My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The wind howled high in the sky.

Phillips grabbed the handle with all his strength and stood next to the cabin door. He was wearing a black suit and his hair was as messy as a chicken coop.

But in Ethan's eyes.

This old detective showed his unprecedented handsomeness.

Seeing him laughing loudly, he raised his thumbs up high, saying that if you have a good meal, you are not afraid of being late, as long as you can get support in time, but you didn't expect that this guy would actually lead the team here in person.

The roaring helicopter also caught Carter's attention.

When she saw the words FBI printed on it, she relaxed and lay down, clenching her fists excitedly.

"Hey~"

Ethan slapped her on the shoulder and shouted loudly: "Detective Carter, it's not the time to celebrate yet, get up and get us out of this hellish place."

Helicopters circled and the wind blew wildly.

He raised his head and shook his arms upwards, then swung hard towards the rooftop door.

Phillips understood it and immediately grabbed the microphone of the noise-canceling headphones and issued the command. The two commandos around him quickly raised the muzzle of the AR15 and pulled the trigger one after another to suppress the fire.

Below, Ethan was carrying Quinn.

Carter also supported Reese, and the group spread their legs and ran toward the slightly open space ahead.

"hurry up."

The helicopter hovered five or six meters above the ground. A ladder was thrown down from the cabin. Phillips's faint roar sounded in the wind: "There is no way to land, climb up!"

There are air-conditioning units everywhere around, and there is really no such condition.

But okay, not too high.

It won't cause too much difficulty for a few of them.

Reese bent down and rushed forward. He endured the severe pain in his arm and grabbed the ladder and climbed quickly. His movements were extremely skillful, as if he had experienced it countless times.

The black policewoman followed.

However, her figure was a little shaky, and with the help of Phillips, she quickly got into the cabin.

Even though he was carrying a person, Ethan's movements were not slow at all.

Using his hands and feet together, he jumped up quickly.

As Quinn was pulled aside by Carter and Phillips, he easily jumped onto the cabin and smacked the special agent's palm together.

"Stop shooting!"

As soon as he stood firm, he made a cease-fire gesture.

Even though I don’t know why.

But the two operations agents took one look at Phillips and put down their guns.

Ethan's eyes lit up.

He gritted his teeth and grabbed at the thing he had been eyeing for a long time.

"Hey."

One of the federal agents tried to stop him, but was easily pushed away. When the other's murderous eyes glanced at him, his breath was stagnant.

"Leave him."

Phillips shook his head, grabbed the microphone and yelled: "Don't fly away yet, we need a little revenge time."

The moment the AR15 ceased firing, the shotgun also stopped roaring.

The criminals crowded in the stairs looked at each other. They all knew the firepower of the target. It was nothing more than a pistol. After a period of stalemate, it was not certain whether there were bullets or not.

The gunfire outside just now has been sporadic.

But suddenly the attacks intensified.

This is proof.

Maybe, he was struggling to his death.

Everyone looked at each other, and after less than a second of silence, as the first person moved, the rest all rushed up, fearing that they would miss the opportunity.

Lao Mo, who was holding a shotgun, took the lead and fired a shot at the rooftop door that was already riddled with holes.

A loud bang broke through the iron-covered wooden door.

Take the lead and rush out of the rooftop.

If there weren't all kinds of competitors behind him, he could try it out slowly, but now he has to race against time. Even if he grabs a head, it can be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

What's more, there's that big shot.

There was a pool of blood on the ground.

He moved the muzzle excitedly along the direction of the blood dripping.

Plop, plop.

The violent roar finally penetrated into the ears that were buzzing from the grenade just now. Looking at the helicopter hovering in the air more than ten meters away, his jaw dropped suddenly.

The big killer weapon at the cabin door made his bladder sore.

The crotch quickly became wet and warm.

The people who rushed out from behind also stopped one after another. They looked desperately at the Raptor in the dark night.

"It's my turn!"

Ethan grinned and pulled the trigger hard.

The bullet belt containing 7.62 mm caliber bullets was constantly being swallowed, and the M60 general-purpose machine gun fixed next to the cabin roared.

The god of death swung his scythe down hard.

"Bang bang bang~"

Under his control, terrifying gunshots rang through the night sky.

Streams of cement smoke half a meter high flew forward quickly, and in an instant it spread to the group of people who ran out from the rooftop entrance.

Gorgeous flowers are blooming on the roof.

All living things are staged.

Some people closed their eyes and prayed in resignation, while others looked frightened and wanted to turn around and escape.

Some even raised their firearms in despair, wanting to fight back desperately.

There is no exception.

They all played the dance of death together with the vibrating M60 general machine gun. The high-speed rotating warheads directly tore apart all flesh and blood they encountered, devouring life crazily.

The mayor is not a kind person who does not fight back when being hunted.

Dare to come out and hunt.

You must be prepared to lose all your money.

The death scythe containing Ethan's rage swung all the way into the rooftop entrance and exit, leaving more than a dozen bullet holes in the cement wall before it stopped roaring.

Those who climbed the stairs slowly became the lucky ones.

The wings of the aircraft hovered, picking up wind and waves.

The light red mist was floating in the air, and in his opinion, it was really a unique beauty.

"Hahaha!"

Taking a deep breath of the fishy air, the pent-up feeling of being ambushed from all sides was gone. Ethan released his finger from pulling the trigger and laughed loudly.

"GO, GO, GO!"

Looking away from the rooftop, Phillips curled his lips and shook his finger.

This damn lunatic.

It is estimated that few of the dozen or so people lying there would survive.

Fortunately it's not on the street.

These guys who were twitching, howling, and dying must all be bastards with criminal records that rivaled those in the phone book, otherwise this matter would have really ended badly.

Shrugging at Ethan.

He grabbed the microphone and arranged for his men to come over and clear the place.

If you want to get the credit, you must control the situation. Everything here must be taken over by the FBI!

Ethan sat down against the hatch and fastened his seat belt.

He turned around with a smile on his face and punched Reese and Carter one after another.

The crazy behavior just now made these two guys shake their heads and smile bitterly, but they also felt happy in their hearts. After bumping their fists, they both slumped down on the small seats with sighs on their faces.

His chest was still rising and falling rapidly.

This escort trip was enough for them to digest for ten days and a half.

After giving Phillips a high-five and a fist bump to express his gratitude, Ethan gasped and looked outside. The wind continued to roar, and as the helicopter continued to rise, the entire New York City seemed to be trampled under his feet.

The glorious night scene was all in his sight, and he was fascinated by it for a while. (End of chapter)