My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Snapped."

After another slap in the face, Ethan stood up slowly under the gaze of dozens of people.

"Who do you think you are?"

He stood proudly on the table in the booth and looked down at the ponytail man: "Stop when you tell me to stop?"

With a flick of his arm, he grabbed the AR15 that he had just carried behind his back.

And the python revolver in the holster was also drawn out.

One black and one silver, two firearms were pointed at the man at the same time. Ethan said coldly: "Would you like to bet on which of my two guns will eject bullets or fire at the same time?"

threaten.

A naked threat.

The man with the ponytail had not been pointed at by a gun like this for many years. He tightened his cheeks and turned his head to look at Hank: "Director Boyt, you have got the information you want, and you can leave with your people. .”

"Believe me."

"This is a good thing for everyone."

"You have killed many of my guests." He took the cane handed to him by others and stabbed it hard on the ground:

"Don't overdo things!"

"Shua~"

As the cane fell, there were dozens of gang members around, many of whom quickly drew their guns. Those without guns also picked up the wine bottles around them, and each of them breathed heavily.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

But the gunshot did not sound.

Even though those people held guns, their muzzles were lowered.

This was the last line of safety. Although the gang members looked at the Chicago police officers with fierce eyes, no one dared to raise their guns easily, and the intelligence team members could not shoot either.

If you are not careful, you will be in a big fight.

Casualties are likely to occur in chaotic battles. Although the bulletproof vest is equipped with inserts, it is of little use at this time.

As soon as the man appeared, he changed the scene.

"you know me?"

Hank stepped forward and held the Glock in his hand: "Do you think what I did is too much?"

"certainly."

The man with the ponytail raised his cane and said with a cold face: "Hank Boyt, you have been ups and downs in Chicago for decades. You are a tough guy. I respect this. Forget about the people you just killed."

"Take your men and leave now."

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen later."

The group of capable men who came out behind him also slowly dispersed. These people were carrying firearms in their hands.

Pistols, submachine guns.

Everything you need.

Not only the two patrol officers, but most of the people in the intelligence team also became highly nervous.

This kind of firepower level confrontation is something that many people have never experienced.

A little bit of sweat kept coming out.

"I'll go."

Hank narrowed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"I will definitely take your nephew and his companions with me. These two people murdered the former director of the 21st Precinct on the street tonight, and they must face legal trial."

"If you want the Chicago Monarchs to die with you, just shoot me."

Hearing this, the dozens of gang members had different expressions.

There was hesitation.

They looked at each other.

Ponytail, on the other hand, looked at the drugstore angrily.

He clenched his cane so hard that veins popped out.

"I have no idea."

The drugstore shrank back under that gaze and stammered: "There was an old black man in the car at that time, but I don't know his identity."

"Do I have to come up to ask how you are when I kill someone?"

"call."

Ponytail sighed, his eyes struggling.

That was his only descendant. If the Chicago Monarch Gang were destroyed so easily, they would have ceased to exist many years ago.

A sharp light flashed in his eyes.

The slender and delicate cane was about to hit the ground with a roar.

"boom."

There was a hole in his forehead instantly, and the back of his head exploded like a watermelon. Red and white objects splashed all over the faces of the people behind him.

A plume of smoke came out of the muzzle of the python's revolver.

Before the smoke dissipated, the next blazing bullet roared out and smashed the head of the man standing next to the ponytail. The submachine gun in the other man's hand slipped and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Bang bang bang~"

The other hand held the AR15 firmly and pulled the trigger frantically.

Both guns fired.

The muzzle fireworks were almost continuous.

The gunshots rang out like a storm, and more than twenty bullets flew away, causing a bloody storm on the seven or eight people brought out by the ponytail. Under the impact of the warheads, clouds of blood mist exploded.

The rapid gunfire stopped in less than two seconds.

"Ding."

The empty cartridge case flew out of the ejection port, hit the table with a crisp sound, and then rolled and landed on the sofa.

"Bah~"

Ethan spat to the side and looked at the others fiercely: "This motherfucker speaks so arrogantly, I thought the bullet couldn't kill her!"

"You bastards, who wants to try!!!"

"Lost the gun!"

This sudden outburst frightened everyone present.

Before they could realize what had happened, the leading gang members were all shot and killed violently without even a chance to fight back. All the gang members stared blankly at the man standing on the table.

The handsome face was now filled with violent murderous intent.

The two guns turned into scythes in the hands of the God of Death, which would roar and be swung down at the slightest disagreement.

"Crack."

Catched by his icy gaze, a man's head twitched, and the gun in his hand slipped to the ground. The sounds rang out one after another, and the pistols fell to the ground, and the wine bottles kept rolling.

The people in the intelligence team breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ethan in shock.

Such a decisive solution was something they had not expected. They thought an extremely brutal firefight would break out.

Everyone is mentally prepared.

If you were lucky, you would have to go to Chicago Hospital. If you were unlucky, you would have to be lifted by six people, but the life-and-death crisis was taken away by the other party in an extremely fast way.

"Get down."

"Stop looking around and put your head in your hands."

The people in the intelligence team quickly dispersed and roared at the remaining people.

"CPD."

Screams also sounded, and Antonio rushed in first. Behind him were a dozen patrol policemen, and quickly pointed the Glock at the person lying on the ground.

Cooperate with the intelligence team to arrest all those people.

Suddenly, there were not enough handcuffs.

The clothes of this group of patrol officers were all messy, and the pungent and spicy smell quickly spread in the hall, and many of them coughed loudly.

"Cough cough cough~"

Antonio covered his mouth and coughed a few times, looking at the body lying on the ground with red eyes:

"God."

"What did you do in there?"

Ethan jumped off the table and put the python into his holster: "What did you do outside?"

"Cough~"

After coughing a few more times, Antonio waved his hand to fan the air: "These bastards have gathered a large group of people outside to stop us from rushing in. We have no choice but to use tear gas."

"There are more patrol officers outside and are controlling the scene."

Looking at the body lying on the ground again, he couldn't help but lick his lips and felt a thirst in his throat.