My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

I heard Hank say don't panic and let those people take action first.

People in the casino quickly dispersed, some hiding under the gaming tables and some hiding behind pillars.

Ethan stood behind a pillar and gave Hank a silent thumbs up. His decision was exactly what he wanted.

The entire casino was surrounded by the sound of the television.

They all raised their guns and pointed them at the entrance.

Unlike the others, Ethan had already put his index finger on the trigger and the butt of the gun against his shoulder.

Jimi was not far away and noticed Ethan's action.

His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he also curled up his index finger on the trigger guard and inserted it.

Footsteps sounded and soon stopped again.

Ethan squinted his eyes. The corner of the front desk blocked most of his view. From above, he could see the glass door being pushed open a small crack.

"Clang!"

Several collision sounds were heard, and two small cylindrical objects bounced in.

Ethan's face was horrified, he turned around quickly and quickly covered his eyes with his hands.

"Flashbang!!!"

Following his roar, there were two loud bangs.

Extremely dazzling light shines through the fingers. Even if you close your eyes, you can still feel the extremely exaggerated white light.

His head buzzed, and his heart felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Reality is no better than games. The power of flash bombs cannot be solved by turning around.

He clearly felt the impact of the air waves. The huge noise made him dizzy, and a sharp whistling sound rang in his ears.

The light flashed away, and Ethan shook his head vigorously.

The reaction of others was not fast enough. They were hit by two flash bombs indoors, and the effect was doubled.

He endured the discomfort and quickly turned around from behind the pillar.

Three gangsters wearing black hoods appeared in front of him, and Ethan twitched his fingers fiercely.

"Bang!"

The huge sound of the shotgun seemed weak at this time.

One of the gangsters' head exploded like a watermelon the moment he pulled the trigger.

Countless scarlet water droplets followed the shotguns and flew back. The glass could no longer hold on, shattered into pieces, and fell downstairs with a crackle.

After firing a shot, Ethan turned around and dodged.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a faint sound of gunfire, and the concrete pillar was hit, instantly creating a row of small holes.

The raised cement debris hit him randomly.

On the other side, several other people huddled up, squatting behind the pillars and gaming tables.

Only Atwater, who just didn't dare to show his head, didn't suffer that much damage.

He stared with burning eyes, ignoring the tears, and fired randomly in the direction of the door, trying hard to provide cover for Ethan.

It was discovered that there was an ambush inside and that the men were wearing police bulletproof vests.

In addition, as soon as one of our own people rushed in, one of them was shot in the head.

The remaining two gangsters suddenly wanted to quit.

They quickly fired back a few shots at the location where the gunshots first rang out, turned around and fled outside.

"Bah bang bang!"

As soon as I came outside, I found that the man who was staying behind to retreat was also firing wildly down below.

"trap!"

The man who was firing did not look back and shouted loudly:

"Run in, there are back doors to casinos."

"Farke!"

On one side is a narrow staircase and fierce gunfire, on the other is a spacious gambling hall and a bunch of people who were stunned by the bombing.

It doesn't take a second for them to make what they think is the right choice.

Downstairs, Hank and Antonio, as well as the recovered Erin, were firing ferociously, regardless of the danger, trying to find a way to rush upward.

The people above were hit by two flash bombs. Who knows if they are still capable of fighting now.

If you are not careful, there will be heavy casualties.

"Chicago police."

In desperation, Hank shouted loudly:

"Throw away your weapons, you still have a way to survive."

Now I can only reveal my identity and place my hope on the people above, but I dare not kill them.

Unexpectedly, the opponent actually had a flash bomb, a powerful weapon for attacking enemies indoors.

Ethan immediately dropped the shotgun and pulled the python out.

Taking advantage of the cover of gunfire from Atwater's side, he ducked out in the other direction.

The two gangsters were walking inside.

Ethan quickly pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

When a bullet hits a person's neck, time seems to slow down.

The skin and flesh were torn, and the neck was twisted at an extremely exaggerated angle.

There is a small hole in the front. When the warhead flies out from the back, the flesh and blood churns under the horror of the cavity effect, leaving a hole in the back of the neck.

"puff!"

The blood splashed hard onto the hood of the gangster behind him.

His eyes were blinded by the liquid. In panic, the man closed his eyes and pressed the trigger, firing randomly.

"Atwater, don't shoot!"

Ethan shouted as loudly as he could, firing and charging forward.

The bullets were fired one by one, hitting the gangster behind him with a bang.

Atwater couldn't hear the sound at all, his eyes were blurry and he saw a person rushing out from the side. He quickly released the trigger and buried his head behind the gaming table.

The warhead whizzed past, exploding several clouds of blood mist on the gangster behind.

His body shook wildly several times, and he opened his eyes desperately.

A violent figure had already rushed in front of him, and his tactical boots hit him with great force.

The gangster flew into the air and over the window.

He looked at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling no pain and feeling light all over.

"Bang!"

In less than two seconds, he fell hard to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

The gangster rolled his eyes, and the last scene he saw was a Chinese man wearing a star-striped cap, with scarlet blood drops on his frightened face.

Fakeyu, you are a Chinese, why are you wearing this hat?

The gangster fixed his eyes with the last trace of doubt.

Upstairs, after Ethan kicked the second gangster downstairs, the man whose neck was blown fell to the ground.

The person left behind could no longer withstand the fierce gunfire from Hank and the others.

He put away his gun and wanted to rush in with his two accomplices.

Looking back, his pupils contracted violently.

The slender barrel flashed a cold light.

The huge muzzle of the gun was facing him, giving him the feeling that it was going to devour him.

"Crack!"

The AR-15 fell to the ground.

The gangster raised his hands and shouted: "I surrender!"

"boom."

Ethan pulled the trigger hard, and the bullet penetrated between his eyebrows, passed through his skull, and made a small crater in the ground behind him.

"Sorry!" He picked out his ears with his fingers:

"I can't hear what you said."

"Boom."

The gangster fell back and fell heavily to the ground, kicking up dust.

"I'm Ethan, don't shoot."

Faintly hearing the intensive gunshots below, he squatted down and shouted loudly: "Stop firing!"

"Everyone, stop shooting, the gangsters have been eliminated!"

Soon, figures flashed.

Horsted rushed forward first. He saw several corpses lying on the ground, and his heart beat wildly.

The scene was too bloody, with blood everywhere at the entrance.

"How are you guys?"

He quickly leaned down and asked anxiously.

At this time, Hank and Erin also appeared at the door.

Ethan could only see their mouths opening and closing, and the screaming in their ears still continued.

"I can't hear you."

He stood up and grabbed Horsted: "I'm fine, go in and see them."

"Be careful, don't get accidentally hurt!"

He couldn't control his volume at all now. Under the control of adrenaline hormones, his voice sounded like a roar.

Hank quickly made the received signal, patted Halsted on the shoulder and walked carefully inside.

Eileen on the side was holding down the intercom and saying something quickly.

Ethan patted his ears and inserted the Python revolver heavily into the holster.