My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Originally, Ethan was a little relaxed.

But the blow to the head just now woke him up. This is Juarez, not Shinjuku anymore.

What he faced was no longer Yakuza who was wielding swords and sticks.

The people here were all baptized in the Dupin War, and the feared Mexican gang members, especially what I wanted to do this time, was to stab a killer's nest.

So, it’s urgent!

It's to eat.

Feeling his empty stomach, Ethan drove the car and found a high-end-looking restaurant with Beatrice, and enjoyed some of the special delicacies here.

Tortillas are a must.

The beef skewers grilled over charcoal fire were also very flavorful, and the spicy steak was served at the end, making both of them sweat slightly.

After eating the food, it was natural to find a place to stay.

I also found a simple motel for a temporary rest.

"If I say."

Beatrice threw her backpack on the bed, clenched her fists and looked at Ethan: "We will finish the matter tonight, so I think you won't mind!"

"of course not."

Ethan smiled and fist bumped with her.

Since Bill already knew that she was coming, there was no need to be sneaky anymore and just rush to the door.

Both sides are ready to fight.

Then he will not avoid fighting.

From North America to East Asia, and from East Asia back to North America, the purpose is not to find Bill!

Now that I have found it, of course I won’t back down.

It depends on whose fist is harder.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Ethan opened the zipper.

The guns in the bag came into view, an AR15 with a scope and the pistol on their body. These were the weapons they had on hand. Beatrice bought them after arriving in Mexico.

It's more than enough to deal with Yakuza.

This thing is very difficult to deal with the Viper Organization!

Beatrice said when they were in the car that the address was a building, which was used by the Viper Organization for temporary rest and training of killers. Bill, in particular, would definitely be well prepared.

Ethan took out the AR15 and checked it, then threw it in casually:

"If I said that bringing this thing to your door is equivalent to sending yourself to death, then I don't think you would object, right?"

"certainly."

Beatrice tightened her cheeks, pulled the Colt out of her back to check the bullets, and then inserted it back in: "Wait for me here for an hour, and I will buy some weapons. Don't run around!!!"

"No."

Rejecting her proposal flatly, Ethan grabbed the car keys:

"Bill knows all your channels."

"I don't want you to just buy the gun, and then the other party knows exactly what weapons we bring to the door, so just let me go. My channels are different from yours."

"Also, I'm an outsider."

He spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders and said, "You won't attract attention so easily."

"OK!"

After hesitating for two seconds, Beatrice nodded and agreed.

She was about to reach into her pocket, but her arm was held down by Ethan, making it impossible to take out the contents inside.

"You don't have to worry about money."

Ethan waved his car keys and strode outside: "You gave me such an expensive samurai sword, so it seems only natural that I should give you some firearms."

"Don't run around, wait here."

Be a human being!

There still has to be a back-and-forth, and you can't always take advantage without suffering a loss.

Besides, what Beatrice bought might not be what he wanted, and he definitely couldn't buy as complete equipment as he did. For the sake of his own life, he decided to take out the equipment in the space.

Driving around the streets of Juarez.

I found a place to play with my phone for more than half an hour before returning to the motel.

When getting off the car.

There was already a heavy travel bag in his hand.

The weight caused white marks on his fingers. Ethan secretly exerted his strength and strode towards the room carrying the things.

On the adjacent corridor, there were several plump Mexican women standing.

Accompanied by the chatter and laughter of several people, the smell of leaves drifted over, followed by murmuring Spanish. Although I couldn't understand it, it was obviously talking to myself.

"Hey."

Seeing that he didn't respond, one of them waved and said, "Sir, Puxi, do you want it?"

I understand this sentence.

Ethan smiled and shook his head at the women whose arms were thicker than his, then took out the key and opened the door, weighed his bags and walked in with heavy steps, making the wooden floor creak.

One of the girls looked at the heavy bag in his hand and slowly blew out a puff of leaf cigarette.

"bump."

The door is closed.

Beatrice also put down the gun in her hand and stood up quickly: "What did you buy?"

"Just some small items." Ethan shrugged and put the long bag on the bed, opened the zipper with a snap, and reached into it: "I don't know if I will use it, but I'll prepare it first."

Two pieces of body armor are thrown out with inserts. This thing is definitely not to be left without.

It can save lives in critical moments.

The female killer nodded quickly and helped install the bulletproof inserts.

Another AR15 assault rifle. This thing is difficult to get, but you can still buy it for a little money in Mexico. It is a useful conventional weapon. Next are two tactical belts, which can store guns and magazines.

And some scattered small items.

This thing can ensure that the things on the body are not placed in a mess. One is that it is difficult to take, and the other is that it causes inconvenience in movement. I bought it at a Chicago gun supermarket.

Four Glock 17s were neatly placed on the quilt.

Short fire backup is very necessary.

It's not a bad thing to have a few more guns. Under normal circumstances, changing guns is faster than changing magazines. Beatrice nodded repeatedly.

Then he looked at the next item expectantly.

However, her eyes widened following the movements of Ethan's hands.

RPG! ! !

He took out a rocket launcher from the bag and two rocket grenades.

Next, reach inside with your hands.

He grabbed a handful of grenades from inside and threw them on the bed one after another. A dozen round guys glowed under the light, and the female killer's throat rolled.

Two standard MP5 submachine guns.

Its ferocious firepower can come in handy at critical moments.

Two daggers were thrown out together with the leggings, followed by spare magazines, a box of bullets and some accessories.

The gun is naturally fully loaded.

But they still need to install the spare ones temporarily. No matter how free Ethan is, he will not put bullets in all the magazines. In fact, these things just now are enough for him to squander alone.

It's just that there is one more person now, so we have to temporarily reload.

This kind of thing is not difficult.

"And that's all."

Ethan threw the empty bag aside and looked at the densely packed firearms on the bed with satisfaction: "We can buy more, but it's not necessary. The firepower here is enough for us. Any more will only affect our flexibility."

The marksmanship is accurate enough that a single bullet can kill someone.

No, even if you bring a big pineapple light machine gun to the door, it will be in vain.