My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The bright silver compact cigar gun drew an arc and landed steadily in Ethan's hand.

Looking at this thing, he scratched his head.

"Please."

He sighed and said helplessly: "I am a good person, why are you forcing me to do such cruel things?"

"Gudu."

The man whose chest he stepped on swallowed hard.

"snort."

Ethan sneered at it, as if he smelled fear.

Now is not the time to play with this anonymous person. You must seize the time. No matter who is commanding them, their existing advantage is that they can obtain clues very quickly, so they catch these people by surprise.

Advantages need to be amplified.

The knitted hat curled up on the sofa has not yet recovered from several violent kicks, and is still breathing heavily.

The next moment, it flew into the sky.

"Bang."

His whole body was violently slapped on the table next to him, and he groaned in pain.

Fortunately, when Hank took action just now, all the items on it were turned over by the drag strip. Otherwise, the back of the knitted hat would be torn to pieces.

However, this guy is a tough guy.

He stared fiercely at Ethan.

"Whether you know what happened or not, I'll just assume you do!" Ethan put one knee down on the other person's neck, turned his head and looked at the pharmacy next to him: "You go kill Carter, I have no objection."

"It's a pity that you killed someone you shouldn't have killed."

"Whether you want to take revenge on Carter for stealing your goods, or Roland instructs you to kill people and silence them, there must be an answer."

"The real answer!"

"Huh~"

With a slight press of his finger, blazing flames spurted out.

The noise was not much smaller than that of a welding gun.

The knitted hat looked at the flames, sweating heavily, breathing heavily from his mouth, and his body was constantly struggling.

"Don't want to say it?"

Seeing the drug store's mouth tightly closed, Ethan shrugged: "No way, let's have a BBQ!"

Holding the cigar gun's hand, he pressed it down sharply.

The white T-shirt on the chest of the knitted hat quickly turned black, scorched, and rotten, and the fire burned inside.

The hairs are singed and the skin is split open.

The blood was evaporated before it had time to flow out.

The flames are still moving.

"ah!!!"

The pain caused by the high temperature made Knitted Hat howl crazily. He tried to struggle but was held down tightly, and could only let out bursts of miserable howls.

This sound resounded throughout the bar hall.

Everyone could feel the pain inside, and many people lying on the ground had their feet shaking.

Roman looked at Burgess, who shook his head at him.

Then he swallowed his saliva.

From the other direction, Horsted tightened the grip of his gun, forcing himself to filter out the miserable howl.

"louder."

Ethan pulled out the cigar gun and continued to move it on his chest, grinning and saying: "Shout louder, I can't hear you very clearly. To tell you the truth, never threaten me."

"You scared me so much just now!!!"

"what do I do?"

One vertically, one horizontally, and then quickly turn around.

In two or three seconds, a word was branded on the chest of the knitted hat.

On the ground nearby, the drugstore was breathing heavily.

Like a trapped animal, he looked at Hank ferociously, as if he wanted to eat him.

The screams stopped abruptly.

All that was left was heavy breathing and loud snorts.

Ethan didn't expect the mouth of the knitted hat to be so hard. He loosened the hot cigar gun and prepared to add a bar to the mouth.

"stop."

When Knitted Hat saw the cigar gun spitting out flames again, he shouted angrily: "Damn it, you didn't give me a chance to speak."

"Roland!!!"

"Shet." He roared loudly: "It was that bastard who asked me and the drugstore to take action. We made an agreement. If we help him get rid of the traitor, we can be protected by him in Jackson Park in the future."

“Let’s all do business together.”

"continue."

Ethan held down the cigar gun angrily, and the gushing flame came close to the eyes of the knitted hat.

Originally, I wanted to kill the chicken to honor the monkey.

Unexpectedly, he killed the monkey directly and captured the second gunman.

"besides."

The flames came close to his eyes, and the eyelashes of the knitted hat blinked wildly, and he shouted hastily: "I heard them saying that they were going to kill another shameless Bichi tonight with their own hands, and that they were going to pour that person into an oil drum and sink him into Lake Michigan."

"who?"

Letting go of the cigar gun, Ethan shouted sharply.

"I am also not certain."

The knitted hat breathed a sigh of relief, but his lips still couldn't help trembling: "I heard that he was an extremely shameless guy. Some kind of police chief led them into a trap. Roland wants to take revenge."

The intelligence team members holding guns, as well as Burgess and Roman, all showed strange expressions.

Looked over with deep approval.

"ah!!!"

The shrill howl sounded again.

Ethan viciously slapped a horizontal bar on his chest.

"What's this for?"

The knitted hat was drooling, and veins were popping up on his forehead.

"You not only threatened me." Ethan threw away the cigar gun and slapped it hard: "You actually scolded me and said I was extremely shameless. Who gave you your balls?"

"Bah bang bang."

Slap after slap was drawn out, blood splattered everywhere.

"enough!"

The angry roar resounded throughout the hall, and also made Ethan's twitching palms stop.

From a secret door nearby, a group of people came out cheering.

The leader was a Latino man who looked somewhat like the drugstore. His gray hair was tied back in a ponytail, and his bright eyes were watching everything in front of him like an eagle.

"stop."

Erin quickly moved the gun and pointed it at the man.

"Hey, get down."

"Don't move."

Shouts also rang out. After this ponytailed man in his forties or fifties appeared, the dozens of people lying on the ground all became restless and stood up one after another no longer afraid of the threat of gunfire.

Olinsky and others issued warnings while placing their fingers on the triggers.

But now there are at least fifty or sixty gang members here, and these people are all looking at him eagerly. At this time, it is too late to fire a warning shot, and he cannot kill all the people in front of him.

This is not a question of whether Director Fisher can withstand it.

These people spread their hands like the ponytail man, at least they didn't show any aggression.

Besides, it's one thing to shoot a gangster or two.

Whether you can be cruel to dozens of people is another matter. The psychological pressure the latter brings to people is extremely huge.

"how?"

The ponytail man slowly raised his hands and looked at Erin with a stern face: "Female police officer, are you planning to kill a person who is not carrying any weapons?"

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

The crisp slap sounded again.

Ethan slapped the knitted hat as if no one was watching, one after another, until the other person's eyes flashed with stars, and the other person burst into tears.

Dozens of people in the bar just stared at him.

The approaching footsteps couldn't help but stop.

Watching the palms fall down one after another.