My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Before the other party could shout, Ethan thrust the dagger into her chest.

Because of his experience, he knows the position very accurately.

Everything was so unobstructed, the sharp blade avoided the horizontal bones, just like piercing leather, and the dagger more than ten centimeters long easily pierced the violently beating heart inside.

The Mexican female killer suddenly lost all strength and could no longer pull the trigger.

Her mouth was tightly covered.

His eyes showed a pleading look, full of desire to live.

At this time, Ethan had already wrapped the other person tightly like a python, feeling the rhythm of life slowly disappearing until the strong body turned into a puddle of mud.

No movement was made, and a living life quietly disappeared from the world.

Licking on the edge of the knife.

Naturally, you have to be prepared to be stabbed to death at any time. There is nothing to say about this thing.

When it came to the battle, Ethan had no mercy.

With a cold face, he released the limp body, picked up the submachine gun in the opponent's hand, and slowly pulled out the dagger, wiped it on the opponent's body and put it back into the scabbard on his thigh.

At this time, the remaining three light spots had touched the front of him.

Ethan smiled lightly and quickly climbed up the slope.

The two figures not far ahead were searching carefully. This was the case in this dark environment. Sometimes, if you were not careful, you would turn from hunter to prey.

And now.

I am still the hunter!

With a grin, he turned the submachine gun into fully automatic mode, pointed it at the two figures and pressed the trigger hard.

"Pfft~~~"

A flame suddenly lit up in the dark night.

With the deafening sound of gunfire, dozens of bullets in the magazine turned into chains of fire and were drawn forward, hitting the two people with crackling sounds and tearing their bodies apart instantly.

In less than a second, the sound stopped abruptly.

Ethan quickly threw away his submachine gun and moved like a ghost along these small slopes and ditches.

Juarez is a city in a desert area. It has both large areas of flat land and rolling hills. The height is only about two or three meters, so it doesn't look so inconspicuous.

But at the critical moment, this is the bunker.

When he fired, he also exposed his whereabouts. After the gunman above was sure that he was not one of his own, bullets came whizzing towards him.

But the speed was always a beat slower than him.

Pillars of smoke continued to rise behind him, and banging gunfire started chasing him wildly. Ethan turned forward excitedly, gunfire erupted from the Glock in his hand, and with a snap, he killed the remaining gunman. Explode.

After two consecutive rolls, his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The gunshots also stopped quickly. This kind of hide-and-seek was a clear game for him with radar.

In less than a minute, all four people who wanted to ambush him were killed, but now is not the time to relax. He has solved the problem on his side, but Beatrice still needs support.

Ethan gritted his teeth and picked up the AR15 he had just placed, bent over and flew to the side.

Gunfire flashed.

Less than two hundred meters away from him, the battle began, and figures could be seen shaking in the distance.

Ethan stopped and quickly knelt down on one knee.

While bringing up a puff of smoke, he also raised the assault rifle and suddenly pulled the trigger on the figure wearing the same tight-fitting clothing.

"Bang~"

The flying warhead exploded a cloud of mist in the man's chest.

Glancing at the guy who fell to the ground before she fired, Beatrice immediately turned the gun and pulled the trigger frantically in the other direction. Several bullets hit the man who jumped out from behind the mound.

Regardless of whether it is within the shooting range of the gunman in the distant building.

After firing the shot, she immediately rolled over and left the original place with a few tactical moves.

When Ethan came over, he only saw three corpses lying in a pool of blood. One of them had his neck wiped by Beatrice, and the other two were killed by him from a distance or randomly shot by the female killer.

"Are you OK?"

He leaned against a bush and asked in a low voice: "These people shouldn't be able to do anything to you. You have a title, don't you?"

"certainly."

Beatrice quickly crawled over with her hands on the ground: "There is no movement from this thing. Whoever is in charge of the command inside has cut off the communication channel."

As she spoke, she threw a small object over.

There was a lot of blood on the walkie-talkie and headset, which must have been pulled from the corpse.

"correct."

The female killer leaned to the side and gasped and asked: "Did that magical sixth sense tell you what the next Powerball number will be? This is amazing. How did you detect the movements of those people?"

"My ears are very good."

Ethan mumbled a word and pulled the travel bag he had just picked up in front of him.

It's time to attack inside.

Before that, let’s set off a big firecracker.

Don't think that this is just an ordinary thing. This thing can create huge psychological pressure on people once it is released.

"Give me!"

Beatrice's eyes lit up, she gritted her teeth and grabbed the rocket launcher: "Don't worry, I know which direction to hit this damn place."

"All right!"

After all, the other party was more familiar with him, so Ethan shrugged and said it didn't matter.

He took out a huge grenade from the bag, then took out a small cylindrical object and quickly unscrewed the shell, then tore off the oil paper, and the green propellant appeared in his hand.

Quickly twist the propellant against the tail of the grenade, and the rocket will soon be ready.

The same steps are repeated for the second one. RGP is enough for use outside. It is more convenient to use a grenade in the building.

During this period, Beatrice also quickly opened the sight.

The two of them cooperated very skillfully. Ethan aligned the positioning gap and inserted the assembled rocket into it steadily.

"Wait a minute."

He whispered a reminder, then grabbed the remaining grenade and bent down to move his position.

Once the rockets are launched, it will be like holding up a torch. No kidding, there is still a certain degree of danger at this time, and there is no need to take that risk.

When Ethan ran away, Beatrice took a deep breath.

She lifted the RPG onto her shoulders and slowly emerged from the side of the slope.

The failure of strangulation just now made the freight company seem very quiet, with only some deserted lights shining on the key passages.

The sight moved slightly, but she didn't aim at any area on the second floor.

Instead, it targeted an inconspicuous house.

She slowed her breathing and pressed the trigger hard. She saw two flames bursting out at the front and rear of the rocket launcher, followed by a stream of white smoke whistling toward the inside. The grenade broke through the window and plunged into the room.

"Bang~"

The small house at the far end of the building instantly made a violent explosion, and Ethan could see the fire and the flying debris from a long distance away.

The power of this thing is unambiguous at all.