My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

There was dead silence in the bar.

Everyone turned their attention to Calvin, waiting for the other party to make a decision.

No one is timid who can come here.

Coupled with the fact that they had been drunk and brainwashed just now, they were eager to make something happen.

Maggie!

Calvin stood blankly, thinking of this name in his mind.

The cop showed up with an arrest warrant in hand.

Everyone in the bar had just learned of the news that Watts had been killed. Except for Maggie, he could not think of any other possibility. The other party must have gone to the police station to report the crime, which led to the situation in front of him.

His wife actually called the police to arrest him.

Even she is a traitor! ! !

Calvin was feeling dizzy, and the veins on his forehead were swollen with anger.

His mind was spinning wildly, thinking of countermeasures.

Even if he wanted to seek revenge on that woman, he had to get out of the predicament first.

"Can you believe it?"

He turned around and met the gazes, his expression half-smiling but not smiling: "There is actually a red-skinned person who came to our place and wants to take me away!"

Redskin is a derogatory term for the indigenous people.

But it's normal for people like them to say it.

With extreme anger in his tone, Calvin pulled out the Colt placed behind his back and shouted again: "Can you believe it? Those redskins came to our territory wearing law enforcement uniforms."

The white supremacists inside took out their firearms without saying a word.

His face also showed anger and displeasure.

In their view, this was a naked humiliation of the Aryan Brotherhood.

outside the door.

Looking at the motionless cabin bar, the Indian male police officer was a little at a loss.

"Raven."

The mayor's voice sounded on his shoulder: "If you talk more forcefully, you don't need me to teach you about this, right?"

Now it's official action.

There are many people and mixed opinions.

No matter what you want to do, there must be a reason. You can't just come up and shoot. Different identities have to play different rules of the game.

If you were doing private work, you would definitely pick up an RPG and blast it in now.

But that can't be done now.

"clear!"

After Raven nodded in response, he immediately pressed the cutter's intercom in his hand: "Calvin Bunker, don't think about doing anything, just pick up your butt and get out."

"here."

"Bang~"

Halfway through his words of ridicule, a bullet broke through the window, pierced the car door hard, and ejected a stream of sparks.

This movement frightened Raven.

Several patrol officers outside immediately lowered their heads and huddled behind the bulletproof car doors. At the same time, they quickly raised their weapons and pointed them in the direction of the bar.

"Fakeyu, Tiaozi."

Inside the bar, a loud roar sounded.

"The suspect is extremely dangerous." Brock seized the opportunity and shouted into the walkie-talkie: "And possesses anti-personnel weapons, open fire freely!!!"

American police officers don't just get beaten.

If you don't do some work of emptying the magazine, you won't be worthy of the badge on your chest.

The moment Brock's voice rang out, the eight people in the police car almost simultaneously pulled the triggers frantically at the old bar dozens of meters away, shooting indiscriminately.

Everyone knows that it is full of Aryan white supremacists.

So I started firing without any hesitation.

Dozens of bullets swarmed towards the Iron Cross Bar. The thicker parts could barely block it, but most of the bullets were like paper under the heavy firepower and were torn apart in an instant.

When it hits someone, a cloud of blood mist immediately rises.

The bottles and cans on the table were swept away and exploded, and the glass wine splashed everywhere.

In an instant, several people were shot dead.

"fight back!"

Calvin lay on the ground and roared, the Colt in his hand firing loudly at the outside: "Kill all those redskins!!!"

They are not all stupid.

They had already dispersed before opening fire and found various corners to hide. The new leader of the Brotherhood was now hiding behind the bar. The thick bar was enough to avoid the gunfire in front of him.

He didn't need to remind him that the person in the house had already pulled the trigger.

A guy with a bad temper picked up a wooden table and rushed towards the window, the submachine gun in his hand bursting with flames.

Bullets shattered the window glass.

This ferocious firepower easily tore off the front windshield of a Crown Victoria, and the patrol officer in that car was so frightened that he hurriedly huddled behind the car door to avoid this fierce attack.

What comes, goes.

Several patrolmen turned their guns and fired bullets at the window.

"Puff puff puff~"

More than ten bullets blasted the wooden table into pieces.

The sharp sawdust accompanied by the deformed warhead crashed into the body of the guy who raised the submachine gun, and then emerged from behind him. It looked like a dozen blood flowers blooming on his body at the same time.

It looks extremely gorgeous.

"Bang."

The whole body and the table fell heavily to the ground, and blood and smoke flew up.

"Farke."

This terrifying scene made the guy opposite Calvin tremble with fear. Some people usually show off their power, but when they really want to show their strength, they will soon be beaten back to their original shape and their true nature will be exposed.

After yelling, he immediately grabbed the window with trembling hands.

Just jump through the window and escape.

"damn it."

Calvin's eyes widened with anger, and Colt moved quickly in his hand to make the guy who escaped from the battle pay the price.

"Bang~"

After a muffled sound, the head of the guy holding the window suddenly exploded by a third, and the red and white stuff splashed back and slapped Calvin in the face in a sticky mess.

He raised his hand blankly and touched a small piece of unknown object that was still warm.

At this time, the window-picking man fell back and fell to the ground.

As the shotgun roared, the sound of the gunfire also became three-dimensional. Bullets were everywhere, pouring into the house from all directions. The vast majority of the Aryan white supremacists had nowhere to hide and were constantly knocked over.

"Ah~~~"

Looking at his brothers and sisters who kept falling, Calvin roared in despair.

This is a damn murder! ! !

A wisp of white smoke curled up from the shotgun muzzle.

Seeing that half of the guy's head was blown off by his own shot, Ethan smiled with satisfaction. The palm of his hand holding the handguard pumped rapidly. The empty cartridge case flew out from the ejection port, and the bullet was reloaded.

The effective range of a shotgun is farther than ordinary people imagine. It is no problem to hit a window at least twenty meters away.

Click.

Bang!

The sound was quite rhythmic, as Ethan kept pumping the shotgun and firing against the wall of the Iron Cross Bar.

It doesn’t matter if he has anyone or not, we’ll talk about it later.

Although it seems a bit too bullying, no one is coming out to complain now, right?

At the end of the day, the U.S. police’s top priority is.

It’s to remove the suspect’s threat!

Brock also relied on the tree trunk, aiming at the place where he thought someone might be hiding and constantly firing the shotgun. Instead of being passively beaten, he preferred to dump all the bullets on the enemy. (End of chapter)