My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hood drove cautiously all the way, fearing that he would encounter fellow travelers who would intercept him.

The large and small packages in the car can scare the police to death.

Back at the safe house, Jabo had already gotten up and was sitting on the sofa. After a night's rest, his condition had improved a lot, but fighting was still not possible.

Seeing the three of them walking into the room carrying large and small bags, Jabo raised his glass:

"It seems like your shopping went pretty smoothly."

Hood put down the heavy package: "Stop talking nonsense, come here and help."

After a while, the ground was covered with guns.

After Ethan put his Desert Eagle into the holster under his arm, he picked up the M249 machine gun and blinked:

"How do you use this gun?"

Jia Bo grinned and said: "You crazy motherfuck, you don't know how to use it, what are you doing with it?"

"They're all pretty much the same. I just need to get familiar with the basic operations."

"give it to me."

Hood came over, took the machine gun from his hand, and taught him how to load the ammunition chain.

Ethan took two glances and understood what was going on. There is no shame in not knowing. What is shameful is not knowing how to pretend to understand.

"that's it."

Hood watched him operate, nodded, and was about to sit back.

"Wait a moment."

Ethan stopped him, reached into his pocket, turned his palm over, and found an egg-shaped grenade in his palm:

"And this thing, how to use it?"

Jia Bo lightly slapped his forehead, unable to complain.

Hood shrugged and took the grenade: "This is the handle. Hold the handle together with the grenade."

He inserted his fingers into the ring above: "This is the pull ring, connected to the safety bolt."

"Just pull out the tab, throw it out, and that's it."

"Is it that simple?" Ethan took the grenade back.

"Yes, it's so simple that even an idiot can use it." Jiabo rolled his eyes. This guy specializes in using firepower, but he has never used it.

"As long as you don't get so nervous that your hands slip."

Carly checked the Springfield XD9 semi-automatic pistol in her hand, installed the silencer, and inserted it into the holster on her waist: "But this kind of thing shouldn't happen to you."

Ethan curled his lips: "Who knows, maybe I'll just slip and throw it on the sofa now."

Jia Bo coughed and picked up the wine glass obediently.

Carly inserted four pistols into her waistband before stopping. She needed to maintain high mobility.

"Click."

Hood put the extended magazines into two MP5 submachine guns, and his original M1911 and Beretta M9 were also placed in front of him.

"Although your firepower is enough."

Jiabo touched his bald head: "But I still think that if you don't just click a bomb and send it to the sky, it is still too risky for you to rush over like this."

"That would be too confusing."

Carly quickly pressed bullets into the spare magazine and said through gritted teeth: "I need to be foolproof, and I want to see the rabbit die in front of me."

Seeing that his companions were busy arming themselves and that he could do nothing to help, Jiabo could no longer sit still and reached out to grab the gun in front of him:

"I can't sit here and watch you die. I want to go too."

"no."

Ethan stopped him: "If you go, you will die. I have arranged a task for you."

Jabo's eyes lit up: "What mission?"

"Do what you do best." Ethan lit up his cigarette: "Create chaos in New York."

"Issuing false alarms, blocking police lines, and paralyzing the transportation system near the church. I don't want to die at the hands of rabbits, but be surrounded by the New York police. Can I do it?"

"No problem at all." Finally useful, Jiabo waved and snapped his fingers.

Church, basement.

It's said to be a basement, but it's actually just like an underground fortification.

A long arc-shaped underground passage connects more than a dozen rooms. This is the base camp of Rabbit. Taking advantage of the concealment of the church, he engages in various illegal activities here.

Rabbit looked to be about sixty years old. He was sitting on a chair with his back straight.

He is tall and wearing a high-end suit with a straight waist. If it weren't for his silver-white hair, it would be impossible to tell that he is old.

With a horse face, aquiline nose, and two high brow bones, the whole person is calm and intimidating.

Putting down the gun in his hand and looking at the people busy in the room, he nodded with satisfaction.

Rabbit walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Before the door closed, a dozen people inside could be seen sitting around a long wooden table, which was filled with various types of guns and parts.

There was a clicking sound at the scene, and everyone was busy checking the condition of the guns or loading ammunition.

He walked to the side and opened another door.

There were five or six priests in black robes inside, all looking towards the door.

One of them put down the gun in his hand and stood up: "Mr. Rabbit?"

"Where's Juris?"

The man replied respectfully: "In his room, Mr. Rabbit."

Rabbit nodded, walked forward a short distance, and knocked a few times in front of a short wooden door. "

"come in."

He waited until a deep voice sounded inside before he pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

The room is not big and the layout is very simple.

A wooden bed and a chair.

Directly opposite where you entered, there was a huge cross hanging on the wall.

A tall priest wearing a black robe with his back to the door stood in front of a huge cross.

The door closed and the priest turned around, his appearance somewhat similar to that of a rabbit.

"Juris."

Rabbit pulled out a chair and sat down: "They are almost ready."

Father Uris held the cross on his chest and walked to the closet nearby: "Are you sure your daughter will come?"

"Sure."

The rabbit showed a smile and said proudly:

"She's my daughter and I know her."

"The person she rescued last night will definitely tell her our address, and she will definitely come."

"That's good." Father Eulis picked up the wine bottle and poured vodka into the glass:

"Are you sure you want to stay here?"

Rabbit raised his head, his eyes flashing with light that he hadn't seen in a long time: "Of course."

"I have been looking for her for fifteen years. I can't run away when she comes."

"She always felt that I treated her as a tool, that I blamed her mother's death on her, and that she would rather betray her family for that bastard."

Rabbit held his knees tightly with both hands: "After raising a dog for two years, it will know how to bite people for you."

"I have raised her for twenty years, and all she has ever given me in return is betrayal. I want to see if her wings have really grown."

Juris nodded, took the wine glass and walked to the bed and sat down.

The room fell silent again.

Seeing Hood and the others, they packed up all their equipment and stood up with their duffel bags.

Jiabo stopped typing on the keyboard and pursed his lips:

"Promise me, kill that mother-in-law Fake, and don't leave any more troubles."

Carly showed a smile and took the lead out of the door.