of his head vaguely recalled his childhood life of helping on the farm. At that time, the sound of branding cattle was just like this, and the smell of burnt flesh was so real that it seemed to come from the past.

Well, this guy is actually quite high.

"Ah~"

"Bang."

The partition door slammed inward with such force that the short-haired man was knocked unconscious, and his screams were swallowed up.

The man with the back trembled and quickly grabbed the pistol on his waist.

A black shadow followed the open back door and came to him with lightning speed.

Seeing the soles of the boots getting closer and closer, the man behind him was heartbroken. Before he could react, his vision went dark. He rolled backwards several times, hit the wall and fainted without a sound.

Ethan stood on one foot and raised the other foot high.

The strong strength of his waist and abdomen kept him firmly pinned to the ground, and he rubbed his thumb hard against his nose before retracting his feet.

"Hey, Bruce Lee!"

Atwater held the shotgun in both hands and quickly followed up: "Be careful, Kung Fu shouldn't be of much use in this place, so pick up your assault rifle."

That's what it says.

But when he saw the two people lying on the ground, he was still shocked.

After the others entered, Rusek also threw away the gas welding equipment in his hands and clapped his hands.

The group of people stood against the wall, their hearts beating continuously following the aftermath of the music in the bar, and their breathing in their mouths adjusting in an effort to be in the best condition to deal with what was to come.

"Rusek, Roman, Burgess."

Looking at the two passages in front, Ethan quickly divided his forces: "Three of you follow me, and the rest follow Boyt."

"GO!!!"

The AR15 was thrown into his hand, and he took the lead and rushed to the left.

The group of people separated left and right under his command, forming two arrows that quickly pierced in. There was no need to get too entangled on the way, and everything was focused on finding the pharmacy.

There are also many private rooms in this bar.

And right near the back door, this place should be reserved for VIP guests.

There are many bright spots among them.

These places also need to be searched.

"Shhh."

Ethan held up the AR15 with one hand and raised his index finger to the waitress standing stiffly in the corridor. He shouted in a deep voice: "Chicago police, stop screaming and running around. Do you know the pharmacy?"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the waiter shook his head wildly.

The light gray stockings also quickly soaked.

"Very good, get down!"

After a casual explanation, he quickly turned around and kicked the door of the box next to him: "CPD, don't move!"

Two people on the sofa.

The Latina girl was straddling a Mexican man, her cascading black hair swaying up and down.

On the table in front of you is a small tray of flour.

"Farke!"

The Mexican man trembled all over and quickly reached out to touch his back.

"puff."

The rapidly spinning bullet burst out of the silencer and pierced the man's forehead, pouring a bright red color on the golden wallpaper behind the sofa.

"Don't scream."

Ethan released the trigger and ordered, lowered the muzzle of the gun and continued forward.

The cold tone was as if the cold wind of winter was blowing.

Roman looked at the back of the other person striding forward, then at the man in the box who was instantly shot dead and the woman huddled on the sofa in fear. He exhaled heavily and looked at Burgess in shock:

"No rules, huh?"

"uh-huh."

Rusek passed him holding a shotgun: "For Chief Perry, there are no rules."

"Hey."

Burgess shook his head and motioned for his partner to look in: "Look carefully, there is no problem that this man was shot to death."

At the reminder, Roman narrowed his eyes.

The Mexican man slowly tilted his body to the side, revealing a black revolver hidden behind him.

When I hear the shouts of a Chicago police officer, my first reaction is to touch my gun.

How many people like this will die.

Roman's face turned red, his steps became firmer, and he followed Burgess forward quickly.

The box doors were blasted open one after another.

No matter who is inside, as long as he still tries to resist after revealing his identity, Ethan will mercilessly fly a few bullets at him.

Director Fisher opened the shackles on him with a few words.

Anyway, someone knows the truth.

Let's have a good time tonight.

A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the gunfire reflected the blazing flames.

"Bang bang bang~"

After another series of gunshots, he lowered the AR15 and made sure that there was no movement among the guys inside before turning around and leaving.

With a push of his finger, the empty magazine fell down.

He fell to his feet, bounced a few times, and was kicked aside by the person following him.

Roman was still a little shocked when he killed the first person, but as the number of kills increased, he became accustomed to it and opened fire with the opponent twice. The female partner next to him also became murderous.

The squad roared forward in the winding corridor with a bloody storm.

This is indeed a famous gang bar. The gun ownership rate is frighteningly high. It is estimated that many of them are wanted criminals, so there are also many people who dare to show their guns.

After seven or eight bodies were left behind, the music became deafening.

Due to the rapid advance.

The security personnel encountered on the road were also quickly subdued, so the crowd jumping crazily in the cave bar lobby had no idea what was going on.

"cheer."

Ethan yelled at the people behind him: "Remember, it is better to be judged by twelve people than to be carried by six people."

"Uh-huh."

He opened the soundproof curtain and strode inside.

The three people behind didn't hesitate at all, and followed with determined steps and guns in hand. (End of chapter)