My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After the blast of fire swallowed up the priest, it swept toward them along the passage.

As soon as Ethan bent his arms to protect his face, he was overturned by the spurting flames.

Then there was a crack, and the fragments flying from the explosion flew everywhere, causing pain on the body.

He rolled back repeatedly, suppressing the flames on his body, and then raised the Desert Eagle and aimed it inside.

The fire wave passed by, but the smoke and dust did not stop.

There was a coughing sound next to him, and Hood struggled to get up.

Carly was lying in the corner, motionless.

"Juris."

A roar came from inside, and then two tongues of flame lit up in the smoke, and bullets shot out.

Hood was shot in the back, groaned, and fell to the ground again.

An old man with silver hair, holding two submachine guns in his hands, strode out of the smoke. He was also affected by the explosion just now, and there were several blood marks on his face.

A bloodthirsty light burst out from under the raised brow bone.

"Da da da."

The submachine gun in his hand kept spraying bullets. After passing through the smoke, he could finally see the person lying on the ground clearly. He said with a evil smile:

"Come, my daughter, see what you can do?"

The muzzle moves downward.

"boom."

Ethan pulled the trigger first, and the Desert Eagle .50AE bullet landed on his head and exploded like a watermelon.

The Desert Eagle is a hunting pistol designed for hunting medium and large animals.

Especially the one Ethan held was a .50, the largest caliber and extremely powerful.

With one shot, the person's head exploded in half.

He could no longer pull the trigger of the submachine gun in his hand, his body shook twice, his remaining eye glared forward, and he fell heavily backward.

Ethan stood up with Sand Eagle alert and walked to Hood.

On his back, a small hole was torn through his clothes. The body armor inside barely blocked the bullet, and a stream of blood flowed out from it.

After Hudra stood up, he took a painful breath and felt a heartbreaking pain in his chest.

Being hit hard by a bullet, there is no guarantee that there will be any bone fractures, but at this time, I am lucky to be able to save my life, so I can't ask for too much.

Turning Carly over, her eyes were closed.

Ethan quickly put his hand on her nose. She was still breathing, so she must have fainted from the explosion.

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped him with his backhand.

Carly's eyelashes trembled a few times and she woke up faintly.

There was no time for her to adapt, so Ethan forcibly pulled Carly to her feet.

At this time, Hood had picked up the MP5 submachine gun that had fallen aside and stood leaning against the wall.

Since Ethan fired that shot, there has been no other movement around.

"Go check it out."

Ethan waved the gun in his hand and said dullly.

He was also badly blown up. In such a narrow underground passage, the power of the rocket launcher was even greater.

The whole person felt as if he had been bombarded with electronic music in a nightclub all night, and all he could hear was a buzzing tinnitus.

Carly and Hood stepped forward and looked at the silver-haired old man lying on the ground with his head up.

Although half of his head was blown off by Ethan, only half of his face was enough for them to identify. Carly raised the Springfield XD9 semi-automatic pistol.

After a while, she lowered the pistol again.

Carly knelt down on one knee, leaned in front of the rabbit, and kissed the remaining half of his forehead.

"Goodbye, Daddy, we will meet again in hell."

She whispered, grabbed Hood's hand and stood up.

The two people looked at each other, and although the expressions on their faces could not be seen through the hoods, their eyes were extremely complicated.

The shadow that shrouded his heart dissipated, Hood let out a heavy breath, reached out and hugged Carly tightly.

The two of them hugged each other so passionately in front of a corpse, and Ethan knew that the person whose head he had just shot was undoubtedly Rabbit.

"Go quickly, don't let the New York police block you."

Ethan shouted and walked quickly out along the passage. Hood and Carly also helped each other to follow.

Under Job's crazy operations, the traffic situation in half of New York City fell into extreme chaos. There were blocked cars everywhere, and the streets were filled with abuse and complaints.

When the New York police who received the report rushed to the scene, they had already fled.

Returning to the safe house, Jia Bo saw the three gray-faced people appearing at the door with smiles and smiles. He quickly walked up and hugged them one by one:

"Mom, you must take me with you next time. Don't leave me waiting here alone."

Hood nodded quickly and shouted in pain for Jiabo to let go.

Several people helped him unbutton his body armor, only to discover that Hood's back had been bruised extensively, and the place where he was hit by the bullet was bloody.

Fortunately, the bulletproof vest caught the warhead out and only penetrated half of it.

When he pulled out the bullet, Hood shivered in pain.

Ethan patted his shoulder heavily: "Don't worry, you won't die."

Seeing them coming back, he probably already had the answer in his mind, but Jabo still spoke to confirm: "Has the rabbit been solved?"

Carly nodded, smiling with relief.

"That mother-in-law Fake is finally dead." Jiabo snapped his fingers excitedly.

After resting in the safe house for a while, Hood simply bandaged up, and after washing, the few people got into the car and hurried back to Banshee Town.

Carly still has a broken family to restore, and Hood also has to continue to compete with Proctor.

Just after returning to town, the joy of killing the rabbit was quickly diluted by bad news.

Alex Langcid is missing.

He was said to be missing, but everyone knew in their hearts that he was dead.

Proctor's power is even greater, and facts have proven that those who dare to go against him will not end well.

All the witnesses and physical evidence disappeared. During the trial some time later, lawyer Wilson argued with everyone. Proctor also successfully released bail after paying a huge deposit, and once again successfully escaped the charges against him.

The news of Alex's disappearance hit New Orleans like a gust of wind.

New Orleans, abandoned underground parking lot.

It was supposed to be a ghost cave, full of homeless people, but instead it was as lively as a market.

Everyone nearby knows that this is the most famous underground black boxing venue in the entire city of New Orleans.

In the place where the lights are most dazzling, there are crowds of people with enthusiastic expressions on the three floors inside and outside.

"boom."

A mace with iron nails was swung by with a whistling sound.

Half of the face was ripped off, the flesh hung on the nails, teeth flew around, and blood spattered into the audience, causing even greater roars.

Everyone's eyes were filled with the desire for money and blood.

The man who was beaten to death was quickly dragged away from the concrete field in the middle by two armed guards, leaving only a trace of blood.

He was thrown into the iron bucket next to him like garbage, and four or five corpses were also lying inside.

Human lives here are like straw. The winners take their money and leave, while the losers keep their lives.

The winner just threw aside the mace in his hand and raised his hands amidst the cheers of the audience. Some people who bought into his defeat booed violently.

The scene is filled with the smell of blood, and this is the most brutal underground fighting arena.