My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Under Ethan's command, Craig walked to the wooden door.

He took a deep breath, reached for the door handle, and turned it gently. They were very lucky, there was no lock here either.

Just as Craig pushed open a crack in the door, a red light flashed above the corridor.

As the lights flashed, the piercing alarm sounded suddenly.

"I saw something moving on the fourth floor, hurry up."

Jiabo's voice continued to sound, and he enjoyed this feeling extremely. With the help of the monitor, he seemed to have become a god.

Every move of those people in the corridor was under his surveillance.

"Bang."

When Ethan heard this, he kicked the door and strode in.

This is the place where flour is packed. Five or six people inside are busy working. When they heard the alarm sound, everyone stopped what they were doing.

Those who reacted quickly ran to the side immediately. There were more than a dozen AK47s on the table next to them.

Before he could reach the table, the door was kicked open.

"Da da da."

Ethan burst into the room, his finger quickly pulled on the trigger, and the gun muzzle spurted out tongues of fire.

As his muzzle moved, clouds of blood mist exploded in the room.

"Done."

He replied calmly, turned around and walked out of the room, leaving only the corpses of Mexican gangsters on the ground.

Buzz glanced at the shotgun, which was still unloaded, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

At this time, Craig's steps stopped. He looked at the flour blocks stacked on the table inside, and his whole body seemed to be sinking.

"Craig, wake up."

Jiabo noticed his behavior at the right time and shouted quickly.

The shouting also startled Ethan and Baz. When they turned around, they found that Craig was still standing in the direction of the door, four or five meters away from them.

Craig soon came to his senses and hurriedly walked towards them.

Buzz slapped Craig on the head and cursed: "Shet, don't you know what to do now?"

Craig quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I just haven't touched it in two days."

On the fourth floor, in a luxurious office.

Gu Chen threw the fine Cuban cigar to the ground, and the scar on his face turned bright red. Anyone familiar with it knew that this was a sign of extreme anger.

Only after receiving a phone call from his subordinates did he know that he had been invaded, but on the surveillance wall next to him, everything was as usual.

Everything is very wrong, and the person seeking revenge is definitely not an ordinary person.

It's just that there are too many enemies, and he doesn't know who they are.

But this is his place, Gu Chen is not afraid of anyone.

He picked up a dagger, picked up a little bit of the flour on the table, put the tip of the knife to his nose, and inhaled hard, feeling instantly energized.

"boom."

He nailed the dagger heavily to the table, splattering a few drops of blood.

Gu Chen's eyes were crazy, he grabbed the hip-covering skirt in front of him, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and roared angrily: "Leave two people, you, and you to take someone to see what happened."

"Got it, boss."

Two of the four men sitting on the sofa nearby stood up quickly, showed the submachine guns hanging on their bodies, and strode outside.

The other two people also put their guns on the table, and one of them got up and pressed the red button on the side.

The piercing sirens suddenly echoed in the room, and the red lights flashed.

The girl lying on the table didn't dare to say a word.

Her body was shaking violently, and her eyes looked painfully at the dagger stuck in her palm.

Gu Chen continued the movements on his waist, and at the same time took the wooden box placed next to him, opened the lid on it, and found a golden Colt M1911 lying quietly inside.

He grabbed the pistol and looked fiercely.

"One minute, guys."

Jia Bo's voice sounded at the right time: "Two people just walked out of Gu Chen's office on the fourth floor, holding submachine guns."

"Those two people are knocking on the door to call for help, so be careful."

"Okay, keep me informed of the latest situation." Ethan replied to Jabber, while shaking his head at Baz.

Now is not the time to curse, there are still a group of gunmen up there.

They returned along the same route. Based on their observations during this period, no one entered or left the other rooms, which should be places where debris was stored.

The most important things here on the third floor are the flour packaging room and the monitoring room at the beginning.

Another voice came from the headset:

"There are four people coming downstairs, charging with AKs and Uzis in their hands. Be careful, you will encounter them soon."

Ethan quickly waved his hand to signal the two people behind him to disperse.

When there is monitoring, it is just like cheating. You know every move of the other party, and the difficulty plummets.

Although Gu Chen's people were as careful as possible, with the help of the carpet, there was not even a sound of footsteps.

However, their cautious movements seemed like a bad drama to Jiabo's eyes, and he reported each other's every move in real time.

Buzz held the shotgun firmly in his hand and pointed the muzzle in the direction of the stairs.

Now, he just feels that the money is really well spent. The original hell level difficulty has now become like playing a game.

At the top of the stairs, two Mexican gang members walked down shyly.

One of them saw the three muzzles pointed at him, and his crotch suddenly became wet.

"Bang."

Buzz pulled the trigger, the shotgun sprayed out flames, and the man was blasted into the wall.

Ethan had already set the Uzi submachine gun to full-automatic mode. He rushed out and pulled the trigger. The bullets in the magazine were emptied at full speed within a second.

Craig also strode forward, the submachine gun in his hand firing continuously.

For a moment, violent gunshots echoed throughout the building.

Lan Ma stuck her head out of the car window. The stairwell was right above it. The movement was particularly obvious. Gunshots sounded like fried beans, and gunfire flickered on the window.

There were no people on the street here, but when they heard the fierce gunshots, the few people there wished their parents would give them two more legs and ran quickly away.

The gunfire came hard and retreated quickly.

In just two or three seconds, the movement stopped.

On the stairs to the fourth floor, four corpses had fallen, and several people were beaten like a hornet's nest.

Ethan put down the Uzi and pulled out the Glock.

Jiabo saw an opportunity in the surveillance camera and said hurriedly: "There are two people in the aisle above. They were frightened by your movements and are arguing. Hurry up."

Ethan immediately opened his legs and flew up.

In just two or three moves, like a nimble ape, the figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Shet."

Craig was frightened by his powerful explosive power. As he ran upwards, he cursed in a low voice: "Is this guy still a human?"

Ethan rushed up the stairs, kicked hard, and flew out.

"Bang bang."

While the whole person was still hanging in the air, the Glock in his hand was already spraying gunfire, and two bullets flew out at high speed.