My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

That scream made the small courtyard no longer have its original elegant atmosphere.

Ishii Goren rolled around on the ground.

The dirty blood dyed the white snow red, and the poetic and picturesque scene was gone. This movement also raised dust and mist. She screamed, but her eyes were extremely clear, and the hand covering her thigh reached in like lightning.

The pistol strapped to the inner thigh was quickly drawn out.

While rolling, she quickly raised her head towards the bright yellow.

"boom!"

At the same time as the gunshot sounded, Ishii Yuren's palm exploded, and the delicate little pistol also fell into the white snow.

Beatrice strode forward with a ferocious expression.

He quickly pulled Colt's trigger in his hand, and the hatred accumulated over the past few years turned into bullets, hitting the noble lady wearing a white kimono one after another.

From hands to feet to body.

Continuously exploding clouds of blood mist, until she walked up to Ishii Yuren, she then pointed the gun at her head in anger:

"Screaming and rolling?"

Beatrice held the katana behind her back with her left hand, and held Colt firmly with her right hand.

She sneered a few times, looked disdainfully at the twitching woman lying in a pool of blood, and continued: "Have you lived a comfortable life for too long, and you are so stupid that you want to use such a clumsy trick to deceive me?"

"Now."

She stepped on Ishii Yuren's chest and roared loudly: "That's when you should fall into a permanent sleep!"

"Bang~"

The bullets in the magazine sprayed out crazily.

Ethan pursed his lips and bit the cigarette, watching the gunfire light up, and then squinted his eyes to look up at the sky.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

The sky is filled with white flowers, which is really beautiful.

The gunfire soon stopped.

Ethan also reached out to crush the cigarette butt on the tree trunk and stuffed it into his pocket. In front of him, Beatrice sat slumped in the snow, staring blankly at the dead enemy, not knowing what she was thinking.

Although the most important thing is that the person is not dead yet.

But all the other enemies were killed at this moment, and the muscles on her face twitched.

It seems like crying but not crying, it seems like smiling but not smiling!

"time to go."

Ethan drew his Hanzo sword and strode to the two men.

He picked up the samurai sword that Gokuren Ishii had dropped in the snow, and waved it a few times: "It took a long time, and we will be in trouble when the police block us in the building!"

The other party just recognized the weapon in Beatrice's hand.

He still drew his sword without fear, proving that this samurai sword with a cherry blossom pattern inlaid on the handle was also a treasure.

Even the price is not as good as the Hanzo sword.

It's probably not much worse than that. With such a trophy, it's not like my trip was in vain.

He found the scabbard again and accepted it without ceremony.

This is the Royal Lotus Sword.

After giving the newly acquired collection a name, Ethan crossed the katana in his left and right hands and raised them, letting out a burst of laughter with satisfaction.

The great revenge was avenged and the information was successfully obtained.

The two people fled the scene quickly.

The air tickets to Hong Kong Island from today to the next few days have been purchased in advance. They must leave without stopping. Although they think their whereabouts are hidden, there is no need to stay to challenge the power of the state machine.

One minute later.

The elevator doorbell rang, and three Tokyo police officers walked out with serious faces.

I thought I would be blocked by Yakuza.

Unexpectedly, it was quiet up there, with no sound at all. It was not like there was any gang vendetta as the caller said.

But it’s all here.

You still have to check it, otherwise you won't be able to pay the job.

Several people strode forward, and the one who took the lead sensed something was wrong, sniffed sharply, and quickened his pace a bit.

A scene like a Shura field suddenly appeared in front of them.

I didn't expect it to be such a scene.

All three people froze in place.

There were mutilated limbs everywhere, and the world was filled with blood red. This made them feel as if they had been poured cold water on them, from head to toe. They had never seen such a bloody murder scene in their many years as police officers.

These people are crazy!

"Ugh~"

"Boom~~~"

Black motorcycles were weaving wildly on the road, triggering waves of horn protests. However, the black and white police cars with the Metropolitan Police logo on them were chasing after them, but the horns of protest stopped.

Ethan twisted the accelerator and roared through the intersection.

The dark red suit fluttered in the wind.

The patrol car with its siren blaring behind also rushed out, looking like it was holding on.

One after another, a chase started on the streets of Shinjuku.

Sometimes things are so unlucky. When the two of them escaped through the fire stairs to the underground parking lot, they ran into several Tokyo police officers who were trying to rush up from here.

It took some effort to beat these people to the back.

As he rushed out of the building on his motorcycle, he happened to encounter a patrol car again.

There is no need to kill these people. First of all, they are ordinary people with families. Furthermore, if you attack the law enforcement agencies, it will undoubtedly be like poking another hornet's nest.

Not only Ethan understands this truth.

Beatrice also understood quite well. The two of them clicked their helmets on each other, and immediately used the accelerator to separate according to the original plan.

In the rearview mirror, the patrol car was getting closer and closer.

Ethan impatiently pulled out his submachine gun and swung his arm back on the speeding motorcycle.

"Pfft~~~"

A ball of gunfire erupted, and countless bullets were poured back.

Under his strong control, TEC-9 threw out a fire chain and blew out the tires of the two patrol cars behind. Perhaps the other party did not expect such ferocious firepower at all.

Coupled with the loss of control caused by a blown tire.

The two patrol cars collided with a bang, and sparks flew everywhere. One of them flew into the air and rolled onto the road.

The countless fragments were scattered on the streets.

Gunshots, car crashes.

This kind of thing is rare in Tokyo. There were already a lot of people on the streets of Shinjuku, and there was a lot of hustle and bustle everywhere. This terrifying movement immediately caused screams and commotion among the crowd.

The emotion of panic can always spread quickly.

As a very experienced old black man started running, a chain reaction caused everyone on the street to run around like ants on a hot pot.

Watching the commotion in the rearview mirror.

Ethan's face looked a little stunned under the motorcycle helmet. He didn't expect that the effect of one shuttle would be so good.

The people running wildly on the street helped him a lot. No matter how many police cars there were, it was impossible to chase them away. He just needed to hide before he was targeted by the helicopter.

Turning the accelerator hard, the black motorcycle flew forward like an arrow.

After a few deviations, it disappeared into the vast traffic.

The roar of the motorcycle engine subsided and it quietly slid into the bungalow area.

The garage was already dimly lit.

Figures flickered.

Seeing that it was Ethan coming over, Beatrice lowered her gun and breathed a sigh of relief, then returned to the garage.

This guy had already taken off most of his motorcycle clothes, revealing the black vest and scars underneath. Ethan glanced at her and took off his bloody clothes without saying a word.

The two men moved very quickly.

I rinsed my head with mineral water and quickly changed into clean sportswear.

Gasoline was poured quickly.

"Ding."

Ethan lit three cigarettes, handed one to Beatrice, looked at the messy garage, and waved his fingers.

The cigarette spun twice in mid-air before falling into the garage full of gasoline.

A raging fire ignited, illuminating the faces of the two people. After taking a deep breath of the cigarette, Ethan snapped his fingers at the female killer, and the two quickly disappeared into the Tokyo night. (End of chapter)