My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

This means that it comes from what you say, and you shouldn’t talk about it easily.

The gunfire rang out, and the rolling shutter at the front door of the police station was easily punched through like a wooden board.

The bullet passed through the rolling shutter door and hit the iron fence of the detention room, sending up sparks.

The desk that had been able to be saved just now was torn apart and collapsed.

Ethan stood behind the pillar, not daring to move.

A bullet hit the pillar, and suddenly there was a deep pit, and the red bricks exploded.

Outside the police station, a machine gun was set up on the back of a pickup truck. One of the men firmly held the butt of the gun and wildly pulled the trigger into the police station.

The recoil was so powerful that the muscles on his face trembled.

"Ahhhh."

There were constant roars coming from his mouth.

Next to him, a member of the Red Bones Gang with oil paint on his face was holding a long bullet chain, which was being devoured by the machine gun.

The man who fired the gun barely controlled the machine gun and drew a circle at the rolling shutter door.

There was a whistling sound around him, and Jackson was extremely panicked. He climbed up on his hands and feet, trying to leave the confinement warehouse and rush towards Brock who was hiding in the corner.

"Puff puff."

Jackson only felt a light touch on his foot, and half of his calf was directly broken.

Before he could feel the pain, his body lost balance, grabbed the ground with his head, and hit the ground hard.

"Bang."

The moment he hit the ground, several stray bullets flew in, and his head exploded like a watermelon.

Brock just blinked and was splashed with red and white on his face.

From his point of view, it was as if Jackson had exploded his head.

The bullet's potential energy did not stop and continued to rush backward.

Proctor felt something hit him several times, and half of his body felt numb.

In a daze, he looked at Ethan, who was standing motionless behind the pillar.

The expression on this pretty boy's face is so strange, he seems to be smiling but not smiling.

Proctor stretched out his hand stiffly to touch his chest, only to feel a wetness, and then a burning sensation swept through his body.

He slowly lowered his head in disbelief and saw blood pouring out of the wound.

The trembling hands tried to stop the bleeding, but they couldn't control it at all, and the clothes quickly became soaked.

When Brock saw Jackson being shot in the head and Proctor being shot, his heart began to beat violently. He swallowed hard and his legs became weak.

"Bang bang."

The bullet flew to the corner again and shattered the bricks.

He tilted his head suddenly, feeling a sting on his face. He reached out and touched it, and it turned red.

After waiting for two seconds, Brock stuck his head out regardless of the danger and saw that a large hole half a man's height had been torn through the rolling shutter door.

Through the large hole, you can see members of the Redbones gang walking around outside.

Brock's face was covered with sweat and he shouted anxiously:

"Hood, find a way."

"I know."

Hood quickly glanced outside. The machine gun mounted on top of the truck took his breath away.

No wonder the M60 machine gun can easily tear through reinforced rolling shutter doors.

This gun must have been stolen from a military truck in Genoa and was now used on them.

He gritted his teeth and reached into his pocket, took out the grenade, clasped the ring with his fingers, pulled it out hard, and threw it at the pickup truck outside.

"Clang."

A round object suddenly flew out of the hole in the rolling shutter door, fell into the back of the pickup truck, and bounced around twice inside.

He was excitedly shooting the man, and when he lowered his head, he saw the grenade that landed right on his feet.

"Bang."

Before he could react, the grenade exploded.

A stump leg flew up into the sky and landed next to Cheton with a clatter. It was still steaming, and even Cheton took a step back in fright.

The M60 machine gun was also blown up, and the man next to him who was carrying the ammunition chain lay motionless in the rear bucket.

Ethan had been standing behind the pillar, watching Proctor try to save himself, just watching with a cold eye.

Hearing the sound of the machine gun stop, he quickly turned around and ducked out.

The trigger was pulled, and flames spurted out.

"Bang bang bang."

There was a burst of gunfire, and bullets penetrated through the holes in the rolling shutter door.

The gangster who knelt on one knee and held the military M4 suddenly had two small holes in his head and fell backwards.

The bullet was drawn out like a whip.

Within two or three seconds, the six armed gangsters were knocked to the ground.

Ethan opened fire and rushed to the rolling gate. Anyone he saw would inevitably get shot a few times.

"cover."

Ignoring changing the magazine, he put the Glock back into the holster, yelled, and rushed to the filing cabinet at the front desk.

Brock and Hood quickly followed up, firing at the hole regardless of whether there was anyone outside.

The fierce gunfire inside the house caused people outside to flee. After all, several people fell down in just a few seconds. It was really terrifying.

"ah!"

Ethan grabbed the iron filing cabinet with one hand and roared.

"Boom."

He pulled the filing cabinet down and smashed it to the ground, causing a circle of smoke and dust.

Ethan put his hands against the cabinet again and pushed forward with all his strength.

There was a harsh friction sound, and Hood and the others released the triggers in time. The large file cabinet immediately blocked the hole made by the machine gun.

After blocking the hole, Ethan kicked the rolling gate hard:

"Fakyu, Cheton, you are just a big rat, you want my life, just dream about it."

The sound reached outside, and Cheton was furious.

He put down a beaten body, rushed to the rolling shutter door, held the barrel of the AK and smashed it hard.

The gun suddenly fell apart and scattered.

"I will kill you, I will definitely kill you, just wait for me."

Ignoring the roaring Cheton outside, Ethan walked back quickly.

Pull out the Glock and release the magazine.

Letting the empty magazine fall to the ground, he took out the spare magazine from his duty belt, loaded it, and tightened the magazine with a tap of his palm.

At this time, he also walked to the detention warehouse.

Brock and Hood stood here, looking steadily at Proctor lying on the ground.

His arm could no longer maintain the pressing action and was weakly relaxed to the side.

Blood foam overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his body twitched.

Proctor's breathing was rapid, and his eyes slowly moved, looking at Hood, Brock, and Ethan, hoping that someone could lend a helping hand.

Ethan silently took out Siobhan's set of keys from his pocket and found the one that opened the detention warehouse.

Proctor was speechless, his eyes shining with hope.

Hope turned into despair, and he watched helplessly as Ethan stuffed the bunch of keys into Jackson's palm.

Ethan unceremoniously grabbed Jackson's arm and opened the barn door.

As soon as his hand loosened, there was a muffled sound.

Jackson's arm fell to the ground with the bunch of keys, shattering Proctor's last hope.

It's obvious that everyone here wants him dead.

Under the excitement, the blood flowed more violently.

He looked at Hood with overwhelming hatred, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.