My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

There was a buzz in the sky and panic on the ground.

Not just men in suits.

Ethan also raised his head and looked upward. The strong wind rose out of thin air and rolled up his clothes. A helicopter roared towards him, and the searchlight pole it shot down was moving rapidly on the ground.

In an instant, the beam of light passed by them.

This beam of light shone brightly on the stunned black police officers. Everyone noticed the words FBI printed above and the heavy machine gun mounted next to the cabin door.

The large barrel of the gun made the black policemen terrified.

Many people were panicked.

They looked left and right one after another, quickly figuring out how to deal with it.

"Shet."

Ethan stared at the helicopter hovering in the sky with wide eyes, and punched Phillips on the shoulder: "Well done, this is indeed much faster than four wheels!"

"Damn~"

The bald detective grinned and rubbed his arms.

Although his teeth were grimace after being beaten, there was a bit of pride on his face.

He had already arranged for the helicopter to be on standby in the sky, and was constantly circling his position to ensure nothing went wrong.

Since you want to win over this guy.

If you don't show your ability, how can you do it?

"FBI."

The sound of trumpets rang in the sky, and he shouted: "You have been surrounded, put down your weapons and surrender immediately!"

"Hey~"

Among the HR members who were in a mess, the man in a suit had an idea. He quickly took off the police badge hanging on his belt, waved it in the sky and shouted: "This is the NYPD, damn, is there any misunderstanding?"

It doesn't matter whether you can hear it or not.

The most important thing is to use the police badge to attract the opponent's attention and prevent them from launching attacks casually.

"Knock it down."

The man in the suit shook his police badge, turned his head and yelled ferociously at the companion holding the AK next to him: "It's not that simple. The FBI will not come here for no reason and kill him."

"Kill the people here again and leave immediately."

"damn it."

Seeing his companion's hesitation, he roared again: "What are you afraid of? The FBI is also a human being. These guns are all sold by a sole proprietor. Who will find out about us?"

These words made the people around him ready to move.

A pair of fierce eyes looked up to the sky. A dog would jump over the wall in a hurry, let alone a human being.

If you don't fight to the death.

So to stay here is to sit and wait for death.

Each of the panicked HR members plucked up the courage to hold on to their guns and launch an attack on the helicopter above.

"WARNING SHOT!!!"

Ethan grabbed the walkie-talkie from Phillips' hand and yelled inside.

Dozens of guns were fired, not to mention whether the plane was okay.

Those HR will definitely take the opportunity to run away a lot.

After his voice sounded, the helicopter's heavy machine gun roared, and the bullet chain containing tracer bullets was quickly swallowed. A stream of light continued to pour downwards as the machine gunner controlled it.

"Bang~~~"

As the warhead hit the ground hard, a column of half-meter-high smoke exploded around the HR member who was holding up the gun.

"asshole."

"Don't shoot!!!"

This horrific scene instantly shattered their will to resist.

I didn't expect the people above to act so decisively. With the power of the heavy machine gun, even if it only hit the hands and feet, there is probably no chance of survival.

Before these people could react.

Several black Ford vans roared closer and stopped sharply about thirty meters away from them.

It brought up billows of smoke and dust.

One after another, heavily armed guys jumped out from behind the car, followed by the sound of dense footsteps, with bulletproof shields taking the lead, and the three of them formed a combat team and quickly surrounded the scene of the incident.

"FBI!!!"

"Drop your weapons, now!"

The screams resounded through the night sky.

Seeing these commandos wearing bulletproof vests, helmets, and holding standard weapons, the HR guys panicked and threw all kinds of firearms in their hands to the ground.

"Which department are you from?"

The man in the suit who was leading just now raised his hands and pretended to be calm and shouted: "The New York police are on duty, call your person in charge to come out, damn, this is New York."

Facing the black hole of the muzzle, his voice was a little stuttered.

But no one answered him.

The helicopter was still hovering in the sky, and the FBI assault team just surrounded them. After seeing these people throw away their guns, they made no next move.

A pair of black masks revealed only cold eyes.

This strange scene made the HR members look at each other with extremely uneasy expressions.

at the same time.

Xiao quickly pulled down the mask on his head, and looked at Phillips standing beside him with Ethan.

"I do not need."

The latter touched his old face and said happily: "This is what I do. After reaching a certain level, there is no need to hide my face. People who want my life can line up from here to Brooklyn."

He took the walkie-talkie and took the lead and walked forward.

The three of them quickly approached the scene, passed by the members of the commando team, and came to the man in the suit.

"Are you in charge?"

Finally seeing someone willing to show his face, the man in the suit quickly stepped forward with a calm face: "This is the New York Police Department, Detective Mitchell of the 107th Precinct. We received a tip that there are Eastern European gangs conducting illegal transactions here."

"So come here to arrest."

"Why do you FBI people point your guns at me?"

"hehe."

Phillips showed off the FBI badge hanging on his waist without smiling, "That's such a coincidence. I also received a tip that a group of corrupt police officers wanted to execute gang members for a large number of special items."

"Which one of the two of us do you think has the more accurate report?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Mitchell frowned, took out his cell phone from his pocket and continued: "The New York Police Department does not need to explain to you when handling cases."

Unlike before, they were already surrounded.

There is no room for resistance.

So he made up his mind to just kill the matter in one blow. The law enforcement was excessive now, and he could completely remedy it by pulling those people over just to scare them.

"Pa~"

The slaps whizzed by, and the phone flew high into the air.

"What are you doing?"

Mitchell looked at the phone that had fallen to the ground and glared at the man wearing a hood standing next to him.

"Detective."

Ethan shrugged, his eyes full of smiles: “Do you mind letting us check your car?”

I didn't come here to listen to his excuses.

Get it over with early.

Call it a day.

Without waiting for the other party to respond, he quickly pulled the guy's arm.

"Hey."

The detective still wanted to resist and struggled desperately: "Asshole, I will file a complaint against you."

"No problem." Ethan pointed his fingers like a knife, and while pulling the guy, he stabbed the guy's armpit hard like lightning: "My name is Robert Phillips, and I welcome your complaints at any time!"

With an inaudible muffled sound, Mitchell instantly turned into a soft-footed shrimp. (End of chapter)