My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Buzz~"

The subway started shaking.

After a few booms, he plunged into the tunnel.

Ethan and Reese's fists were separated. They stood with their backs to each other, looking at the two cars in front and behind respectively. There were shadows of people behind the partition door, and fierce eyes were staring at them.

Gives people a huge sense of oppression.

"Mr. Morgan."

Reese held one hand in front of him and said in a deep voice: "I know it's not the time to say this, but I hope not too many people will die. You should understand that this is New York, not a country town."

"Um."

Ethan snorted.

Of course I know this, this is the largest city in the United States, and it is still on public transportation.

Injured or disabled, no matter what.

With Phillips' ability, he can suppress the matter completely.

But if more than ten or twenty people die, no matter what the reason, it will be a shocking case that can attract national attention, and this kind of attention is something I don't want.

"Carter."

Reese looked at his companion again with a solemn expression: "What you have to do is control Quinn."

"Do you understand me?"

Although he was unwilling, Carter could only nod his head.

Unless absolutely necessary, her main task was to control Quinn. However, as the compartment door opened, the black policewoman's face soon became covered with sweat.

This level is very difficult to pass.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and vicious gang members slowly poured in from the front and back.

Be it physical size or number of people.

We all looked like little sheep being targeted by wolves. To outsiders, this was definitely a crushing and tragic scene.

Looking at the group of people opposite, Ethan frowned.

The dozen or so guys were all burly black men. These people were not easy to deal with. Under the influence of drug abuse all year round, they had built-in damage reduction buffs. Even a Taser shot might not knock them down.

The old men standing in front had dark eyes and white eyes, and the daggers in their hands were shaking.

Look at this posture.

He's not just any bastard.

At least they all have some experience in street fighting.

Although he was wearing a bulletproof vest, it could only protect his torso. If he was hit anywhere on his body, he would be at a disadvantage.

Not to mention that Lao Yinbi might be hiding behind the crowd at any time.

Ethan didn't believe that all the people with guns were left on the platform. These people were gang members, not idiots, and they couldn't possibly think that the people in the carriage didn't have guns.

The same scene also happened to Reese.

More than a dozen Latino gang members came in one after another, which was extremely oppressive.

The carriage is small.

There was no room in the aisle, and some people even jumped onto the seats on both sides, weapons in their hands ready to move.

"Why don't you save everyone the trouble."

The gang of old black men separated, and one of them, an unusually tall bald man, walked forward with a baseball bat. The dull voice continued: "I promise you one thing, I will do it very cleanly."

"I promise you won't feel any pain."

"What's the condition like?"

"Um?"

Ethan stood sideways and shook his head slightly: "Not very good, mainly because I want you to feel pain!"

Just fight, no nonsense.

As soon as these words came out, the bald man's face turned dark red.

"Fakeyu."

"Kill this white boy."

Accompanied by angry curses, a dozen black men rushed forward in a swarm, holding their weapons high and rushing toward Ethan with saliva splashing everywhere.

"Shua~"

The latter grinned and Glock quickly pulled out.

The expressions of the old black men who rushed to the front became panicked at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their thick lips trembled as if they wanted to say something.

In this case, fists and kicks are the default, right?

Get a gun.

What a skill!

"Bang~"

Looking at the old gangsters rushing towards him with their claws and teeth bared, Ethan's smile turned ferocious. He put the pistol on his waist and pulled the trigger indiscriminately in front of him. The sound of gunfire exploded rapidly in the car.

The muzzle flames flashed into a ball, and the bullets swept forward like a gust of wind.

Because they deliberately suppressed their shooting, the whizzing bullets hit the lower bodies of these guys one after another.

"ah!!!"

"damn it."

Carter's eyes widened and he watched blankly as blood mist exploded from thighs one after another, and many people's knees became shattered. Screams resounded through the carriage, and the people in front rolled into a ball following the momentum just now.

Okay.

This guy was as straightforward as before. He thought he would use a gun, but he didn't expect to shoot like this from the beginning.

On the other hand, Reese's side is full of dangers.

The guy swooped forward and got into a fight with the Latino gangsters.

Hearing the intensive gunshots from behind, his face darkened for a moment. He thought that the other party had listened to what he just said. But now it seems that he is still in the same style as before, and has not changed at all.

In fact, Ethan really listened, otherwise all the bullets in the magazine would go to his head.

At such a close distance, the bullets are guaranteed to hit the target.

There's no way to get a headshot.

He could only sweep a wave first, disrupt the enemies, and then charge forward with bare hands to fight against a group of old black men. He couldn't do such a thing.

The magazine was emptied and the pistol was thrown forward like a meteor.

The muscles in his legs swelled violently, and he stepped forward. He did not retreat but advanced, rushing toward the sheep like a tiger.

"Snapped."

The rapidly rotating pistol landed accurately on the bridge of an old black man's nose.

There was a sound of fractures and blood splattered everywhere.

With the speed and speed of the one-pound empty gun, the power was no different from a punch. The guy immediately opened the dyeing workshop, subconsciously raised the hand that was touching his lower back, covered his face and howled.

Ethan followed closely behind.

In one breath, he came to the strong bald black man just now.

"Fakeyu!"

The guy covered his thigh with one hand, roared and swung the baseball bat at him, wanting to break the white boy's legs.

The weak attack was dodged with a slight jump.

When he landed, Ethan accidentally stepped on the bald man's arm. With his weight of more than 100 kilograms, and his precise angle control.

The moment the hands and feet came into contact, the former instantly bent at a weird angle.

"Click!"

The sound of fractures was clearly audible.

"ah!!!"

The strong black man's little tongue trembled crazily.

At the same time, the sharp dagger pierced the air and stabbed rapidly towards Ethan's neck. The blade was pointed directly at the aorta. The eyes of the afro-headed Lao Hei holding the handle of the knife were red, showing a trace of madness.

Amazing reflexes come in handy at this time.

Ethan quickly turned sideways to avoid Li Mang.

When the dagger passed in front of him, his eyes were reflected on the shining blade, and a trace of dirty blood was clearly visible in the blood groove.

“Too slow!!!”

He grabbed the afro-headed Lao Hei's arm as fast as lightning, followed the opponent's momentum of flying into the air, twisted his waist and swung it hard, and the latter flew into the air and hit the handrail erected in the car with a bang.

There was another loud bang and fell to the ground. (End of chapter)