My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Jiabo didn't expect such a good thing, so he jumped up from the sofa.

After Ethan changed his clothes, the two of them walked out of the door arm in arm, exploring the mysteries of the universe together.

When he came to Savoy, he was too lazy to join in the fun outside the dance floor.

He waved to the waitress and asked for a large private box. The waitress was an old acquaintance. When she saw the casual clothes he was wearing, she cleverly pretended not to notice the gun holster hanging on her waist.

Ethan and Jabber came here not once or twice. Knowing that they were high-profile guests, under the arrangement of the waiter, drinks were brought in non-stop.

In addition to the drinks, there was soon a knock on the door.

Three strippers in sexy uniforms walked in tremblingly. They were all fair-skinned, beautiful and natural.

Jiabo was not disappointed either. He was already drinking a cocktail surrounded by handsome boys.

Satisfied, Ethan took out a Franklin and handed it to the waitress.

Opening their arms, two blondes rushed over with fragrance, and the other opened the wine on the table and started to indulge in carnival.

As night fell, outside the club, an old pickup truck slowly stopped.

Several people in the car were nervously checking the firearms in their hands. After all, it was the first time for them. Everyone, including Tommy, had sweaty palms.

However, none of them backed down, and no one was willing to be a coward at the last moment.

"Listen, going in, our main target is Proctor, and if he's not there, he's going to destroy the club."

Tommy pulled the bolt of the gun and said with a fierce look:

"We must let Proctor know that the Redbones are not to be trifled with, and I, Tommy Littlestone, am not to be trifled with either."

The others nodded silently, their eyes full of excitement and madness, and their breathing became hot.

Tommy pushed open the car door, hid the AK rifle behind his back, and walked swaggering towards the door of the Savoyard Gentlemen's Club.

The car door banged, and the other three quickly followed.

The security personnel at the gate did not expect that anyone would dare to make plans for Proctor's place.

Seeing four half-grown aborigines in vests walking towards them, the security guard put out the match in his hand, holding a cigarette in his mouth and asked:

"Please show me your ID, thank you."

He had seen many people who wanted to use fake documents to get in and see the world, but the security guard didn't notice the fierce look on his face.

Tommy raised his arm and raised the AK to the security guard's head:

"This is my ID, do you think it's OK?"

The cigarette fell to the ground, and the security guard said forcefully: "This is Proctor's place, what do you want to do?"

"boom."

Not to mention, Tommy immediately pulled the trigger when Proctor was mentioned.

The bullet ripped open the skull and burrowed into the wall behind.

"Pooh."

Tommy spat at the body on the ground: "The one I killed was Proctor."

When several other people saw Tommy taking action, they immediately rushed inside excitedly. Before the bunny girl selling tickets could raise the alarm, several bright gun barrels were pointed at her head.

She had no choice but to raise her hands and walk into the club with Tommy and others embracing her.

As soon as they walked in, they were immediately stunned by the feasting scene inside. Most of the members of the Red Bone Gang were at the bottom of the Chino tribe, and they had seen such scenes there.

On the dance floor in the middle, several graceful and sexy girls showed off their dance moves around several poles to the music.

There was only a small strip of cloth left on their bodies.

Cuntou's eyes widened, and a bulge suddenly appeared in his jeans.

"Can you be of some use?"

Tommy slapped him on the back of the head, then picked up the AK and pointed the trigger at the ceiling.

"Da da da."

Bullets were flying randomly, the spotlights above were banged out, and the glass shattered and fell like raindrops.

The sudden gunfire caused everyone inside to panic.

Screams continued, and the guests who had been waving banknotes excitedly just now fell to the ground, letting the glass shards hit them, and did not dare to make any move.

The strippers on the dance floor also looked at the door with horrified eyes and fell down one after another.

Tommy and his group quickly dispersed, holding long and short guns.

At this time, a man in a black suit suddenly stood up.

A pistol appeared in his hand and he was about to fire at the flower turban.

"Da da da."

Tommy quickly turned the muzzle of his gun, and the AK in his hand spurted out flames, shooting the security guard who dared to come forward into a cloud of blood mist.

The flower turban broke out in a cold sweat and immediately picked up the M4 in his hand. As long as he was wearing a black suit, a few bullets would fly towards him.

"ah!"

Suddenly there was loud gunfire and screams, and the entertainment venue turned into a Shura field.

"Go check out the back room, don't let anyone escape." Tommy quickly changed the magazine, and at the same time excitedly directed Bian Tou to the back.

He fired two more shots at the security personnel who fell on the ground, and shouted loudly:

"Everyone, come here and squat over here."

Ethan was looking at the colorful spotlights on the ceiling, letting a few delicate hands explore his body.

The blonde girl doing the lap dance was so awesome, her butt was twisting like crazy.

He took a comfortable sip of whiskey. Good guy, his soul seemed to be blown away.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of gunshots outside.

Everyone in the box stopped moving. Living in this country, you can be insensitive to anything, but this voice is engraved deep into the soul.

"Bang bang bang."

Another burst of gunfire rang out one after another, causing the people in the box to scream in horror.

Ethan quickly put the blonde aside and pulled out the Glock from the holster on his waist.

The people inside remembered that there was a town policeman beside them, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

However, there were still people who were more vigilant and crawled into the corners of the box.

Everyone has a way to survive. When you don't know what the situation is, hiding is not a bad idea.

Ethan looked at Jabber who was standing aside: "Do you have a gun?"

"No."

Jiabo also stood up and said with a depressed look: "Who is as crazy as you and brings a gun when you go out to play?"

Several girls had touched him all over his body. Otherwise, he could have given Jia Bo a pistol from the space.

There was nothing he could do now, so he had to hand over a wine bottle:

"Then you stay in the room and I'll go out to see what's going on."

"Okay, be careful."

Jiabo took the bottle and rolled his eyes. What kind of luck was he? He finally went out to play and encountered a shooting incident.

Ethan weighed the pistol, held the door handle, and was about to walk out.

"Buzz buzz."

At this time, the phone vibrated.

He had no choice but to let go of the door handle and take out his cell phone.

As soon as he answered the phone, Brock's nervous voice crackled:

"Ethan, this is Brock."

"Listen, there is a hostage-taking incident at the Sava Gentlemen's Club. It is visually confirmed that there are four gunmen and more than twenty civilians trapped inside. Come here quickly."

Ethan scratched his face and coughed: "What box number are you in?"

On the other end of the phone, after a moment of silence, Brock's tone relaxed:

"I'm in box 3."

"Okay, I'll be there soon." Ethan hung up the phone and nodded to Jabber.

He raised his pistol and carefully opened the door, bent down and ducked out.