My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Upon hearing the exchange of fire, Hood immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie:

"Ethan and I are going over now."

"Okay." The person who used the intercom just now was Siobhan. She continued: "Brock and I are also nearby. Come here quickly."

Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror, turned around quickly, and drove towards Poundfield.

This is the name of an area on the outskirts of town. It doesn't sound very far away, but it is a vast area with sparsely populated areas. It would take a few minutes to get there at best.

Ethan stepped on the accelerator and was speeding all the way, and soon heard intensive gunshots in the distance.

The two looked at each other and immediately felt something was wrong.

I thought it was an ordinary shooting, but now it's obvious it's not.

In addition to the familiar sound of Glock gunfire, there was also the unique sound of AK firearms. The high-pitched sounds were terrifying.

"There was a firefight, repeat, we were in a firefight with the gangsters."

Brock's loud cry for help also came from the radio: "Come for support, damn, the enemy's firepower is too strong."

Ethan kicked the floor and Crown Victoria roared and rushed forward.

Soon they arrived at the crime scene, with both Brock and Siobhan huddled behind the two front doors of the police car.

A few dozen meters away on the opposite side, three armed gangsters were leaning next to a large military green truck, shooting at them with AKs and M4s.

Bullets were flying across the scene, and there was a crackling sound.

Under intense gunfire, Siobhan's Chevrolet SUV was already riddled with bullet holes.

No wonder Brock called out urgently for help, they were completely pinned down.

The piercing siren of the Crown Victoria caught Siobhan's attention, and she quickly stretched out her hand to direct.

Ethan stepped on the brakes, stabilized the speed, and then quickly drove to a stop in front of the Chevrolet SUV to block the bullets fired from the front.

The car window glass shattered and bullets flew everywhere.

"Puff puff."

There were more than a dozen bullet holes in the car body instantly, and glass splashed all over the floor.

Both he and Hood were prepared in advance. The moment they stepped on the brakes, they already bent down and pushed the door open before the vehicle stopped.

In the entire police car, only the two front doors are bulletproof.

The two men used the cover of the car door to raise their pistols above their heads and blindly fired at the place where the gunfire rang out in front of them to suppress fire.

At the same time, while Ethan and the others attracted fire, Brock also took the keys thrown by Siobhan and ran towards the trunk.

Soon, he was wearing a hard body armor and holding a police M870 shotgun.

Brock took advantage of the blind spot blocked by the Victoria Crown, bent down and ran forward, while waving for Ethan to cover.

Ethan immediately exploded with hand speed, and within two seconds, he sprayed out all the remaining ten rounds of bullets.

The sudden burst of firepower stopped the opponent's attack. Brock took advantage of this opportunity and rushed out from the other side, the muzzle of the shotgun moving quickly.

"Bang."

A ball of projectiles spurted out, and the head of a gun-wielding gangster standing next to the cab exploded instantly.

Hood and Siobhan also rushed out with Brock, and for a moment, gunshots rang out.

Listening to the ping ping ping ping ping ping of gunfire, Ethan quickly changed the spare magazine.

He stood up from a squat and looked through the car window to the opposite side.

Under the sudden burst of firepower from Brock and others, the two armed gangsters used the truck as a cover and retreated while fighting.

In their panic, they had forgotten that there was someone here.

"Bang bang bang..."

In less than five seconds, Ethan poured out all the bullets in the new magazine, and the flames burst out from the muzzle.

The gunfire stopped and the two men fell to the ground.

Not hearing any counterattack from the other side, Hood and the other three immediately formed a battle formation and searched forward.

Ethan ignored them and took out a spare magazine.

When Brock walked up to the two armed gangsters, he smashed his mouth and lay on the ground with a bright bullet hole in each of their heads.

Their upper bodies had been beaten into a hornet's nest.

Ethan also walked up at this time, noticed Brock's gaze, and he shrugged his shoulders.

This is the result of his deliberate control. If he puts all the bullets into his head, others will not think that his shooting skills are very good, and they will first think of arranging a psychiatrist for him.

After a search, it was determined that there was no one else at the scene, and they lowered their guns.

Next to the truck, in addition to the three gunmen who had just exchanged fire with them, three bodies wearing camouflage uniforms were also found.

This is not a military green truck, it is clearly a military vehicle.

Brock wiped his sweat, forced Remington to kneel down on one knee, and pulled off the black scarf on the gangster's face.

The facial features were very distinct, and coupled with the tattoos on his arms, he quickly came to a conclusion.

Brock stood up and said in a deep voice:

"People from the Redbone Gang."

Hood put away his gun and walked over: "Why did they come here to rob military vehicles? What happened here?"

"I don't know. When we got here, the fighting between the two sides was over."

Siobhan pointed to a few corpses on the ground:

"At that time, there were eight or nine masked gangsters, that is, members of the Red Bone Gang, and they were unloading things."

"Seeing us coming, the Red Bone Gang left three people to block us, while the others drove away."

"Why do I have a bad feeling?" Brock turned his head and looked at the cabin of the military truck.

Ethan put the Glock back into its holster and climbed into the car.

There are also some long wooden boxes and plastic boxes scattered inside the carriage.

He picked up a crowbar and with a little force of his hands, he opened the lid of the wooden box.

At this time, Siobhan and Hood also climbed up.

The three of them looked at the things inside, couldn't help but clasp their belts with both hands, and sighed at the same time.

"Walter?"

Brock had a bulging belly and didn't want to climb up and down. He asked anxiously: "What is inside?"

Siobhan bent down, grabbed two AK47s, and shook them a few times.

"What the hell."

Brock also climbed up with all his strength. After some inspection, he found several boxes of AK47s and military M4s as well as a large number of corresponding bullets.

I don’t know how many people have been moved away by the Red Bone Gang. This is the most troublesome part.

Hood jumped out of the car: "Why do we have military vehicles passing by here?"

"You and Ethan don't know, but Siobhan knows." Brock stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "There is a small Marine Corps training camp just eight miles ahead."

"This camp is called Genoa. It is only used for one or two months every year. It is probably when the soldiers come back to rest."

Hood nodded, reached out and pulled off the radio:

"Alma, there are many people dead at the crossfire. Call an ambulance. By the way, contact Emmett and ask him to come over. Our cars are all broken down."

Emmett was on vacation for the past two days, but at this time, he could only be allowed to make one trip. The two police cars that came to the scene were both riddled with bullet holes.