My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Gunshots rang out, and small holes popped open in the partitions.

Sawdust kept flying inside.

"careful."

Ethan held Jenny in his arms, turned around, and quickly rolled her behind several boxes of leaflets. With extremely fast movements, he found the bunker in two or three moves.

It’s for yourself.

Looking at the several bullet holes above the partition board, Ethan's adrenaline surged instantly.

"Don't move!"

Beth's screams continued outside, and sporadic gunshots continued. Ethan yelled at the frightened female assistant. He moved forward, rolled forward nimbly and rushed to the partition door.

He moved his arm back and instantly picked up a Glock.

The glass display window had been smashed into pieces, and several staff outside were lying on the ground in fear, not daring to raise their heads.

On the sidewalk outside, stood a man wearing a mask.

He had a gun in his hand and was still firing.

The glass window was shattered even more, and the pieces of glass shattered to the ground like crystals.

"Pa bang bang~"

More explosive gunfire sounded.

The muzzle of the gun in Ethan's hand burst into flames, and the firepower was several times more ferocious than the opponent's. Seven or eight bullets flew out, blasting towards the masked man.

The other party's reaction was not unpleasant.

Unexpectedly, the person inside had a gun and wanted to run away the moment the sound was heard.

But obviously, the warhead flies faster.

Several bullets hit his body, causing clouds of blood mist to explode.

In Ethan's hateful shooting, a bullet chain was like a whip, whipping from the guy's lower abdomen to his head, leaving two bullet holes in his forehead, and then stopped temporarily.

"Fake!!!"

Shouts rang out, and people outside shouted angrily: "Run!"

"Boom~"

The car engine roared.

The tires rubbed wildly on the ground, and the movement quickly escaped.

"Lie down."

Ethan, who was squatting on the ground, used his hind legs and rushed out like a cheetah. He did not forget to shout to the staff outside: "Don't move, it's not safe yet."

After two or three ups and downs, we arrived outside the store.

A tattered Ford car had escaped dozens of meters away.

Two people were leaning out of the car window. They also had weapons in their hands. When they saw a figure rushing out from inside, they immediately shouted and pulled the trigger. Gunshots continued to ring out on the streets late at night.

"Bang~"

Ethan gritted his teeth and chased forward, firing continuously with the Glock in his hand.

Stray bullets flew back and forth.

"Wow!"

The rear windshield of the car was shattered by him, and the big tree in front also made a snapping sound. The bullets fired back from the opponent splashed sawdust in the landscape trees on the roadside, leaving many small craters.

Ethan dodged and quickly hid behind one of the tree trunks.

The opponent has already run far away, there is no point in pursuing him.

Being exposed on the street puts you at greater risk of catching stray bullets.

The two men were startled by the shattered windshield, and they yelled and pulled the trigger. However, they were already nearly a hundred meters apart at this time, and all they did was vent their anger.

Listening to the familiar M1911 sonata.

Ethan, who was leaning behind the tree trunk, swallowed his saliva and came up with an extremely bold idea.

Only you can achieve that method.

I quickly looked to the side and saw that there were no intersection cameras here, but standing under the tree canopy, I was completely within the blind spot of surveillance.

Opportunities are fleeting.

He no longer hesitated, the gun in his hand flashed, and the Glock instantly turned into an M1911.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at his left arm.

Moving a little further to the side, Ethan grinned and pulled the trigger hard.

"boom!"

The fiery warhead roared out.

He tore his coat to pieces and passed it through the air, but it still left a bloody scratch between his upper arms.

No matter who he is.

This shit basin is definitely stuck on Gordon's head.

The most important thing is to stage a bitter plot.

Despite being mean.

But an opportunity is an opportunity and cannot be missed.

"Fake!!!"

A stinging pain caused Ethan to curse angrily, and the gun in his hand instantly switched to Glock. He angrily rushed out from behind the tree and poured bullets at the vehicles that had gone away: "You trash."

"I won't give in!"

The roar echoed throughout the street.

The car responded with two more random shots and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Hang the Glock down.

Ethan's chest rose and fell slightly, and he quickly picked up the bullet casing that fell out of the M1911.

"Is anyone hurt?"

Stepping on bullet casings and broken glass, he walked into the campaign office. He quickly checked on several staff members: "Don't worry, those bastards have escaped!"

"I'm fine!!!"

Beth's trembling voice sounded, and she stood up slowly, checking her physical condition in horror.

One after another people stood up.

They all looked flustered and frightened.

Apparently none of the men were injured.

But the shock is certain.

Ordinary people would experience such a scene. Being attacked by a gunman in the middle of the night is so scary.

"boss."

The little girl Beth rushed over in a hurry, looking helplessly at the other party's sleeves that were soaked in blood: "What should I do, you are injured!"

Only then did the others notice.

People gathered around him and Jenny quickly rushed out, looking at the wound with a worried look.

The bursts of burning pain caused a trace of cold sweat to break out on Ethan's forehead.

Amazing ability to heal yourself.

In order not to heal so quickly, he had to tilt the muzzle of the gun a little further, so it looked more serious.

"My injury is a minor injury."

Ethan forced a smile and waved his hand, inserting Glock into his back: "As long as you're fine."

"rest assured."

Seeing that the little girl was about to cry, he said with a relaxed face: "Don't be like this, have you forgotten?"

"I am a police officer."

"This kind of thing is really not worth mentioning."

After receiving the affirmative look from the other party, Jenny finally put down her worries. She tremblingly took out her mobile phone and quickly dialed the police number.

"damn it."

Beth clenched her fists and looked around with a cry: "Isn't it just us who came up in the polls?"

"Do you want to use this method?"

In one sentence, several people around him were excited.

What exactly had been done here to trigger such a horrific attack? Their thoughts couldn't stop drifting toward their competitors.

"Hey."

Ethan waved his right hand to interrupt her, and Justice said sternly: "We can't think of Mr. Hopewell like this. He is an upright man. He should not be able to do such a thing as sending gunmen to defeat us."

Come on!

With one sentence, the people in front of them instantly recognized that Gordon had sent someone to do it.

I can't be separated from that person.

They looked at Ethan with great admiration. At this time, he was still speaking for his competitor.

"Ugh~"

At this time, a curious guy walked out of the house nervously.

When he saw the body on the ground, he immediately vomited heartbreakingly.