My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After Ethan left, Jabo quickly asked others to move the sofa over and jam the door shut.

The music in the club has been cut off, the small corridor outside is quiet, and a few faint cries can be heard from the hall outside.

He quickly came to Box No. 3 and knocked on the door a few times:

"it's me."

The door opened quickly, and Brock was wearing jeans and a golf shirt, also holding a pistol in his hand.

The moment he saw Ethan, his racing heart calmed down.

"How did you know about the gangsters?"

"My box can see outside."

A stripper wearing a red sequined backless miniskirt was squatting in the corner of the sofa. She was also an old acquaintance, and Brock would order it every time he came over.

Ethan greeted her casually, and the stripper felt a sense of security and quickly patted her turbulent chest several times.

Brock motioned for him to bend down, and the two quickly came to the sofa nearby.

The back of the sofa is a row of fake plants, and through the glass behind the plants, the club's lobby can be seen.

The customers and strippers inside were driven away by two armed gangsters and gathered in a corner, where they all squatted together.

Another man in a vest holding an AK in one hand ran onto the dance floor and reached out to grab the stripper inside.

Tommy Littlestone.

Ethan recognized the gunman at a glance, and after not seeing him for a while, he became a bit bulkier.

It still looks a bit green.

However, when he saw several corpses lying in a pool of blood, Ethan immediately crossed out the word "green" on Tommy.

Unexpectedly, people from the Red Bone Gang actually took the robbed weapons and came to Banshee Town to cause trouble.

They had no problem fighting Proctor no matter what, but now it had affected the civilians. As long as they were still wearing this uniform, this kind of thing would absolutely not be tolerated.

Ethan turned around: "Have you notified others?"

"Yes." Emmett nodded: "Emet and Siobhan have been notified, but Hood can't contact them."

"Okay, leave him alone."

Ethan knew why he couldn't contact Hood. He looked at Brock:

"how do you want to do it?"

"These people will kill people as soon as they come in. We can't wait." Brock said through gritted teeth.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

The two of them turned around quickly and pointed their guns at the door.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, and then the door handle turned and the door was opened.

Chun Tou opened the door and saw the two pistols pointed at him. He suddenly felt his hair tingling.

"Boom."

His legs softened and he knelt directly on the ground.

Under the gaze of the gun, the aboriginal boy with short hair lay down obediently and threw the gun aside.

Brock walked over carefully and kicked the pistol away.

He quickly took out the handcuffs from his body and handcuffed the man to the table aside in two or three strokes.

After taking care of that person, the two people staggered towards the hall.

Brock saw Tommy standing in the middle of the dance floor, holding a stripper hostage with a knife in his hand, who was also an old acquaintance of his.

He drank some wine and became more courageous.

I saw Brock holding a pistol, dodging from the corner, shouting loudly:

"Banshee Town Police Department, throw away your weapons and raise your hands."

Tommy was startled by this sudden situation. He hurriedly pulled the stripper in front of him to block her, and put the dagger to her neck:

"Shet, why is there a note?"

The flower turban was searching for money behind the bar and was also startled.

He stuffed all the money in his hand into his pocket, raised his M4 and pointed it at Brock: "Hey, Cop, are you sure you want to fight with me?"

"Everyone, stop moving and put down your weapons."

Ethan also flashed out, and the two groups fell into a confrontation, and the scene was tense.

"ah."

A cry of surprise rang out.

Tommy excitedly grabbed the stripper's hair and pulled it back hard, the sharp blade pressed tightly against her skin.

"Please, no."

The stripper raised her head, begging for mercy in pain, her eyeshadow wet with tears.

Tommy pressed his hand hard, and a wisp of blood was drawn along the blade: "I won't let it go, what are you going to do?"

Brock held the pistol and shouted angrily:

"I repeat, put your weapon down, Tommy, or I'll blow your head off."

"If you dare, shoot."

Tommy firmly grasped the handle of the knife and slowly stepped back: "Do you want to gamble on your marksmanship? Bald guy."

"Would you like to test whether my knife is faster or your gun?"

"boom."

The gunshot rang out and the bullet flew out, hitting Tommy in the head.

Under the messy black hair, a small hole suddenly appeared.

"ah!!!."

The piercing screams echoed throughout the audience.

The hijacked stripper felt her cheeks heat up, and the arms holding her suddenly became limp and weak. She screamed as she broke free from the restraints and lay down.

"Fakeyu."

"Bang bang bang..."

When Hua Turban saw Ethan firing, he immediately kept pulling the trigger on him.

The bullets struck violently, leaving a row of bullet holes in the table. The wine bottles and glasses on it exploded one after another, and glass fragments flew everywhere.

After Ethan shot Tommy dead, he immediately rushed to the side.

"Bang."

As soon as he passed by a chair, the chair was smashed by another person's shotgun, and a hole as big as a bowl appeared on it.

At this time, Brock also fired wildly at the bar, suppressing the flower turban.

He fired while retreating sharply to distance himself.

The goblets hanging on the bar and the bottles in the wine cabinet behind were smashed.

The flower-turbaned man only heard the bang-bang explosion on his head and didn't dare to raise his head at all.

Frightened, he raised the M4 high above his head and pulled the trigger randomly toward the direction of the gunfire.

The scene was in chaos for a while, with bullets flying everywhere.

The guests and strippers who had just been gathering in a group were now lying tightly on the ground, praying wildly in their hearts, hoping that they would not be hit by stray bullets.

Ethan dodged the shotgun fire and quickly turned over to complete the kneeling shooting action.

The man holding the shotgun had just pumped the gun in his hand when Ethan's Glock was already spitting out tongues of flame.

The trigger kept pulling, and bullets were fired one by one.

"Bang bang bang."

After the man was shot five or six times, he fell backwards and knocked over a table. The ground was immediately stained red.

The M4 on the other side of the bar was still firing randomly outside.

Ethan gestured to Brock, and the two kept firing at the bar to suppress him.

He opened fire while approaching carefully.

Hua Turban's forehead was covered with sweat at this time. Why was he so unlucky that when he came to rob a strip club, he met two cops.

Don't these bastards have anywhere to go after get off work? This is not a donut shop.

In his panic, he didn't even notice that the bullet was empty, and he was still pulling the trigger mechanically.