My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at the firearm beside him, Ethan reached out and grabbed it.

Zheng Lailai looked happy and waved.

The next moment, her face froze.

Ethan unceremoniously inserted the pistol into his waist, with no intention of returning it to her.

"Clang!"

A grenade bounced and flew towards Ethan.

"bump!"

He flew up in the air, and the grenade flew back at a faster speed.

"Wow!"

A sturdy man broke through the glass and broke into the church.

When he saw the grenade flying towards him, his feet became weak.

"Bang."

Fortunately, the distance was not close, and the frag grenade used was not one.

The strong man groaned and fell to the ground.

He endured the pain, used his hands and feet, and crawled forward quickly.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ethan turned around from behind the stone pillar, the Glock in his hand kept spitting out gunfire.

The benches on both sides of the chapel had been blown to pieces by the wave of grenades just now, and the inside was filled with smoke and dust.

The figures on the ground moved quickly, but they couldn't move faster than the bullets.

Two masses of blood mist rose up, causing the strong man to roar.

He quickly grabbed the shotgun stuck in his back and pulled the trigger in the direction of the gunshot.

A hole exploded in the bench next to it.

Just as he was about to continue firing, the smoke was broken by a figure, followed by a whistling kick, and the shotgun was kicked away.

The figure rushing towards him was none other than Zheng Lailai.

She took advantage of the strong man's injury and jumped directly on him, touching his lower back with her hands.

A cold light flashed, and two eagle claw knives appeared in her hands.

"Swish, swish, swish."

He waved his arms quickly, and wisps of blood flew up.

Hooking the strong man's neck to pieces, she turned forward and reached for the shotgun that fell aside.

"boom!"

The shotgun spattered sparks and ricocheted to the other side.

"That's not a smart move!"

Ethan stepped on the broken wood on the ground and walked over, the muzzle of the gun swinging: "This shot is because you are Chinese."

"Looking at your accent, you are of Chinese descent, right?"

"That's right."

Zheng Lailai wiped the blood splattered on his cheeks and gasped slightly: "Lingnan people, I have no hostility towards you."

"I'm in a competition and can't do without a weapon."

"Whether there is hostility or not, I have the final say." Ethan motioned for her to stand up, and then walked to the strong man:

"Who is this guy?"

Looking at the strong man who had lost his breath, Zheng Lailai was afraid for a while:

"Yuri Petrov."

"Being a member of the special forces of the Bear Country, he is good at fists, kicks and armed raids."

"We were lucky, he happened to be hit by a grenade, otherwise it would not have been so easy to solve."

"It's not luck."

Ethan held the gun in one hand and touched Petrov with the other hand: "It's strength."

There were five or six grenades hidden on top of the corpse.

Ethan moved quickly and quickly collected all these items.

"Throw it away!"

He stood up and raised his eyebrows at Zheng Lailai.

"Ding Dong!"

Two exquisite eagle claw knives danced on the ground.

"Turn around and hold the pillar with both hands."

Ethan continued to give instructions and said unceremoniously: "I have given you two chances, not a third time."

"I see!"

Zheng Lailai's chest rose and fell, and he turned around obediently and lay down on the stone pillar.

I have a pretty good figure and my black jeans fit me perfectly.

Ethan quickly groped around her body and pulled out a dagger from inside his boot.

All the way up, there is nothing foreign in the waist.

"I didn't expect that."

Ethan raised his eyebrows, pulled his hand away, and took out a small lady's pistol from her chest.

Due to the close fit, the gun body still has a touch of warmth.

"Can I turn around?"

Zheng Lailai's angry voice sounded: "Mr. Mysterious."

"No problem at all."

Ethan took two steps back: "What did we talk about just now, right, the contestants?"

"That's right!"

Zheng Lailai adjusted her bra and looked at the person in front of her: "Unfortunately, welcome to the killer championship."

"Go on."

Ethan became interested: "I'm listening."

"As you heard, this is a competition between killers." Zheng Lailai patted the dust on his clothes:

"It is held every few years, and the organizers choose a small town as the battlefield."

"Of course, it's not limited to killers."

"Anyone who feels they have the ability to play this game and is interested can submit an application through relevant channels, and the organizers will select thirty people they think are good enough to participate."

"Twenty-four hours, thirty contestants."

"A survivor."

These people are so damn tired of living.

In a game with such a high mortality rate, one must actively participate.

"How did you target me?"

He slowly exhaled the smoke: "What is the signal you are talking about?"

"Before the competition starts, under the arrangement of the organizer, we will check in various places in the town in advance."

Zheng Lailai took out the phone again: "At the designated time, we will drink the potion provided by the organizer and fall into a coma."

"Someone will perform a minor surgery on us and implant something like a positioner into the body."

"The locator will emit a signal that will be displayed on this tracker."

"I just noticed your signal appearing nearby, so I came here."

"Wait a moment!"

Ethan's face was ashen and he interrupted her:

"You mean, only the locator can send out signals?"

"That's right."

"Each locator will be implanted in the belly?"

"It's just under the skin anyway."

"Uh~"

Ethan retched as he remembered the faint fishy smell of coffee.

Noticing his movements, Zheng Lailai stared at his belly with a strange expression.

"Is there a possibility?"

Ethan raised his head, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Some bastards took out the locator and put it on others."

"Do you mean using unsuspecting people as bait?"

Zheng Lailai suppressed a smile, spread his hands and said, "It's not impossible."

"There are some lunatics who don't take other people's lives seriously at all, but there are very few such lunatics."

"Cameras throughout the town are under the control of the organizers."

"He must track the person throughout the whole process and get the locator back in the end. Otherwise, once this behavior is exposed, he will face the organizers' pursuit."

This is a matter of course, everyone else wears a locator.

Suddenly a guy appears with only a tracker in his hand, leaving others to do what they want.

"I don't care what kind of competition you are doing." Ethan gritted his teeth and said, "I'm just an ordinary person and I don't want to get involved in these things."

"Now I'm going to spit out the locator, and you should stay as far away from me as possible."

I had nothing to eat and was full, so I played a battle royale game with a bunch of killers.

I even explained it to the organizer. It was a waste of explanation.

Ethan's first reaction was to stay out of it.

Of course, the old black man who put himself in danger must be dealt with.