My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Both of them fell into memories, and Emmett relaxed a little more than before, no longer tensing up.

Compared with Bunker, at least he has a happy family.

It is rare among black people, and I am also lucky.

"Shhh."

Bunker whistled sharply to get his attention.

The glass on the wooden door of the emergency exit in the distance revealed an Aboriginal face, flashing past.

At this moment, fierce gunshots were heard from above.

The two of them looked at each other, and Cheton had already started to take action. It was obvious that he was going to attack from both front and back.

Footsteps sounded from behind, and Siobhan also ran over.

Before Siobhan could prepare, the wooden door was kicked open, and then several members of the Redbone Gang poured in with rifles in hand.

Bunker was the first to pull the trigger, the Remington shotgun in his hand spurting out flames.

"Bang."

The Redbone Gang member at the head was shot and fell backwards.

The remaining few people were not afraid and kept firing at the inside.

Emmett and Siobhan also fired back, and for a moment the bullets flew everywhere and made a popping sound when they hit the wooden box.

Bunker and the others have ferocious firepower, and the Red Bones Gang is no slouch either.

But the people from the Red Bone Gang were not familiar with the environment inside, and they were knocked over in just a few clicks.

The other two people reacted quickly, hid behind the wooden box, raised their AK rifles high above their heads, and started shooting in faith.

In a narrow passage, Faith Shooting works wonders.

The bullets kept flying were so heavy that Emmett couldn't lift his head. Bunker pumped the shotgun hard, stood up, and bang, shot him.

The shotgun hit the wooden box, breaking a small hole, breaking the board and hitting the man behind.

"ah."

Screams sounded, and the man behind the wooden box rolled outside.

"Bang bang bang."

Siobhan quickly pulled the trigger, and several bullets bit him instantly. After the man trembled for a few times, he stopped.

There was another person on the opposite side who was shooting randomly. Emmett also stood up and aimed at the arm holding the AK.

"ah!"

Emmett cried out in pain and fell backward.

"Kaka."

There was a sound of air fire from the opposite side, and the bullets were exhausted.

Siobhan seized the opportunity and sprinted a few meters.

Seeing the man's head shaking, she fired twice, causing two clouds of blood mist to rise.

Siobhan quickly retreated and hid behind the wooden box. The muzzle of the gun was pointed steadily at the open back door, and at the same time he shouted anxiously:

"Emmett, how are you?"

"I'm fine."

Emmett replied to her, coughing painfully twice, feeling a dull pain in his sternum.

Bunker covered Siobhan until she returned.

He glanced at Siobhan in admiration, then put down the shotgun, walked quickly to the side, grabbed Emmett and dragged him back.

Emmett waved his hands quickly and said with sweat profusely:

"Okay, I'm fine."

Bunker ignored him and dragged him out of the crossfire area before stopping.

Emmett's clothes were penetrated on his chest, and a bullet was embedded in the soft body armor and blocked by the bulletproof insert.

"You take a rest first."

Bunker made sure he was fine, quickly stood up and ran back.

Siobhan saw Bunker running back and picking up the shotgun, and asked anxiously:

"How's Emmett?"

"He's fine. The bullet was stopped by the body armor."

Bunker's face showed no fear, but the sweat on his face showed his nervousness.

He had no protective equipment and was only wearing a thin black vest, which provided no protection at all.

Judging from the opponent's firepower, he could just take one shot and be done with it.

Fortunately, after the few people who rushed into the back door fell down, no one continued to rush in.

After a burst of crackling gunfire, there was no movement. This place seemed like a road to hell. Not everyone had the courage to charge towards death.

By this time, the gunfire above had stopped.

Siobhan turned around and shouted: "Alison, go up and take a look, be careful."

"OK."

Alison's voice sounded, followed by footsteps leaving, and then hurriedly returned, followed by a heavy step.

"Emmett, what's going on?"

Siobhan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it was Brock's voice.

The above can arrange for people to come down and prove that there is no problem.

Emmett was leaning against a wooden box. When he saw Brock coming over, he waved his hand: "I'm fine, just take a rest."

Siobhan didn't look back and asked anxiously:

"How's it going up there?"

"Kay Proctor is dead."

A simple sentence, but everyone present was shocked, and Alison Medin next to her also opened her mouth wide.

"Why?"

Alison came to her senses and asked quickly: "I mean how did he die?"

Brock turned sideways, revealing the scratches on his face. The bleeding had stopped, but it still looked very scary, with half of his face dripping with blood.

"Cheton used the M60 machine gun. I had a little more luck than Proctor and his lawyer."

Seeing him like this, Alison took a step back uncontrollably.

Bunker and Siobhan looked at each other with lingering fears.

I thought that the blow I received was severe enough, but I didn't expect that a machine gun was used above.

"Then how did you guard against it?"

Alison couldn't care less about the news of Proctor's death at this time, as it was now important to save her own life.

"Please."

Emmett grabbed Brock's hand and stood up: "The most capable people in our police department are on top, and I have confidence in them."

"No more nonsense." Brock raised his belt:

"You and Siobhan come up with me and change places."

Emmett was stunned for a moment:

"Why?"

"Ethan and Hood decided to fight out the back door, ask for help, or disperse them directly." Brock felt a sting on his face and allowed Alison to wipe his face with a handkerchief.

Alison was excited: "Are these two crazy? This is suicide. They also have machine guns."

"lighter."

Brock grinned: "The machine gun has been destroyed. The most important thing is that our ammunition cannot last that long. Something must be done."

Knowing that now was not the time for nonsense, now that the Sheriff had made a decision, they could only carry it out.

Siobhan nodded to Bunker, put away the AR15 and ran back.

Emmett rubbed his chest, slapped the bullet away, and hurriedly followed Brock.

After seeing them leave, Alison quickly held the pistol and came to the passage. Now there were only her, Bunker, and three civilians down there, and she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Bunker glanced at her and said in a deep voice:

"Take a deep breath, relax your shoulders, don't tense them too much."

After taking a few deep breaths, Alison forced herself to relax: "Lift up your vest and let me take a look."

"Huh?" Bunker looked at her puzzled.

Alison said expressionlessly: "I'm the district attorney."

"Okay, ma'am."

Although he didn't know what this had to do with the district attorney, Bunker still pulled up his vest.

Seeing that most of the palm-sized swastika tattoo on it was destroyed and turned into scars, Alison nodded:

"Now you have a little bit of my trust."

Bunker looked at the little bit Alison pinched on her little finger and reluctantly put down his clothes.