My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Rivera looked at his strong back, as if she could feel the heat radiating from the body in front of her.

Having just taken a hot bath, Ethan was sweating a little.

Strong muscles look shiny.

Rivera felt her face was a little hot, she quickly took a few breaths and reached out to untie the bandage on Ethan's shoulder.

Feeling a little discomfort, Ethan's shoulders shook slightly.

Rivera hurriedly moved her hands gently. After taking off the bandage, a three- to four-centimeter-long wound on it had stopped bleeding and seemed to be showing some signs of healing.

She was a little surprised, but she didn't stop her movements.

Carefully wiping all the areas except the wound with disinfectant alcohol, Rivera sprinkled powder on the wound, and finally picked up the bandage in the medical box and bandaged it again.

Ethan moved his shoulders, but his movements were no longer serious.

If it hadn't been so hard in the afternoon, the current situation would probably be better.

Rivera walked around to the front and wrapped the bandage around it.

Through the loose sleeveless basketball shirt, you can see her black sports bra, which is quite large.

Her sexy belly is clearly visible, and her wheat-colored skin looks particularly energetic.

Sensing Ethan's undisguised gaze, Rivera's breathing slowly became hot, suppressing her panic, and wrapped the last few circles of bandages on him.

As the bandages tightened, the distance between the two became closer and closer.

At this moment, Ethan's ears twitched slightly.

There was a small sound of breaking dead branches from outside, and he quickly turned on the radar.

Outside the house, a dozen light spots formed a circle and were quickly approaching the house.

Ethan grabbed Rivera and threw her onto the sofa.

"ah!"

Rivera exclaimed softly, then pursed her lips, her eyes watery.

However, Ethan did not rush forward as she thought, but instead picked up the two pistols that were blocked by her body and placed on the table.

"boom."

The python's revolver sprayed fireworks and bullets hit the sliding glass door of the living room.

The warhead shattered the glass, and the head of a man in black suddenly jumped out from the side and exploded.

The moment the gunfire rang out, the white dots outside accelerated their movement. At a speed visible to the naked eye, those people were approaching the position where they could break into the house.

Ethan quickly fired three more shots at the balcony, killing all the people who broke in from here.

"Dong dong."

The windows of the bedroom and bathroom were broken in one after another and people broke in.

Ethan opened his arms, raised his pistol and walked forward quickly.

Glock sprayed gunfire into the bedroom. After two gunshots, the heavy object fell to the ground.

Turning around again, he raised the Python revolver, pointed it at the door, and pulled the trigger twice, breaking two small holes in the door.

"ah!"

Screams sounded.

Of the two white dots on the screen, only one disappeared.

"Puff puff."

The wounded man outside the front door returned fire.

The submachine gun made a series of bullet holes in the door, shattered the dishes in the cupboard, and swept all the way to the sofa.

As early as when Ethan shot and killed several people who appeared from the balcony, Rivera grabbed her backpack, rolled off the sofa, and rolled all the way under the wooden table.

At this time, Ethan had already arrived next to the TV.

The python revolver was dropped and the Glock that Rivera had placed here was drawn out.

Two Glocks, one hand facing the bathroom and the other facing the door, constantly pulling the triggers.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Gunshots rang out throughout the house, and the man at the front door and the two blips hiding in the bathroom disappeared from the radar.

There was a clanging sound, and a dark object was thrown into the bedroom from behind.

When Ethan saw this, he flew under the table.

"Bang."

The grenade explodes.

Broken shrapnel flew in all directions, and the bedroom door was blown down.

Now that the remaining white spots were at the back of the house, he took Rivera out from under the table.

"asshole."

Rivera reacted at this time, grabbed Ethan's hand directly, pressed her fingers on his index finger, and fired wildly into the bedroom.

After shooting a few random shots, Ethan broke away from her hand:

"calm."

"Fake, this is my home." Rivera's eyes burst out with anger, and she wanted to tear those people into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, two more grenades were seen flying in from the bedroom window.

Ethan burst out with all his strength and quickly pulled Levia to the bathroom.

"Bang, bang."

Accompanied by two explosions, he rushed into the bathroom with Rivera, and then turned over to avoid the crackling debris and sawdust.

Suddenly everything went dark. The grenade may have hit the wiring in the house, interrupting the circuit.

"Shhh."

Ethan covered Rivera's mouth and sighed softly.

She nodded quickly, hugging her backpack tightly in her arms, her eyes filled with uncontrollable anger.

Letting go of the hand holding Rivera, Ethan stood up.

His eyelids blinked rapidly, allowing his eyes to quickly adapt to the sudden change in light.

There were still five light spots left on the radar, and three of them, judging from the distance, had entered the bedroom through the window, but those three people stopped again.

The other two white spots quickly moved towards the balcony.

These people still planned to cover from both sides. The three people in the bedroom were waiting for the people walking to the balcony to launch an attack together.

Based on the information provided by the radar, Ethan quickly made a judgment.

He stood sideways at the door of the bathroom, pointing two Glocks in his hands to both sides.

Rivera squatted against the bathtub. When she saw the two corpses lying on the ground, she was shocked at first, and then immediately picked up the two submachine guns on them.

Ethan was touched by the cold barrel of the gun and quickly turned around.

Rivera handed him a submachine gun with a murderous look on her face.

Ethan had forgotten that the person in front of him was also a serious detective.

Rivera had received professional training, and after reacting, she began to fight back.

After taking the submachine gun, under Ethan's command, Rivera followed him and walked out of the bathroom carefully without making any noise.

No staying in the bathroom or climbing out of the window.

At this time, his advantage is that he knows the opponent's position. If he makes any noise and attracts a grenade, he will have nowhere to run in the bathroom.

Bending down to the wooden wall next to the bedroom, Ethan stretched out his fingers and gestured repeatedly.

Everyone knew the simple tactical moves. Rivera nodded, took two steps back, raised her submachine gun and pointed it at the balcony.

The two blips on the radar were almost approaching the balcony.

Ethan no longer hesitated, put his injured shoulder on the butt of the gun, pointed it into the bedroom, and pulled the trigger frantically.

"Da da da."

The tongues of fire formed into a ball, passing through the wooden wall and hitting the three white spots gathered together in the bedroom.

As he fought, he moved quickly toward the bedroom door to avoid possible counterattacks.

Although Rivera didn't know why Ethan judged that there was someone in the direction of the balcony, he had already killed a bunch of people in just a short while.

With this kind of record endorsement, she trusted Ethan unconditionally and pointed the cold muzzle steadily at the balcony.