My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

underground tunnel.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Quinn closed his eyes suddenly.

It’s not that I don’t want to hide.

The hand holding him was like an iron vice, and his neck felt as if it could be twisted at any moment. At this time, there was no need to struggle. I just hoped that these bastards' marksmanship would be more accurate and not come at me.

"Bang~~~"

The sound of gunshots kept ringing in his ears, making his head buzz.

Heavy objects also fell to the ground one after another.

The shrill howl just started, and then stopped abruptly with the sound of a gunshot. His nose expanded, and Quinn breathed rapidly. After closing his eyes, he could even hear bullets whizzing past nearby.

My legs were shaking and my bladder was sore and full.

"ah!!!"

The chief of staff closed his eyes and roared, not only to vent the pressure he was under, but also to try his best not to lose control.

To maintain the last bit of dignity.

"Um?"

That mean voice came from the side: "What are you doing? Do you want to kill us with sound waves?"

At some point, the gunfire stopped.

Quinn opened her eyes in embarrassment and looked forward tremblingly.

In just a short while, all the people who were standing just now fell to the ground. The bright red blood spread quickly on the dirty ground, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.

"Fakeyu."

Feeling the grip on her neck relax, Quinn became angry and shouted excitedly:

"You can't do this, it's wrong!"

"Continue to go."

Ethan let go of his neck and slapped the guy on the back of the head: "Mom, Fuck, don't talk nonsense here, I can do whatever I want."

The old guy doesn't even know how to curse, it doesn't hurt or itch.

As long as things are good for you.

Such a good shield is useless if you don't use it.

The two people next to him didn't say anything. They hurriedly followed Ethan's footsteps with guns in hand. As they passed the corpses, Reese pursed his lips, but he still chose to keep his mouth shut and stop talking nonsense.

After all, he killed two people himself.

Ethan noticed his expression and shrugged nonchalantly. These were all gunmen, one level higher than the gang members just now.

A sudden gunfight.

The instinct of people like them is to disarm the enemy as soon as possible. Hitting the torso and head is the simplest and most effective way. They have already exchanged fire, and they can't still consider whether to hit the hands or the feet.

That is the act of lighting a lamp in a hut.

In a world of lightning and flint, it's important to stay alive. Just because you're good at shooting doesn't mean you're invulnerable.

Kill the enemies first and then talk.

Soon I came to the street singer. This white man with long hair was leaning against the wall, choking blood from his mouth. An MP5 submachine gun fell next to him.

Unfortunately, there was no chance to shoot at all.

"Nice singing."

Ethan shook his head and sighed: "You should play the guitar well. A job as promising as a killer is not suitable for you."

"Ha~"

The man's mouth twitched and blood was still pouring out of his chest.

"boom!"

Arms fluttered and gunfire flashed.

As Ethan pulled the trigger, the guy's whole body was shaken, and there was no movement at all.

No matter what others think.

In his opinion, refilling the gun is a good habit.

After killing the last living gunman, he pushed Quinn and hurriedly walked up the stairs of the underground passage. A fierce exchange of fire broke out here, and a large number of patrol officers would inevitably arrive at the scene in less than three minutes.

It would be easier if the people who came here were ordinary patrol officers.

I'm afraid there are HR members among them.

So leaving quickly is the top priority.

Following the stairs to the ground, the hustle and bustle of the city suddenly surged in from all directions. The roads were busy with traffic, horns were blaring, and the neon lights at night were gorgeous and charming.

The atmosphere that should have been relaxed and comfortable was now filled with a bit of panic.

Exclamations rang out from afar.

The people running up from the underground passage just now and the faint sound of gunshots caused a panic, and many people were running away quickly.

No matter what happened.

When a shooting occurs, staying away from the scene is a normal person's first choice.

There was a commotion.

The group of people moved quickly and quickly left the vicinity of the subway entrance and came to another street.

After all, the sound of gunshots was not obvious, and no dead people were seen in person.

The commotion has not yet spread.

After just experiencing two waves of attacks, even Ethan became a little bit pessimistic. Now everyone looked like a killer. The swinging arm might take out a gun at any time and spit out tongues of fire.

"I do not like this feeling."

Putting the pistol behind him, he said quickly: "Hurry up and find a place with fewer people, so you guys can change your clothes."

Putting on the Bluetooth headset again, Ethan pushed Quinn to Reese: "I'll leave this high-quality human shield to you. I haven't revealed my identity yet. It's safer to keep him with you."

Hearing this, the chief of staff's eyes could almost burst into flames.

What do these people think of themselves?

It's very obvious that when this bastard talks about safety, he definitely doesn't mean his own life.

After hesitating for a moment, Reese decisively pulled Quinn in front of him. Judging from what he learned so far, at least Carter was not worried about his life being in danger for the time being, and Ethan was not on the wanted list.

There are several people here, and the most dangerous one is himself.

After pushing the person to Reese.

Ethan also deliberately quickened his pace and walked to the side, not because he was afraid of being targeted by standing together, but because he could provide more effective support by wandering nearby.

"What's going on now?"

As everyone put on Bluetooth headsets and communication was re-established, Harold's urgent voice sounded.

"I just went through two big parties."

Looking around, Ethan led Reese and the others forward quickly: "It feels like we are in a dark forest now, and we don't know when some prey will suddenly jump out."

"Are you sure you're not a hunter?"

Xiao's voice also sounded in the Bluetooth headset, which sounded very relaxed.

During the time when they lost contact, she, Harold and others seemed extremely nervous. After all, no one knew what would happen.

They were relieved to be in touch again.

"Pretty sure."

His eyes fell on an OL girl with long flowing hair who walked over not far away. Ethan said in a very confident tone: "The situation is very serious now. You must be careful of sudden attacks."

"Looking at the situation, there is another prey here."

Turning his steps, he said softly: "Carter, at your two o'clock position, the white woman with long legs, black stockings, and a hip-covering skirt, with a C cup cup, is looking at you for the second time."

These words made the black policewoman’s eyes twitch.

Is it necessary to describe this physical feature in such detail?

After reminding the other party.

Ethan sped up and walked towards the white woman as if nothing had happened. When the other party quickly glanced at Carter for the third time and put his hand into his satchel, he quietly came to the other party.