My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at the weapon accessories covering more than half of the bed, Beatrice was already a little sluggish.

She thought it would be a big deal to buy more guns.

But what the hell is an RPG?

There are also grenades and submachine guns. . .

"Did you rob a small arsenal?" The female killer grabbed the rocket launcher and weighed it in her hands. After making sure it was not a fake, she looked at Ethan in confusion: "What channel are you using? "

"How can you buy so many things in such a short period of time?"

Even if you find those arms dealers you once knew, you may not be able to buy such sophisticated equipment. They are basically popular products like AK.

Everything here is good now.

The official price of the MP5 submachine gun alone is more than one thousand US dollars. This was bought from a gun dealer, and the price will go up.

Generally speaking, gun dealers rarely prepare such high-end products.

Especially here in Juarez.

Human life is too cheap to use such a good thing.

"Do not ask."

Ethan opened the bullet box and quickly pressed into the spare magazine: "I won't tell you if you ask me. Anyway, Bill definitely doesn't know what kind of weapons we bring to the door."

He usually brings a lot of firearms with him when he goes out.

What's more, this time, it was obvious that he was going for the killer organization.

Before leaving Banshee Town, he went alone to collect a batch of items from the underground weapons warehouse in Proctor's small barn, and what he took out now was only part of it.

Beatrice shrugged and stopped talking.

She sat on the bed with Ethan, grabbed a handful of bullets and kept pressing them into the magazine, and the room became quiet.

There was only a clicking sound.

The female killer's expression looked very focused, and she poured all her emotions into the bullets in her hands. In a few hours, all these emotions would be poured out with the gunfire.

Golden hair fell from her face.

Although he held bullets symbolizing violence and death in his hands, his whole person was a little more flexible.

"Why do you look at me like this?"

Of course Beatrice could feel the glances thrown at her from time to time. She pursed her lips and raised her eyelids slightly.

"nothing."

Ethan inserted the filled magazine into the MP5, pulled the bolt, removed the magazine, and added another bullet: "I never noticed before that you are actually a woman, and you are quite good-looking!"

This female killer is about the same height as herself.

One pair of legs is extremely slender.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, her tight jeans were tight and her curves were quite alluring.

A tight-fitting vest on the upper body.

It's not as small as I thought, and it's quite feminine.

"Crack!"

Beatrice pulled the bolt of the gun simply, held the handle of the gun and looked at him sideways: "Mr. Morgan, what are you saying?"

"Am I a man in your eyes?"

Well, that strong murderous aura is almost beyond words.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan chuckled and threw the submachine gun aside: "You know it's not that, it's just the feeling you gave me before. Forget it, I mean we are more like a murderous partner, right?"

When the other party is about to explode.

He jumped up from the bed, waved his hand quickly and said, "Just pretend I didn't say anything and pack up the equipment. I need a comfortable hot bath before taking action."

Picking up the clothes, Ethan took three steps and two steps to get into the bathroom.

"Uh-huh!"

Water gushed out from the shower head.

A faint stream of water vapor emerged from the bathroom, accompanied by a pleasant whistle. It could be heard that he was in a very happy mood. It was very necessary to relax his nerves before the gunfight.

inside the room.

Beatrice pursed her lips and fiercely pressed the bullet into the magazine.

"clatter."

A soft sound.

The magazine was full unknowingly, and the yellow-orange bullets fell on the bed sheets. She stared blankly for a few seconds and threw them aside.

The vest, just tear it off.

Revealing a body with scars everywhere and a shocking beauty.

Na Yingying grasped it.

Goosebumps quickly appeared.

Constantly rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

Beatrice glanced at the bathroom inside, gritted her teeth and made up her mind. After two or three blows, the tight jeans were discarded on the floor. She picked up a half-empty bottle of tequila on the bedside table and took a swig.

Then he took the wine bottle and walked inside with his slender legs.

Light on your feet.

Her upturned buttocks swayed as she walked, showing off her feminine charm. The tequila in the bottle also surged back and forth and collided with her waving arms.

"oh."

An exclamation rang out: "I'm taking a shower, what do you want to do?"

Beatrice put the tequila on the sink, pulled up her hair and knelt down on her knees, letting the water splash on her body: "Maybe we will all die later, what do you think I want to do before that?"

"Maybe it's time to prove to you that I am actually a woman!"

"etc."

Ethan took a breath, narrowed his eyes and said:

"I did not mean that."

"Hmm~"

The female killer tilted her head back, looked at Ethan with her blue eyes, and scratched the corner of her mouth with her thumb: "Mr. Morgan, do you want me to stop?"

"Stop talking and carry on!"

The latter grabbed the tequila and took a swig from the bottle: "That's just a customary courtesy, don't take it to heart."

The strong alcohol penetrated his throat, and a line of fire shot straight into his lower abdomen.

The diffuse white mist was quickly shredded by the restless figures.

Gradually it came to midnight.

It was supposed to be rest time, but the corner room of the motel seemed extremely busy. The two people, who were relaxed and slightly murderous, were wearing various weapons on themselves.

"Click."

The tactical belt was buckled tightly around him.

A leather sheath was also tied to his thigh, and Ethan quickly inserted the Colt and dagger into it.

In addition to a row of grenades on the side of the belt, there are also two Glocks inserted into it. Several spare magazines are inserted into the back waist, with pistols on the left and long magazines for submachine guns and assault rifles on the left.

Put them into different categories.

The MP5 is hung around the waist and fixed with a simple back buckle.

The whole person looked murderous.

"Take it."

Beatrice grabbed a leather jacket and threw it to him.

Ethan took the coat and put it on his body, and all the fierce and deadly weapons were immediately covered tightly. The female killer standing next to him was also dressed in the same outfit.

Her body is also covered with various weapons.

There was nothing unnatural about what happened just now.

Ethan has long since converted to the American way of thinking in this regard. Sometimes everyone just gets what they need. It’s no big deal for everyone to have friendly social activities. Let’s leave it as it is afterwards.

The idea of ​​being responsible for anything is completely non-existent.

He is like this.

So does Beatrice.

"call out."

When he grabbed the AR15 assault rifle and was about to put it behind his back, Ethan raised his eyebrows and whistled carefully to the female killer.

The latter reacted quickly.

The two separated quickly and hid in the corners of the room.