My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

It is indeed a poisonous snake organization.

At the moment when the grenade exploded, the two approached the building.

At Beatrice's signal, he quickly found a broken glass window and entered. He also used a grenade to open the way, and then the AR15 fired, killing the two guys hiding in the corner in an instant.

But they also faced counterattacks.

Several guns fired at the same time, leaving them in a panic.

Nearly shot.

Fortunately, Ethan reacted quickly. He raised his gun like lightning and knocked one guy over. Beatrice also followed the gunfire and chased the other guy, leaving room to breathe.

Now, in the loading dock.

Surrounded by goods placed on pallets, the piles were piled more than two meters high, making it look densely packed.

It's like a maze.

"Don't chase after me." Ethan unloaded the empty magazine and put the spare one on it: "We are not going to kill everyone here, do you understand?"

"Make the purpose clearer."

He pulled the bolt and picked up the assault rifle: "Yes, they are all killers in the organization, but these people also have brains, even if only a few of them are scared."

"Then we'd all be in a lot less trouble."

Ethan really didn't believe that under the fear of death, everyone in the building would fight against him.

This is a killer organization, but it is only a killer organization. Ishii Yuren used the spirit of the samurai sword to brainwash her subordinates, and probably some other coercion and inducement, so that she got dozens of people to work for her.

In fact, when Aoyeya reached the back.

As long as he stops swinging the knife for a short moment, the remaining people will definitely collapse and run away, instead of falling into madness and dying.

It was Ethan who chose not to let go of those little cherry blossoms.

And no matter how bad Bill's reputation is, as long as he doesn't put micro bombs in the heads of those killers, there will always be people who get jealous and make plans after seeing the situation. These people can completely ignore it.

There is no need to have the idea of ​​​​wiping out all the people in the building.

"uh-huh!"

Beatrice was also a little scared. She took a few deep breaths, nodded and unloaded the magazine.

There were two bullets left in it, but she threw them away.

There is no need to save so little.

When you have the opportunity, you still have to try to keep yourself with sufficient ammunition. An empty gun at a critical moment can be fatal.

While she was reloading, Ethan looked around the indoor environment.

Just as I had thought before, the emergency lights hung sporadically on the wall were providing a weak light source. In a large space similar to a factory, this light made the surroundings appear darker.

It feels a bit like a horror movie.

Especially the murderous intent scattered inside and the dense dots of light on the radar make people secrete adrenaline hormones crazily.

"Huh~"

He exhaled a long breath and looked at Beatrice with bright eyes: "Which direction is upstairs?"

"I mean the fire stairs."

"Uh-huh!"

The latter waved his arms heavily and pointed to the left: "There are two safe passages, and the one closest to us is in that direction."

"GO!"

Ethan gripped the gun and moved forward quickly, and the female killer followed quickly, no longer one behind the other, but neck and neck.

Fighting in a small space, he has no fear of anyone.

The enemy's location is basically under control, and there is no need for him to hide. The firearm in his hand is spitting out flames wildly as he marches. Every time a few bullet casings are thrown out, a fresh life will be harvested.

Whether lying on a high place or hiding in a corner.

Blood-red flowers bloomed along the route the two were traveling.

Where there are many people, just throw a grenade.

After the explosion, some broken limbs would always fly up. He once again caused a bloody storm in Juarez with just one person. Beatrice was amazed by this high-efficiency rhythm of killing or injuring every time he shot.

Within such a distance, seven or eight people were killed by gunfire.

The moment the assault rifle was empty, Ethan let go of his hands and let it fall freely.

"Bah bang bang."

Before the long gun was tightened by the gun belt, Colt was instantly pulled out from his thigh, and while moving, he quickly pulled the trigger at the two men who rushed out from a distance.

The hammer slammed into the primer, and the crisp sound echoed.

The two guys who heard the sound were knocked over by several shots before they could even stand firm.

The red mist rose high.

Under the light of emergency lights, he slowly rose and fell.

"Dong~"

Seeing Beatrice's cautious look in front of the fire door, Ethan turned around and kicked the door open. Now, their rushing speed was so fast that it was completely unexpected by those upstairs.

The light spots in the corridor were quickly spiraling downward.

If for a few seconds at night, those people blocked the fire door with a few guns, it would be another problem.

"Get in!"

Following Ethan's rapid growl, Beatrice ducked in.

On the way here, there are always words like this.

Walk.

Stop.

Run quickly.

Simple and clear, what stands out is that a concise and concise statement can often avoid many dangers. With the blessing of bullets, you can get through unimpeded.

Not sloppy at all.

After the opponent got in, Ethan turned around and stood up, shaking his hands under his leather jacket. The Colt instantly turned into a grenade. The safety latch was pulled out in less than a second, and he threw it with a swing of his arm.

"咻咻咻~"

He moved quickly, using all the hand speed he had developed over the years.

Three grenades were raised high one after another towards the place where the footsteps were heard, and they flew forward in a spin. The distance was too far, so it was enough to have a similar position anyway.

Clang.

The sound of the grenade falling to the ground was like the sound of chains being pulled in hell.

The hearts of those who chased him trembled.

"Bang~~~"

The three fires flashed away, and the exploding fragments flew in all directions like a storm, causing a crackling sound.

The South American killer who rushed forward watched helplessly as the fragments flew up, swirled into the neck of the person in front of him, and then flew out from the other side, with a loud clanking sound embedded in the wooden box next to him.

In her eyes, the Eastern European man with extraordinary skills tilted his head at a strange angle as the fragments were pulled away.

A column of water spurted out.

Then the whole person fell to the ground with a crash, leaving only the body twitching slightly.

Smelling the bloody smell that filled her nostrils, the South American killer stopped abruptly. She stared at the body lying on the ground, a drop of sweat sliding down her face.

She looked towards the fire door with frightened eyes and squeezed the handle of the gun tightly.

"Farke!"

Cursing secretly, she turned around without saying a word and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Come here to make money.

She would not rush forward in a certain death situation.

There were two other people who made the same choice. The corpses on the ground set off alarm bells for them. Although they might face extremely cruel punishment afterwards, it was nothing compared to their own lives.

At worst, I'll just shoot myself when the time comes. (End of chapter)