My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Inside the scope, Senator John McLaughlin was in high spirits.

With his hands on his hips, he was speaking passionately to voters, with firm eyes, giving people the image of a tough guy.

With one minute left, Ethan slowly moved the gun and aimed it at his arm, holding his breath.

The sound of the speech suddenly stopped, and Senator McLaughlin instantly disappeared from Ethan's scope, followed by a faint gunshot.

Ethan quickly moved away from the scope and looked straight ahead.

The rally was a mess, with voters running around like ants on a hot pot.

Senator McLaughlin had fallen to the ground, covering his feet with his hands. The staff around him quickly surrounded him and covered him.

Ethan quickly looked to the side, his pupils contracting violently.

The man in leather was standing on the roof of a building in the distance, also holding an AR-15 in his hand. He smiled at Ethan, flashed and disappeared behind the parapet.

At the same time, the media and cameras around the venue were all taking photos in his direction.

"trap."

Ethan cursed in his mind, quickly lowered his body, threw the AR-15 back into space, and took out his Glock 17.

In this situation, how could he dare to use that gun?

He quickly ran to the stairs and ran down the fire escape.

Fortunately, I was cautious and wore a soft mask all the way. Otherwise, if I was photographed by the media, I would not be able to stay in this country.

Although it is not clear what the situation is now, one thing is confirmed.

That is, I was sold.

None of the people from the Goatee Clan could believe that the person who was supporting him below must have turned into someone who wanted to kill him.

No matter what Goatee's purpose is, silencing himself must be his primary goal now.

Street park, food truck.

Letty put her long legs on the small bench in front of her, crossed her arms, and watched the small TV above.

She knew that a senator who was tough on illegal Mexican workers was in town to get votes, and she was paying attention.

Inside the TV. Senator McLaughlin loudly declared that if he was re-elected, he would push the state Legislature to build a wall on the border and provide electricity.

All of this money has to be paid by Mexicans.

The voters who attended the meeting cheered loudly for him. Letty picked up the taco on the side and smashed it against the TV:

"Why didn't anyone beat this bastard to death?"

As she was cursing, a gunshot was heard on the TV, and Senator McLaughlin wiped a stream of blood from his leg and fell to the ground. The scene was chaotic.

Letty was shocked and quickly retracted her legs.

When did he become so effective, and whoever fired the gun had such bad marksmanship.

After shaking violently, the camera quickly locked in one direction and quickly zoomed in.

On a small building, a black-haired man holding an AR-15 appeared in the camera. He wore a mask on his face, and it could only be seen that he was not black.

"call."

Letty breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the shooter didn't reveal his true identity.

Then, she swallowed hard again.

This blue striped shirt looked so familiar. After all, she couldn't forget the handsome appearance of the owner wearing this shirt so quickly.

"Shet."

Letty bit her thick lip. Didn't this man say he was going to find those who hunted the stowaways? Why did he go to assassinate the senator again? Where did such a crazy bastard come from.

She quickly stood up and turned off the TV.

The food truck's roof was closed, puffs of smoke came out, and it quickly drove towards the city council.

Ethan ran down the stairs and turned on the radar.

After running down two floors, there were three white dots with downward arrows, moving in a circuitous way, almost overlapping with themselves.

It was obvious that there were three people running up the fire stairs below.

The visitor is evil, it must be the man with the goatee.

It's just that now, a shooting incident just occurred here, and it's not appropriate for a few more people to die.

He had been a policeman himself and had learned a lot of tricks from Hood. He was careful along the way and left no clues, so no official figure would be able to pursue him.

As long as he escapes from the office building, the only people who can come after him are people with goatees.

When the time comes, it doesn't matter how you do it.

Thinking of this, he quickly opened the fire door and walked into the office building.

The role of radar was fully utilized at this time. Any abnormal white spots were easily avoided by him.

He jumped up and down along the way, and in a short time he reached the second floor.

There must be someone ambushing him at the front and back doors on the first floor. Ethan quickly came to an empty bathroom.

Throw your backpack into the space and quickly change out of your clothes.

Not long after, a clean and handsome man wearing jeans, a blue T-shirt, and a pair of high-end sunglasses came out of the bathroom.

He walked to the fire bell and hit it hard with the butt of his gun. The piercing fire bell rang throughout the office building.

Ethan followed the chaotic crowd and walked out of the office building easily along the front door.

When he went out, he didn't forget to take a look at the house number.

Outside the door, there were several anxious-looking men in suits standing with bulging waists.

It’s just that those people’s attention was all on people who were dressed similarly to Ethan before.

They didn't even look at the well-dressed person, let alone the handsome Ethan, who was supporting an office OL girl who accidentally fell.

After leaving the office building, Ethan smiled and declined the invitation of the beautiful office girl to have a cup of coffee.

Normally, he might not refuse.

But now, the calm appearance is full of anger.

Turning around, he turned cold.

While walking forward along the street, he took out his phone and sent the address he just memorized.

Before he could make the call, Jiabo called with a pleasant voice:

"Hey, what's that address for?"

On Jabber's side, Craig's cheers could still be heard.

Ethan glanced around and said quickly:

"I was framed. The address I just sent you is an office building. I need you to destroy all the monitoring data from the past two days. Is there any problem?"

Jia Bo's voice became serious: "Framed? Office building?"

"That's right."

Jiabo relaxed: "It's a joke, it's not a military base. When does the FBI need to get it done?"

"Whatever you're doing now, do it now, right now."

Ethan pressed down the phone and walked forward easily.

Destroying surveillance records is the last possible way to expose oneself. Unless the goatee blows up, there is absolutely no problem with one's own safety.

He was playing with himself before, but now he's turning around.

Turning a corner, a red food truck was driving towards him, whizzing past him.

Looking at the familiar graffiti, he took off his sunglasses in confusion.