My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Cave Bar.

Guys and Dolls were jumping and twisting their bodies crazily under the vibration of electronic music.

The stronger the drink, the closer the body becomes.

In the colorful neon lights, the collision of sweaty bodies seemed to create sparks.

Because of the gang attribute, the game here is even crazier.

In many hidden corners, figures were stirring.

The cheers were endless.

In the innermost part of this restless hall, two soundproof curtains were opened one after another, and a faint smell of blood gushed out, and tough men wearing bulletproof vests appeared under neon lights.

The vibrating electronic sound made the tips of Ethan's hair tremble slightly.

His sharp eyes quickly scanned everything in the hall, and his eyes stopped in a corner.

pharmacy.

A Latino man with short black hair was sitting in a booth in the distance. There were many people with him. Seven or eight men and women were sitting together randomly, enjoying a drink.

"ah!"

These two groups of people suddenly broke in, causing screams immediately.

The screams were quickly drowned in the electronic music.

Burgess looked at the two people hugging next to him and scratched his ears to signal the other person to continue barking.

The two people standing together looked embarrassed.

After looking at the heavily armed men, he immediately pulled away uneasily.

This action made Burgess blush.

He quickly shifted his gaze.

Looking in the other direction, Ethan noticed that Hank and the others also got out of the soundproof curtain. The headset had almost no effect at this time. The two made eye contact and immediately chose to explode.

"CPD."

"Chicago police."

Loud shouts came one after another.

“Bang, bang, bang!!!”

Ethan took off the silencer, raised the AR15 and kept pulling the trigger. Bullets kept flying out in all directions, including the speakers on the wall, the speakers, and the console in front of the DJ.

These things were all hit one after another.

The exciting electronic music suddenly stopped.

Exploding gunshots echoed in every corner of the hall, followed by loud shouts.

"Chicago police."

"Don't move."

"Squat down."

"Hold your head with your hands!"

A large group of people rushed out like a pack of wolves and quickly took control of the scene.

But it is destined that no one will cooperate honestly.

The bald man spread his legs and ran away. Burgess chased him from behind. He knocked the gun butt to the ground. The two men stretched their waists with ferocious faces. Irene opened fire decisively, knocking the man down with a bang.

Suddenly, a man in the booth next to him stood up angrily.

He lifted up his clothes and grabbed the pistol stuck in front of him.

Upon seeing this, Horsted flew forward and kicked the man back to the booth with a powerful kick. The huge muzzle of the shotgun pressed hard against the man's head.

"Bang~"

The Latin man punched him, but Atwater knocked him over with a shot.

Blood mist rises.

Under the gorgeous neon lights, it looks particularly charming and confusing.

Sporadic gunfire.

It kept ringing.

"Bang~"

Ethan quickly turned the gun, and several bullets flew out.

The two security personnel who pulled out their guns blasted out several clouds of blood mist on their chests. Their bodies knocked over the booth next to them, and the wine bottles fell to the ground. The pungent smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of blood was extremely strong.

He quickly pulled the trigger a few more times, and several small holes exploded in the deck in the distance.

This movement shocked several people who were about to make a move.

With Ethan and Hank taking the lead, everyone in the intelligence team used thunderous methods. After all, there were only a few people who dared to draw their guns. After taking away a few lives, they quickly suppressed more than a hundred people here.

At least half of the people here are gang members.

If they are not suppressed in the shortest possible time, it will be a big trouble if they start making noise.

"All women."

Hank walked quickly towards the booth where Ethan had just shot, and shouted loudly: "Get out of here!"

"Walk!"

Another round of scolding.

The exquisitely dressed women in the cave bar all stood up tremblingly.

Move in small steps first, then big steps.

Finally, I ran away desperately, for fear that if I slowed down for a while, I would never be able to leave this place again.

Controlled by guns, no one else dared to move.

After a few seconds, the dark crowd suddenly became much thinner, and the entire hall became quiet.

But they didn't let down their guard.

The muzzle of the gun moved slowly, carefully guarding against possible dangers.

"pharmacy."

Hank came to the booth, reached out and grabbed the man with short black hair by his clothes, and yanked him out of the booth. A table full of drinks was knocked over and fell to the floor with clatter.

The body also fell to the ground with a crash, falling onto the broken glass.

"Farke!"

The drugstore gritted its teeth and roared.

"Pa~"

A slap in the face, hard on the other person's face.

Hank put away the gun, strangled the drugstore's neck, slapped him again, and shouted angrily: "You trash, you dare to kill my friend, tell me, why?"

"Who ordered you?"

As he spoke, he swung out a few more slaps and slapped the guy head and head.

"Hey."

Another man wearing a knitted hat on the booth shouted loudly, salivating: "What are you bastards doing? You think you can get out of here alive, huh?"

A figure quickly approached, and Ethan stepped onto the booth sofa.

He raised his foot and kicked hard.

The hard soles of the boots slapped against this guy.

"Can you survive?"

"ah!"

"and who are you?"

"Farke."

"I'm a timid person, do you know that I'm most afraid of being threatened?" Ethan held on to the back of the chair and kicked the guy out again: "I'm scared now, what should I do???"

"Bang."

After one kick, the knitted hat covered his stomach and he could no longer scream.

"you."

Looking at the person sitting next to him, Ethan stepped on his chest again and pressed this guy to the back of the booth: "You seem to be very unconvinced in your eyes, do you want to threaten me too?"

"NO."

The other party shook his head wildly, and the flesh on his face swayed along with it.

On the other side, it continues.

After several slaps in the face, the drugstore didn't make a sound.

Instead, there was cruelty in his eyes.

Hank has seen this look before. Regardless of the indifference, this is a tough-talking guy who must resort to means.

"Burgess."

He looked around and pointed to the cigar box on the table next to him:

"Bring me the cigar gun."

"good."

Burgess quickly grabbed the small and exquisite flamethrower and handed it to Hank.

"Ha ha."

The drugstore sneered and said with a look of disdain: "You think a little burn can make me speak, Damn Fake, is this the only way you can do it?"

"Bichi."

Hank grabbed his neck and said sternly: "You don't need to tell me, I think someone will tell you."

"Ethan."

With a low cry, the flamethrower flew out of his hand.

When Hank came in, he saw that the drugstore and the knitted hat had a close relationship. They were sitting together in the booth and chatting happily. Such people can't help bragging to others about anything they do.

Therefore, he immediately changed the target of torture.