My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

When the grenades exploded one after another, Ethan had already gotten into the fire corridor.

The battle begins here as well.

The back-shaped staircase is extremely spacious, and bullets fly back and forth upstairs and downstairs. The sound of gunfire in this place almost makes your ears burst, and countless small holes are opened on the cement steps and the ground by the bullets.

"Bang."

Just as he figured out the situation, someone fell from the sky and hit the ground hard.

Beatrice leaned against the wall and launched a fierce attack on it.

Gunfire illuminated her face.

The top female killer should not be underestimated either. With Ethan's delay, she had already killed two people in the fire stairway, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

Upstairs, the firepower was equally fierce.

The empty shells were thrown on the stairs with a clang, bouncing and falling down. Several people fired at each other, blocking her position.

You can’t be pinned down here on the first floor, you must have room to move around.

If you have some things, you must be prepared for others to have them too. You cannot underestimate the weapons and equipment collection ability of a killer organization. If you are trapped in such a small corner, two grenades will really fall.

That power can knock them out.

The Colt in Ethan's hand had reappeared, and he fired several shots at the barrel protruding from it.

Even though the other person just passed by for a fleeting moment.

But his accurate marksmanship was vividly displayed here. The small barrel of the gun was hit unexpectedly, and when sparks were ejected, the man holding the gun stumbled suddenly, and his body tilted to one side.

"Bang~"

The last bullet was hammered down hard by the hammer.

Gunpowder burns rapidly.

The warhead came out of the gun, spun upward at high speed, smacked into the man's temple, and rushed out with a stream of blood from the other side.

The guy's head moved.

Without making any sound, his body fell over the short iron guardrail of the stairs, and he rolled and fell from the second floor.

"Load!"

Beatrice growled and stepped back quickly.

"Uh-huh."

Colt firmly inserted the holster of the gun back into his thigh, and Ethan quickly picked up the MP5 submachine gun under his arm. He quickly moved forward and exchanged positions with her in just one breath.

"Pfft~~~"

The short and powerful submachine gun roared.

The two people squatting in the corner above had just heard Beatrice's call and were standing up to launch an attack. However, they were pushed back hard by several rounds of bullets and twitched in the corner.

The rising mist dyed the entire corner red.

Ethan's figure moved quickly, darted upwards, and came to the corner.

"Clang."

Something bounced towards him from above and rolled to his feet. His heart beat violently, pumping his blood extremely powerfully.

Adrenaline hormones surge like crazy.

When the grenade jumped, he could clearly see every stripe on the surface.

Holding the handle of the gun tightly, he drew out his right foot like lightning.

Steady, accurate and ruthless.

With a kick, he hit the grenade that suddenly flew down, and the latter flew high at a faster speed on the patio of the zigzag staircase.

"Bang!!!"

The violent explosion echoed in the fire stairs.

Ethan's ears trembled violently, and he felt a constant buzzing, and could only hear a few weak howls.

Dizziness.

Cement debris crackled on his body, and another severed arm fell in front of him. There was a trace of heat coming out of it, which made people feel sick just looking at it.

He ignored the impact of the explosion and continued to rush upward.

at the same time.

The fire door on the second floor burst open with a bang, and several ferocious-looking guys rushed out. Ethan's eyes widened with anger and he was the first to pull the trigger. The MP5 submachine gun continued to sound, and bullets poured upward like raindrops.

The two of them rolled back with blood mist.

Another man was shot in the abdomen and fell forward while roaring.

This guy kept tumbling down the stairs. Although the gun in his hand fell, he still desperately took out the dagger from his waist and stabbed Ethan with a cold light.

"Click."

MP5 submachine gun air fire.

The man threw himself in front of him, his arms already raised.

As if on conditioned reflex, Ethan stomped forward with his combat boots like lightning. He stomped his foot diagonally hard on the guy's neck, causing his head to hit the concrete steps backwards.

Can't quite hear the sound though.

But it was still obvious that the opponent's neck bones were broken instantly.

At this time, the opponent's dagger also stabbed his leg, but he lost the strength to support it. The sharp tip of the dagger broke through his pants and entered the skin less than a centimeter before he was forced to stop, unable to penetrate any further.

"Hmph~"

He gritted his teeth and let out a cold snort, and the stinging pain on his leg made him grind hard again.

The old black man at his feet tilted his head to one side, his eyes quickly dimmed, and his raised arm fell weakly on the stairs, causing the dagger to bounce and fall downstairs.

After stomping this man to death, Ethan dropped his MP5.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out the two Glocks from his waist, and continued to charge upward.

The two guns fired together, making a crisp sound.

The grenade kick just now was all based on luck, and luck cannot always be on your side. You must take this opportunity to kill all the remaining people on the stairs. As the saying goes, kill him while he is sick.

The gunfire flashed and the trigger was pulled wildly.

The people above who were injured or stunned by the explosion were all taken away by him in one wave. Before they could recover from the explosion, all of them returned home.

At this time, the movement in the fire staircase finally stopped.

Ethan leaned against the wall, gasping for air.

While he was on guard, his other hand quickly rubbed his ears, trying to restore his hearing as soon as possible, and his mouth kept opening and closing as if yawning.

I don’t care if it works or not, let’s try it.

He was now aiming his gun steadily at the fire door on the third floor, guarding against someone suddenly rushing out from inside.

This fire staircase is safe for them for the time being. The stairs to the fourth floor have been blocked. They can only cross the second floor to the third floor. The passage upwards is elsewhere.

"Jesus."

Beatrice quickly passed through the fire door on the second floor, dodging the corpses on the ground and came to Ethan:

"I'll be on guard, you can reload!"

The sound is a bit erratic, but it can be heard clearly.

Ethan retracted his hands at the same time, quickly inserted the two Glocks back into his tactical belt, then took out the spare magazines from his waist and put them in both the AR15 and the submachine gun. The empty magazines were thrown to the ground.

There were bullet casings everywhere.

Bodies were lying everywhere, and blood was dripping down the steps.

A scene from hell.

In a real battle, no matter how accurate your marksmanship is, you can't guarantee that you can kill a person with one bullet. You have to suppress it and make additional shots.

This thing consumes very quickly.

Changing the magazine here is also a temporary break.

It seems that he is just firing a gun, with no major movements, but under the mental pressure of being hit by a bullet at any time, he must maintain a high degree of concentration in all movements of the body, which consumes a lot of physical energy.

On the stairs, both of them were breathing very heavily.