My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Brock raised his eyebrows.

His face was a little heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Can."

After a few seconds, he nodded heavily: "But the firepower of that gang of robbers is very fierce. Put on your body armor and bring all the rifles. You have five minutes to prepare and then gather here!"

After the words fell, the several town police officers sitting there all stood up.

They all started making preparations for action.

This was a perfectly normal command, but it made Bunker lick his lips and breathe heavily.

There are eight people here.

Normally, I would have set off directly.

However, Brock's move was also expected. Ethan had told him in advance that under normal circumstances, the other party would definitely make time to inform him.

This is a perfect time difference.

If Cruz was undercover, she would never pass up this opportunity.

Bunker moved his eyes and fell on the back of his colleague. The other party was walking into the locker room with another newly recruited policewoman. The place was no longer within the scope of his surveillance.

And Brock also walked upstairs in a hurry.

With a heavy breath, Bunker put his hand into his pocket, found the spare mobile phone specially used to contact Ethan, and sent the text message he had edited in advance.

Turning around, he strode to the equipment room.

The answer to all this will be revealed in a few minutes.

"Ding~"

There was a crisp buzz from the phone, and a message popped up on it.

Just an Arabic numeral 1.

The scarlet cigarette butt flickered, followed by a thick puff of smoke.

Ethan took a sip of whiskey and looked at the phone. Receiving this number meant that Bunker had dropped the fishhook. His expression looked very solemn. If the phone rang within thirty seconds.

It proved that Brock had no other ideas and informed himself immediately.

Any later and it's possible that someone else will be contacted first.

Even if no one from the Aryan Brotherhood comes over later, Brock's actions at this time will more or less affect how he handles him in the future.

"Buzz."

Within ten seconds, the phone vibrated.

"This is Morgan."

"I'm Brock." The voice on the other side lowered his voice and said hurriedly: "Damn it, has your friend been staying in Banshee Town and preparing to attack Watts? He has been exposed."

"Hurry up and notify us to evacuate."

"I can only delay it for five minutes and let him pack his things and run away!"

"OK."

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and replied in a deep voice: "I'll notify him right away."

The other person stopped talking and immediately hung up the phone.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, he frowned and continued to look outside. He didn't know what to pray for now. The facts would tell him the answer.

In order to do a full set, someone has to be here.

Forget about the candy.

Don't be careful and get caught, so he can only guard here by himself.

The curtains fluttered, and it was pitch black when looking out from the second floor.

From this angle, he could observe any passing vehicles outside, ensuring that he would not miss any movement. He stubbed out the cigarettes one after another, wisps of smoke rose, and time passed by.

A few beams of light pierced the night and came from the gaps between the trees.

Moves very fast.

Ethan's heart beat faster. He bit down on the cigarette butt and quickly grabbed the phone. It had only been five minutes since Bunker sent the text message.

In other words, the people from the police station are preparing to leave.

He squinted his eyes and looked out the window again, only to see those few rays of light disappear in an instant, and everything returned to its original appearance.

This sneaky movement must be coming here.

Cruz!

Ethan bit the cigarette butt, and a puff of smoke blew out the window.

Even though he was prepared in his heart, when he finally confirmed that it was the tight policewoman, his face still turned extremely ugly. Interestingly, it was really a trick.

Looking back, everything makes sense.

I remember Carly once told herself that the two people who came to collect the protection money only started pushing after Cruz came over.

This should be a deliberate choice of conflict in one's own place.

Watts appeared immediately afterwards to distract him, and finally arranged for several people to seek revenge on Cruz. One by one, he aroused his guilt and allowed her to successfully get close to him.

Everything we did before was just foreshadowing.

Under normal circumstances, if you see others being attacked for your own sake, you will treat them as friends no matter what.

If you offer to be a black glove for yourself, you won't be rejected so easily.

Damn it, everything is a routine.

It is estimated that the conflict in the alley was planned for him. If he had not continued to go to the same place for lunch that day, Cruz and those few people would not have been able to fight at all.

The feeling of being calculated is really uncomfortable.

But now that we know who it is, everything is like the dark clouds parting and finally seeing the light of day.

No need to worry anymore.

Ethan grabbed the AKM assault rifle that was standing next to him and pulled the bolt hard. Now that everything was coming together, the plan he had thought of before could be officially implemented.

If you want someone from the Aryan Brotherhood to accompany your wife and then defeat the army, you have to do yourself a big favor in the end.

In just a moment, the lane below was full of people.

At least seven or eight men wearing black hoods appeared under his nose. Looking at the movement, it was obvious that there were others following behind. They were approaching quickly with long and short guns.

It can be seen that these people should have received simple military training.

Every move is spot on.

These people quickly dispersed and it was time to surround the house.

Ethan turned sideways with a cigarette in his mouth, skillfully placed the butt of the gun on his shoulder, put his finger on the cold trigger, and aimed his sights at the people on the left.

Pull the trigger hard!

"Bang bang bang~"

The unique crisp sound of the AK gun clan sounded, and a large ball of flame spurted out from the muzzle.

The glass was smashed to pieces by the high-speed projectiles, flying everywhere like crystal rain. The lights in the room shone brightly on the broken glass, which was particularly gorgeous in the dark night.

Such a beautiful scene, but full of murderous intent.

Several people who were bending forward on the left were hit by bullets that hit their lower bodies. Pillars of mud were raised from the ground, and clouds of blood mist also exploded. Each of these unlucky guys were knocked over before they could take action.

"ah!!!"

"Farke, my legs."

"help me!"

The screams rang through the night like sirens.

When he deliberately pressed the gun, half a round of bullets tore the legs of the three men to pieces in an instant.

He probably won't die if he dies, but he will definitely be disabled.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

After knocking those people down, Ethan dodged and quickly took a few steps back. The next moment, a hail of bullets came like a gust of wind, hitting the window crazily and tearing it to pieces. .

"damn it."

"He found us, attack directly!"

With the screams and curses, the rain of bullets came more quickly, and the wooden exterior wall was broken by bullets, which continued to shoot into the house. (End of chapter)