My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Same as broadcast prompt.

The subway lying on the track was motionless and had no intention of continuing to run.

Reese looked away and pursed his lips.

This is a very smart move by the HR organization, which completely eliminates the possibility of them changing to the subway and moving to other places.

Actually do this.

Not difficult.

A simple bomb threat can easily come true.

"We only have two routes to get to Federation Square in downtown." Carter pondered for a few seconds and said quickly: "The first route is the fastest, and that is to take the subway."

"no doubt."

Her eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and she pointed helplessly at the train next to her: "HR stopped this route!"

"What about the second one?"

He originally planned to leave the subway, but Ethan said he didn't care.

To be honest, New York is not very familiar to him, so it becomes natural for the other party to make plans.

"Take Route 278 to Brooklyn Bridge."

Carter licked his thick lips, squinted his eyes and said, "We need a car, but there are definitely roadblocks at major transportation points. Since Simmons can stop the subway, he will definitely think of this."

"Um."

Ethan moved his steps and walked towards the stairs with a sullen face: "Let's get out of here first."

The group of people hurried up the stairs, and the exclamations and screams sounded again below. It seemed that more people waiting for the bus noticed something strange in the car. When they heard this movement, they speeded up a bit.

Quinn still wanted to dawdle, but Carter, without saying a word, just hit him with an elbow.

Lao Hei suddenly became honest.

Arriving above, Ethan became a little more vigilant.

He searched for anyone he thought was suspicious. He would not be stupid enough to think that the attack would end when the subway stopped. In his opinion, the group of people just now were just the bottom of the food chain in the underground world.

A guy who can't even shoot a gun and can only rely on faith to shoot.

Now that the information has been exposed, more ferocious hyenas will smell the blood and pounce at any time.

underground tunnel.

The air smelled of urine.

From time to time, a few mice swaggered past, not afraid of the comings and goings of people at all.

A few dozen meters ahead is the subway exit.

There are street performers, homeless people, and citizens of all kinds in a hurry.

The strings of the piano sweep, the melodious melody echoes, and the country ballads sung by the old smoker's voice sound particularly charming. The phrase "A Hundred Miles" is repeated repeatedly, giving people an inexplicable sadness.

Ethan's pace couldn't help but slow down a bit.

"how?"

Carter then slowed down his pace and panted slightly: "You sang really well, but if you want to reward me, why not do it next time? Now is not the right time."

She just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

Even if you don't do anything, you still need to find a safe place to hide.

"I was just thinking."

Ethan simply stopped, took out the cigarette case with one hand, and skillfully shook one into his mouth: "A very interesting question."

"Click."

The flame of the lighter flickered, lighting up his eyes.

"Huh~"

Exhaling a puff of gray-white smoke happily, Ethan raised his arm with a smile, pointing the gun steadily forward: "Why do poor homeless people wear a pair of shiny leather shoes?"

"This question is really confusing."

Carter looked in the direction where his gun was pointing.

More than ten meters away.

A black man was slumped against the wall. In front of the guy were a plastic plate and paper with the words retired soldier vaguely written on them.

His head was lowered, and one hand was blocked by his body.

It looked like he was sitting slumped, but the guy's posture was very suitable for exerting force and could quickly change from still to still. Moreover, he was indeed wearing a pair of shiny brown leather shoes, which cost at least more than a hundred dollars.

It’s not that homeless people don’t deserve to wear nice things.

When they're lucky, it's no wonder they pick up anything.

It’s just that for the homeless people who rush to various relief stations all day long, there is absolutely no way or the inclination to maintain their shoes so cleanly.

"Shet."

"You have a gun, leave now."

"Call 911."

"Bichi, just leave, don't do anything stupid, I don't want to cause any trouble."

The raised pistol attracted the attention of ordinary citizens in the underground passage, and low voices sounded one after another. Some people looked frightened and turned around and backed away without saying a word, while others quickened their pace and left in a hurry.

Ethan did this on purpose, just to alert others.

As long as you show your weapons, those who have nothing to do with this matter will naturally leave, and those who stay will not be unjust if they die!

As messy footsteps sounded, Reese and Carter quickly drew their guns.

"I'm looking at the back."

Grabbing Quinn's arm, Carter was about to move aside.

"No."

Ethan bit the cigarette, grabbed Quinn's neck like lightning, dragged him in front of him and smiled happily: "Hahaha, our chief of staff can play a greater role!"

"What the hell do you want to do?"

The latter's scalp felt numb for a while, and he was so excited that he yelled: "This joke is not funny at all, and it is very shameless."

"rest assured."

Ethan shrunk and carefully hid behind Quinn: "I believe those people will never be willing to put bullets on you, be brave, don't just shoot each other!"

This was said easily, but the chief of staff was wary.

Bullets don't have eyes.

If this got too urgent, who knew what would happen? He clenched his fists hard and cursed wildly in his heart.

This sentence was also said to the two people next to him.

Although Reese and Carter had toothaches, they still felt that there was nothing wrong with what the other party did, but it just seemed a little too shameless.

The guitar stops.

The underground passage became quiet, except for the sound of heavy breathing.

Ethan's guess was correct. The homeless man still stayed where he was. However, after being spotted, it was obvious that a wisp of sweat fell from this guy's cheek, which shone under the light.

The reason for pulling a meat shield.

Also because there are unexpected surprises.

Including the street performers, there were five other guys scattered in the passage with stiff faces.

They didn't leave immediately with those people just now, so they instantly revealed that they had an ulterior motive for appearing here. From the original assassination, they now faced each other openly and openly.

Angry glances pierced the homeless man like arrows.

Idiot, brainless, stupid and other meanings are revealed in their eyes.

The heavy breathing quickly disappeared.

Everyone holds onto God.

The air became extremely scorched, and it seemed that all it would take was a tiny spark to set it off.

"呲~"

Quinn, who was sweating profusely, could even hear the sound of burning tobacco. As a puff of smoke spurted out, violent gunfire exploded, and the warhead flew out of the barrel, leaping more than ten meters in an instant.

"Pa~"

A smear of blood spattered the wall.

The tramp's head was violently thrown up by the impact of the bullet! (End of chapter)