My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"drop."

The door card swished open and clicked open.

This movement made Beatrice, who was sitting on the sofa, raise her head and move her arms to the side.

"Waterfa?"

The female killer frowned and loosened her grip on the handle of the gun: "What did you do outside?"

No wonder she had this question.

After setting off from Banshee Town, this guy who always wore suits and ties actually changed into an outfit that looked like a local. The bloated down jacket completely hid his figure, not to mention the beard on his face.

It looks like it's definitely causing trouble.

She couldn't help but spread her hands, showing a helpless look.

"Hey."

Ethan tore off his fake beard and looked even more helpless than the other person: "I am such a low-key person. I bet you one million dollars that you will never guess what I went through tonight!"

"Can you believe it?"

He shook his head and came to the living room and threw himself on the sofa: "How can there be such a woman in the world who would kill me with a knife just because I didn't agree to go to a love hotel with her for a few hours."

"Farke, this damn country."

"Be respectful and well-behaved, but always hide a crazy soul."

"Actually, you don't need to explain."

Beatrice waved her hand to express that she was not a fool and could not believe such a clumsy lie: "You just need to tell me how many people you killed and whether they were dealt with completely!"

"Please." Ethan grabbed the map on the table:

"I'm such a good person."

"I won't shout and kill at every turn. I came back in disguise, so you should know that I am careful enough."

"It's true that I ran into a few gangsters. This is bad luck!"

Those people must be local snakes.

In order to avoid trouble, he quickly left the scene, then drove around and changed his clothes, and took two more trains before returning to the hotel.

If you can get targeted like this, there's nothing you can do about it.

"Pa~"

Waving his finger at the simple map, Ethan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What is this place?"

Above, is a structural diagram of a house.

A red cross was also drawn in one of the places.

"Aoba House!"

Beatrice picked up the duffel bag at her feet, put it on the table and opened it: "That's the headquarters of Crazy 88. When Ishii Yuren and her men have nothing to do, they often drink and have fun at Aoye House!"

"Especially tomorrow night."

"That was the time of Crazy 88's regular meeting. I spent a lot of money to find out the information."

"It's dangerous though."

She raised her head and said seriously: "But it is very difficult to grasp the exact whereabouts of Ishii Goren. He is an extremely cautious person."

"Well, then tomorrow night."

Ethan spread his hands to show that he had no objection.

"very good!"

Grabbing a bulletproof vest from her duffel bag, Beatrice reached out and handed it out: "If we are lucky enough, we can find her there!"

"If you're not lucky."

Ethan smiled and took the bulletproof vest and the flap: "There might be an AK47 waiting for us there!"

"I think it will be harder for you not to be able to fight in a gunfight." Beatrice clasped the retaining ring with her fingers, hooked up a Colt M1911, shook it and said, "Time is limited, I can only find these."

"One gun and two magazines for each person."

"If nothing else happens, it should be enough for us to deal with special situations!"

"Then what about adding this?" Ethan smiled and pulled aside his bloated down jacket, revealing two firearms tightly attached to his waist in armpit holsters: "TEC-9 submachine gun, with a compact body and powerful firepower. .”

"Equipped with a twenty-round magazine, it is highly concealable."

"Likewise two magazines each."

There are a lot of guns in my own space, so take them out now so that when they come in use, you will be prepared.

He wouldn't just go and kill the boss of a violent society with a samurai sword and a small pistol.

Although Sakura Country is a gun-ban country.

Even though, like Beatrice said, the people here prefer to fight with cold weapons, Ethan still made his own preparations. With this thing in hand, he felt more confident.

"how did you do it?"

Happily taking the submachine gun handed over by Ethan, Beatrice quickly asked: "It won't attract the attention of interested people, will it?"

In fact, it's not like she can't find more powerful firearms.

But that takes time.

And it is easy to attract the attention of underground forces, which is the last thing she wants to happen now.

"rest assured."

Ethan also put the M1911 she bought back into the holster and said calmly: "I have my channels, there will definitely be no problems!"

If not for fear of scaring her.

I just came back with an AR15 on my back.

However, in front of these gang members who mainly use knives to slash, having a submachine gun is considered an absolute heavy firepower. Even if they train gunmen, they should mainly use short-term firepower.

Even though Beatrice wanted to know what happened to the other party.

and where the gun was purchased.

But after thinking about it, she still suppressed her curiosity.

Everyone has their own secrets, and those in her field know better what it means not to inquire into other people's privacy at will. Sometimes, the less you know, the better.

"Listen, this is my plan."

Putting away the gun in her hand, Beatrice tapped on the map to make plans for tomorrow.

This plan is actually very simple.

It's nothing more than looking for people and killing people.

What's more important is the escape route. Especially since Ethan is not familiar with this city, he must know the escape route by heart so as not to get lost in this steel forest.

Time passed bit by bit.

As the night grew darker, the two of them went back to their rooms to rest and prepare for the next day's battle.

"Pull."

The rolling shutter door was pulled hard.

The harsh sound spread far away in the surrounding large bungalows.

"Da~"

Incandescent lamps emitted light, illuminating the interior. A man and a woman strode into the temporarily rented garage. Their shiny leather shoes stepped on the concrete floor, stained with a trace of dust.

The comfortable black trousers are slender, and the custom-made suit makes the handsome man look full of heroism.

Raise your hands and raise your feet to show off your style.

Ethan stretched, and the joints on his body crackled.

I didn't go out today, except for sleeping, I just played with the Hanzo sword. After a day's rest, the abundant energy almost overflowed from my body, and an astonishing light burst out from my deep eyes.

He put the cigarette in his mouth and looked sideways.

Eyebrows raised.

Beatrice, who is about the same height as herself, put on a yellow motorcycle suit and a pair of yellow ASICS sneakers on her feet. There were two black belts on the side of the clothes. She looked like Bruce Lee's Replica.

Quite angry.

But his suit thug outfit is not out of place either.

There are two very cool Kawasaki motorcycles parked in the garage, one is bright yellow and the other is dark, like two beasts lying on the ground, waiting for the moment to roar to their heart's content.

"After you're done, meet here!"

Beatrice threw the duffel bag to the ground and looked at Ethan, who was carrying a guitar bag: "There are no surveillance cameras around, so it's perfect for diversion."

"Tonight, hopefully we all get what we want."

"certainly."

Ethan showed his white teeth and fist bumped hard with the opponent.

"Boom~~~"

Two motorcycles sprang out of the garage one after another, and two flashes of lightning, one black and one yellow, quickly traveled through the streets of Tokyo. The roaring sound shook the falling snowflakes in all directions. (End of chapter)