My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Bang."

The cast-iron shell grenade rolled forward on the ground and landed at a person's feet in a blink of an eye. The man in black stretched out his foot desperately to kick it away, but not everyone can do this.

Especially when the enemy still controls time.

The tip of the shoe was still far away from the grenade, and the small jumping bomb exploded with a bang.

Suddenly a drizzle began to fall.

Crisp footsteps sounded.

Ethan faced the choking smoke and walked out from the corner. He waved his hand to brush away the small piece of flesh that had splashed on his shoulder. His expression was as if he was swatting a fly.

His body was already splattered with blood.

The coat also became tattered.

The AR15 was no longer carried, and the submachine gun disappeared without a trace. He only held a black and red Glock in his blood-stained hand, with red water droplets dripping from it.

When he saw the Iron Fist rocket launcher falling next to the guy who was killed, his left hand trembled slightly.

A few drops of blood slipped from the fingertips.

He rushed all the way from the third floor to the fourth floor. Although he was protected by a body armor and radar, he still suffered an arrow wound, and a large gash was opened on his left arm.

That's right, it's an arrow wound.

Or maybe it was a crossbow injury. That thing was extremely silent, leaving a gap in his arm with a hiss.

There was no time to hide.

I have seen all kinds of weapons, including long and short guns, grenades, compound crossbows, and rocket launchers. I was almost seriously injured several times. Even the bulletproof vest broke two small holes. Fortunately, there was a flap inside to block it.

With full firepower, he basically wiped out all the poisonous snakes without names.

The rest fled in all directions.

"Wait for me."

Beatrice groaned from behind and repeatedly called him to stop.

"How about you wait here!" Ethan checked the magazine and shrugged: "To be honest, you can't help now. Don't worry, I will leave Bill's life to you."

While talking, Beatrice limped up.

The thighs were tied up with a belt.

One step at a time, there are bloody footprints. The red marks are hers and others.

"No!!!"

Beatrice shook her head firmly, gritted her teeth and continued to move forward: "You don't know how long I have been waiting for this moment. Some things must be done by myself, no matter how many people are on the fifth floor."

"Besides, it's too dangerous for you to go up there yourself."

The woman held the submachine gun she had picked up in one hand, and clutched the grenade tightly in the other hand.

He looked determined to never give up.

After putting in so much effort, Beatrice would never allow herself to collapse at the last moment. Although there were severe pains in her legs, she endured it.

A few years of life have been lost, so this pain is nothing.

Ethan shrugged and slowed down his steps.

Unlike the other person who was still tense, he seemed much more relaxed. There were some things that Beatrice didn't know, but he could clearly observe that there were only two light spots left upstairs.

It doesn't matter if he takes her with him, as the two of them won't be able to stump him in the end.

Go over the bodies on the ground.

Ethan picked up the Iron Fist-3 rocket launcher that fell next to him, studied how to use it, and threw it over his shoulder.

I don’t know where Bill got this damn thing. He was hit twice and almost blew himself up to death. Beatrice was also stabbed in the thigh by a piece of broken wood from this thing.

Almost hit a major artery.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the stairs, and Ethan walked as fast as he could with a thirty-pound rocket launcher on his shoulders.

Beatrice followed behind with gritted teeth.

When they arrived on the fifth floor, both of them were a little stunned. The partition door was ajar, and the crisp sound of piano inside was flowing like mountain spring water, making them look very relaxed and happy.

I don’t know what kind of mystery they are taking care of.

They looked at each other, and after Ethan checked that there were no traps on the door, he gently pushed the door open with his Glock.

Unlike the eerie scene below, the lights on the fifth floor are still the same.

Everything here looks so magnificent, and all kinds of expensive ornaments can be seen everywhere. Just as Beatrice said, a spacious tennis court can be vaguely seen in the distance.

No doubt there is backup power up there.

Leaving a series of dirty footprints on the marble floor, the two of them walked forward carefully.

"Hahaha~"

At this moment, a burst of laughter sounded like silver bells.

The sound struck Beatrice like lightning, and her whole body became stiff and she stood there blankly.

That crisp laughter came again.

Ethan frowned and stopped. This was clearly a child's laughter, and he was definitely not very old.

"NO, NO, NO!!!"

Words of denial came out of Beatrice's mouth, but hope rose in her eyes.

Ignoring Ethan's obstruction, she dragged her injured leg and rushed forward quickly, not even bothering to hide herself, eager to verify her idea.

Turning the corner, she was stunned.

The weapons in his hands also fell to the ground one after another.

Her eyes turned red quickly, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, but she didn't make a sound, but her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

At this time, Ethan also came to her with a rocket launcher.

In the spacious living room, a little girl of about four or five years old was happily watching TV. Inside, Tom was chasing Jerry crazily, starting a series of farces.

The laughter sounded from her.

Her head with headphones on was shaking from side to side, and it was obvious that she was in a very good mood.

On the other side of the living room, a long-haired white man in his fifties or sixties was sitting in front of the piano. He had a hooked nose, a face full of wrinkles, and was dressed in loose linen clothes. He looked quite dignified.

The fingers struck hard, and the piano reverberated.

"My little dear."

A slightly magnetic voice sounded. Bill stood up with his hands on the chair and looked at the place where the footsteps came with a smile: "He is indeed the most powerful Black Mamba under my command. You can even get in here!"

"Those losers!"

"oh?"

He looked at Ethan in surprise and put his arms behind his back: "Who is this gentleman? Why have I never seen him before!"

In addition to having the bearing of a superior person.

When he was pointed at by rockets, he didn't show any fear at all. His back was straight and he still looked calm and calm. This kind of courage is not something ordinary people can possess.

He is worthy of being the leader of a killer organization, quite a bullshit.

"she..."

Beatrice ignored the nickname "Little Guaiguai" and pointed tremblingly at the little girl with her back turned to her, her eyes extremely complicated.

"That's right."

Bill picked up the wine glass placed on the piano, smiled and nodded:

"This is your daughter."

"If you can see the front, you will find that little Beatrice has the same blue eyes as you. It is a color that makes people feel enchanted. Thank God!"

"By the way, I gave her the same name as you."

"Now I see people."

The leader of the killer organization raised his other hand, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly: "Can you please kill the person next to you first, and then commit suicide?"