My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan pulled the trigger and shot the man who broke in through the glass to death.

It could be seen from the radar that the last light point near the house had gone around the back of the bedroom, and he moved quickly into the bedroom.

A figure flashed across the window behind, and the two looked at each other.

"boom."

One shot to the head.

At this moment, the front window was smashed and something was thrown in.

Ethan looked at it intently, his hair standing on end.

C4!

He threw himself at the bedroom window, causing the glass to shatter and fly out.

Ethan rolled to the ground and sprinted towards the trees behind the house.

"Bang."

A deafening explosion sounded, blowing up the entire wooden house.

Most of the roof was overturned, and the broken boards were like bullets, crackling in all directions.

The huge shock wave knocked him over, and the trees blocked the flying debris.

But there was still a pain in my shoulder, and a table knife was stuck in it.

Ethan staggered to the other side and ran to the other side. He was so dizzy that he saw double images and his ears were full of screams. It was not suitable to continue fighting now.

As I walked quickly through the woods and onto the road, I saw a BMW driving towards me.

The car stopped, and a blond beauty wearing an orange leather jacket suddenly pushed open the door. At the same time, she raised the Glock and pointed it at Ethan, shouting loudly:

"Drop the pistol."

Ethan couldn't hear what she was saying at all now, but facing the threat of a gun, he had no choice but to raise his hands in pain.

Rivera saw the smoke and dust raised by the explosion not far away, with a hint of panic on her face.

She nervously pointed the gun at Ethan, took out her police badge as a signal, and continued to order him to drop the pistol.

Ethan recognized the person in front of him, Immigration Bureau agent Rivera. His hearing finally recovered a little, and he could faintly hear him being told to throw away his pistol.

He had no choice but to let go and the python revolver fell to the ground.

I never thought that one day I would be greeted with a police badge and pointed at a Glock.

At Rivera's signal, Ethan took a few steps back.

Rivera picked up the Python revolver and waved the muzzle of the gun to signal Ethan to get in the passenger seat.

The silver BMW raised a circle of smoke and dust. When the man in leather jacket ran over, he could only vaguely see the license plate number behind the smoke.

"Shet."

He cursed angrily and returned helplessly.

After getting into the BMW and the air-conditioning blowing, Ethan finally came to his senses.

The female agent next to him looked at him nervously, driving with one hand and putting the other hand underneath, holding the Glock and pointing at herself.

"what's going on?"

Rivera asked hurriedly: "What was that explosion just now? Why were there so many gunshots? Who are you?"

"if you do not mind?"

Ethan pointed to his shoulder carefully. The other person was obviously a newbie, and he was afraid that she would make a mistake.

"You'd better move slowly, don't let me misunderstand you."

Rivera nodded, staring at him from the corner of her eyes.

Ethan raised his arm and reached for the table knife stuck on his shoulder. He held the blade and flicked it gently. The tip of the knife left the flesh and blood seeped out, dyeing the T-shirt red.

I looked at the depth of the blood on the knife. It was two to three centimeters, so it wasn't a big problem.

He frowned slightly and threw the sharp knife under the seat.

Rivera looked at his series of actions and felt a little nervous. The man in front of her was too calm, and he didn't look like someone who had just experienced a gun battle or explosion.

She paid attention to Ethan and said loudly:

"I'm Satana Rivera, Immigration and Customs agent. What happened just now?"

"Immigration?"

"That's right, if you tell me what happened, I promise you won't be deported."

Rivera was keenly aware that there must be a hidden secret behind this matter. Even an ordinary illegal worker could get a gun. There was no way to carry out the assassination smoothly.

Not to mention the huge explosion that just happened, none of this is simple.

"Are you sure you want to know the truth?"

Ethan took a look at her. She should be around 23 or 24 years old. She could be arranged by her boss to guard the undercover in the park in the middle of the street.

Either they are new or not taken seriously.

Ethan smiled: "You, as an agent, may not be able to deal with what's going on here."

"This has nothing to do with you. You just need to tell everything. I'm tired of squatting on the street every day to check for illegal workers." Rivera turned her head and said firmly:

"And you, my friend, are the opportunity I've been waiting for a long time."

Ethan moved his shoulders: "It sounds like you need my help."

"Everyone helps each other."

Rivera drove the car seriously: "Now the police across the state are looking for you. As long as you cooperate with my work, I promise that I will plead for you in front of the judge."

"You're new, right?"

When Ethan asked this question, Rivera was stunned for a moment.

He took the opportunity to reach out and grasp the Glock's sleeve in Rivera's hand like lightning, and pushed it back, tilting the muzzle of the gun to one side for safety.

At the same time, another hand was raised from behind.

Ethan had a Glock in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed firmly against Rivera's temple.

The silver BMW swayed and quickly returned to its right position.

In less than a second, the situation between the two sides was reversed.

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against her head, and Rivera's throat felt thirsty.

"let go."

Ethan's calm voice sounded: "Or you can bet on whether there are bullets in my gun."

Rivera had no choice but to let go of her hand on the handle of the gun and said nervously: "You don't want to be a police killer, no one will let you go."

"As long as you cooperate, of course I won't kill you."

Ethan took her Glock and threw it into her storage compartment.

At the same time, he also lifted up Rivera's coat with unusual skill and took back the Python revolver she had put in the holster.

Then check her back and armpits.

After making sure there were no radio devices or other weapons, he removed the muzzle from her head.

"Next time, remember to put on handcuffs and search again."

Ethan put the pistol on his thigh and pointed it steadily at her: "Be calm when doing things, don't get carried away."

Rivera was ashamed and angry, and gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

Unexpectedly, after the situation was reversed, Ethan took the initiative to tell what happened:

"I was not the one who shot the senator. There was an assassin at the scene. I was set up."

"The person who assassinated the senator was named Michael Booth. He was the senator's campaign aide. He was not trying to kill the senator. All this was for votes."

Rivera turned her head and blinked.

Ethan understood what she meant. Just as he was about to shrug, his shoulder felt a sharp pain. He wiped the sweat from his face:

"Believe me, I didn't take you for a fool."

"Now, can you take me to your residence to sit for a while? Miss Rivera."