My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Near the chapel where the battle started today, on a remote street, a woman wearing a hood slowly walked over.

She came to a black Ford F150 and stopped.

Seeing no one around, she took the gadget off her body.

"Dudu."

After the pickup rang a few times, it stopped beeping.

Soon, the engine vibrated.

Sitting in the driver's seat was clearly Zheng Lailai.

According to the plan, Zheng Lailai arrived at the meeting point first, stole the vehicle, and waited for others to come.

This was her specialty and she quickly found the right vehicle.

After starting the vehicle, she tapped the steering wheel anxiously and looked around.

They must be quick now. Their trackers have been left in a secret place. Now it seems that these people have just experienced a battle and are resting after the war.

If time passes, if players with other parameters come over and don’t see anyone, it will be a big trouble.

After a while, a tall man walked slowly over.

He was wearing a sports suit and a peaked cap on his head. He looked obscene as he walked, making people think he was a drug addict or a thief.

The man soon noticed something was wrong and moved toward the pickup truck.

Walking to the car window, my waist straightened instantly, and my whole body exuded an amazing sense of oppression.

When she saw the person who appeared, Zheng Lailai stopped tapping her fingers on the steering wheel and her face became stiff.

"Bang!"

The car door closed and Harlow moved his body to sit behind the driver's seat.

There was silence in the car, and Zheng Lailai even slowed down his breathing.

The street lamp not far away was struck by several light-seeking flying insects, and she seemed to be able to hear the faint collision sound.

"again!"

Zheng Lailai's thirsty voice sounded: "I'm very sorry."

After a few seconds of silence, Harold said in a low voice: "I just let you go, but I don't forgive you!"

"You can never be freed from this sin."

"You'd better not talk to me again before I'm provoked."

"I know you hate me."

Zheng Lailai's voice was hoarse: "I can't change things back to the original track. I can only do my best to help you."

"It doesn't make up for anything, I know."

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry!"

Harlow didn't respond, and the car became quiet again.

Soon, Jiabo, who had changed his clothes, came over.

There was a big old black man and a young girl. He took a look inside the car and decisively chose the co-pilot.

He is not familiar with these two people, and according to his personality, he will not have much communication with them.

Zheng Lailai breathed out, and the suffocating silence continued in the car.

Finally, Ethan's figure appeared.

On his back was a large long package.

Walked to the pickup truck and opened the door.

Pressing the hat, he took off the bag, bent down and got into the car.

Finally, someone came who could connect everyone, and the atmosphere inside suddenly became much more relaxed.

"Let's go!"

Jia Bo pointed the direction to Zheng Lailai, and then took off both sun visors to avoid possible exposure.

As the vehicle moved slowly, Harlow adjusted his sitting posture:

"Okay, now is there anything I should know?"

He is not very satisfied with this situation, it is too passive.

Just now, it was Zheng Lailai who took the initiative to cut his belly and remove the locator without explosion. Only then did he believe that Ethan was indeed capable of jumping out of this game and finding the organizer.

"Show him."

Ethan patted Jabber on the shoulder without saying his name.

"Don't touch it!"

Jiabo held up the notebook on his lap. Ever since he got in the car, he had been monitoring what was happening on the other side.

If there are any abnormalities, they must be grasped as soon as possible.

As the scenes switched, what Ethan said was confirmed.

Every move of the organizer is under their gaze.

"Okay!" Harlow's face was expressionless when he saw the host appearing on the screen.

Thinking of the emergency communication he had just received, he clenched his fists. This damn snake even said that he owed him a favor.

"May I ask a question first?"

Jia Bo closed his notebook: "I just roughly counted that there are more than thirty armed guards inside and outside the house."

"Most of them have long guys with them, what about you?"

He only had some electronic equipment on him and hurried over without any weapons.

Zheng Lailai held the steering wheel with one hand and pulled out the gun from his body.

After a while, three pistols and several spare magazines were placed on the water cup holder in the middle.

There is no need to bring out cold weapons, since no one else can use them.

Everyone participating in the competition chooses different weapons.

Everyone has their own style of doing things, and the equipment carried by each of their killers is mainly designed to bring out their own abilities.

Of course, it can’t be too exaggerated. There are certain limitations.

Harlow unzipped his sportswear, revealing the M500 revolver inside: "I only have this old buddy."

"Don't tell me I only have a pistol!" Jabo turned back to look at Ethan:

"In that case, I won't follow you moms and provoke Fake to die."

"Uh-huh!"

Ethan opened the long package on his lap and took out an AR-15: "Do you like this?"

"love it!"

Jiabo didn't expect it to have such heavy firepower.

He carefully put the computer at his feet, quickly took the gun and two magazines, and looked at it in his hands.

The car lights on the roadside flashed by one after another, and the dim light shone on the dark gun body.

The gun is in excellent condition, brand new.

Ethan picked up two more Uzi submachine guns and weighed them in his hands:

"Who wants this?"

"Give it to me!" Zheng Lailai looked in the rearview mirror and spoke quickly.

This compact submachine gun is perfect for me.

When Ethan picked up an ancient Beretta double-barreled shotgun, looking at the beautifully shaped gun body, Harold licked his thick lips.

Before he could speak, Ethan handed over the double-barreled shotgun and a box of shotguns.

When Ethan took out six grenades from his body, Jabo could no longer hold back:

"Come on, tell me."

"What are you doing here with Fake?"

Not only him, the corners of the other two people's eyes twitched. What the hell here, who is the killer.

"On vacation!" Ethan took out an AR-15 and stuffed several magazines into his body:

"I originally planned to go to Chestnut Mountain Ski Resort, but this happened."

"I'm curious, do you usually bring these things with you on vacation?" Zheng Lailai weighed the Uzi submachine gun in her hand, and suddenly felt a toothache.

She looked at everyone's hands. Assault rifles, submachine guns, pistols, and shotguns were all activated.

I know very well that this guy got involved by accident.

In other words, these firearms are really items he carries with him.

"What's so strange!"

Ethan pulled the gun bolt and said nonchalantly:

"You will know after you have suffered a few losses."

Thinking of what he had experienced in California, Jabber said nothing and stretched out his fist.

The two fist bumped and looked at each other with a smile.

Harlow glanced at the package, and it was obvious that there were a lot of guys inside.

He shook his head, lowered the barrel, and inspected the weapon.

Others say that he is an extremely dangerous person, but he will not go out with such a pile of things at any time.

There was a constant clicking sound, and several people in the car were nervously making preparations for the war.

They are all veterans, so they don’t need any words of encouragement.

Under the driving of Zheng Lailai, the wheels rotated rapidly.

The Ford F150 soon left the town and crashed into the darkness.