My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan took out the magazine and photographed the AR15.

A group of six people gathered at the stairwell, and police lights flashing outside the house could be seen from the window.

Many patrolmen raised their pistols nervously and hid behind police cars.

"Chicago police."

"Lay down your weapons and surrender."

Erin shouted several times, but there was no response.

It's strange. Under normal circumstances, they should have surrendered long ago.

Ethan observed the radar blips. There were people milling around upstairs and some standing still.

At this time, I am too lazy to think about it that much.

Just kill it all the way up.

Ethan kept his gun pointed upwards and stepped gently up the stairs. His performance just now had impressed everyone present and they all moved aside.

The two old Yinbi were also moving slowly in the corridor to the corner, planning to give them a surprise.

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan seized the opportunity and fired first at the corner.

The warhead tore through the wooden wall and hit the two men, bringing out wisps of blood.

The few people following him were already highly nervous, and now they were even more startled by his sudden shooting.

A bunch of bullet casings flew up from the ejection port and fell to the stairs with a clatter.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Ethan used his feet to exert force and quickly came to the corridor on the second floor. At the same time, he knelt down on one knee to minimize the area affected by the attack.

The others quickly followed his movements.

Atwater swallowed when he saw the two bodies lying in a pool of blood.

"spread."

Hank whispered the order and moved his palms.

Erin and Atwater took a few steps back, walked up a few stairs, and pointed their guns upward.

Ethan quickly glanced at the radar, and five light spots became parallel.

There are three rooms in front, and there is no one on the left and right. In the innermost room, five light spots form a semicircle, surrounding the door.

The three spots of light upstairs were all huddled in the corners.

"Chicago police."

Hank yelled down the hallway, "Drop your weapons, you're surrounded."

There was no response from the other side, and the second floor fell into an eerie silence.

They didn't have Ethan's radar plug-in. In Erin's opinion, the three intersecting doors were extremely scary, as if countless bullets would be poured out of them at the next moment.

"Follow my command."

The stalemate couldn't continue like this, and the people in the intelligence team didn't bring flash bombs. Ethan saw there was no movement on the third floor and spoke decisively.

He waved his arm and pointed straight forward:

"Alternate shots and move forward."

"Hank, Erin, attack the first group."

"Atwater takes over and Burgess watches the stairs."

"Horsted and I last, is that clear?"

Everyone understood what he meant, which was to use continuous attacks to drive the opponent away from the door and reduce the risk of being attacked.

With an order, Hank and Erin quickly moved their guns, picked up their AR15s, and fired wildly inside.

Others avoided the line of fire and advanced slowly on the left and right sides.

The door had been made with dozens of holes by the bullets poured on it. People with sharp eyes could already vaguely see the scene inside through the holes.

Through the radar, you can see the light spots inside moving rapidly.

While they were dodging, a spot of light had disappeared, and one of them was shot to death by Hank and the others.

At this time, Ethan came to the first door next to him.

Even though he knew there was no one inside, he fired a few shots at random and then kicked the door open.

As soon as the gunfire from behind stopped, Atwater immediately took over.

The shotgun kept pumping, punching fist-sized holes in the door that was already riddled with holes.

Muffler people, don't want to sit around and wait for death.

In the innermost room, gunshots suddenly rang out and bullets flew out.

"ah!"

Horsted followed Ethan into the room. He groaned and was knocked over.

Seeing this, Atwater pumped the shotgun even faster. Hank also changed the magazine in time, raised his gun and fired back, suppressing the people in the room.

Ethan seized the opportunity. He grabbed the shoulder strap of Horsted's bulletproof vest and quickly stepped back.

In two or three moves, he was pulled to the corner of the room.

"Relax and don't move."

The struggling Horsted was firmly held down by Ethan, and he quickly checked him. Three deformed warheads were stuck in the bulletproof vest.

There was blood coming out of the thigh as well, but luckily it was a scratch.

"It's okay, it didn't go in, don't worry." Ethan rubbed his face to help him calm down.

The thigh injury looks serious, but it will be fine after a few days of recovery. In comparison, the bullet hitting the bulletproof vest may be more serious.

Horsted looked almost breathless, his face covered with sweat.

In Ethan's experience, the ribs kept cracking.

"Call the main station, this is Detective Ethan Morgan, police number 99527, there are police officers injured at the scene and an ambulance is needed."

"receive."

The voice from the dispatch office sounded: "Ambulances have been arranged around, one block away from you."

"OK."

Ethan panned the walkie-talkie, and Hank's anxious voice sounded:

"How is he?"

They only saw Horsted take two sharp steps back, fall to the ground, and quickly disappear into the next room.

"It's not a big problem."

Ethan gritted his teeth, moved his body, and responded loudly.

The light and shadow diagonally opposite flickered, and an old black man appeared in his sight.

His fingers clicked quickly, and several bullets went through the holes in the door, hitting the old black man's head hard, splashing a few flowers of blood.

Ethan yelled, "Stop shooting."

He picked up a chair with one hand and threw it towards the crumbling door:

"boom."

The tattered door was smashed to pieces by the chair, and countless broken pieces of wood flew inside.

Violent gunfire rang out, and bullets hit the chair.

Ethan rushed forward and appeared at the door like a ghost. Looking at the desperate eyes of those people, he grinned and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

A burst of gunfire rang out, and he walked into the room while firing.

By the time the people behind him caught up, Ethan was already holding an assault rifle and walking to the window.

In the next corner, a man and a woman were lying in a pool of blood.

The only person left was leaning against the wall, with several bullet holes in his chest. The arm holding the gun was also smashed, and blood was pouring from the corner of his mouth.

There was still a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

Ethan put a foot on his shoulder and pointed the hot muzzle between his eyebrows.

"silencer."

Ethan said in a deep voice: "You know Miranda? You have provoked people you shouldn't have provoked."

"boom."

Silencer's eyes flashed, but Ethan didn't give him any chance to speak and shot him between the eyebrows.

Release your foot and the muffler falls to the side.

When he turned around, Hank was standing at the door, turning a blind eye to his shooting of the defenseless suspect.

On the other side, Atwater met his gaze and smiled.

This is a smart guy, Ethan commented on him.

In fact, they are not stupid. Usually when faced with this kind of situation, they will pretend not to see it.

There is a tacit understanding among the police on how to deal with people who dare to open fire on the police.

Ethan lowered his gun: "Where's Irene?"

Hank pointed to the side: "Looking at Halstead."

Taking advantage of the situation, they turned the gun around and went to the third floor. They learned that the silencer had been shot dead. The remaining people threw their weapons out of the room and lay down on the spot, holding their heads in their hands.

The remaining two men and one woman were handcuffed, and the entire house was completely cleared.