My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After lunch, Ethan drove on Saber alone to the address Reed sent him.

It didn't take long to reach the place.

This is a business office building and the office of Reed's real estate agency.

Slowly stopping the vehicle in the parking space, he looked to the left and right.

There was no one around, so he waved his hand.

On the back seat, four travel bags fell out of thin air.

There are about six million here. Ethan got into the back row and started to get busy.

I picked out roughly five to six hundred thousand, threw it into the space, and then closed the zipper of the travel bag.

There will only be more money left in it, not less.

As soon as he returned to the driver's seat, the phone rang, and Reid asked with concern:

"Mr. Morgan, where are you now?"

"It's just downstairs from your company."

"Do I need to arrange security personnel for you?"

"No, I'll be up in a minute."

"Okay, your lawyer has arrived. We are waiting for you at the company."

Hang up the phone, get out of the car and open the back seat door.

Picking up the four heavy travel bags, the weight of more than fifty kilograms on one side is quite heavy on the hand.

Ethan looked up at the tall office building and walked over.

"Sir, do you need help?"

A voice sounded next to him, making him stop.

A parking lot security guard pointed to the bag in his hand and walked over quickly: "This looks very heavy."

"No, thanks."

Ethan smiled at him, his face suddenly changed.

Not far away, the side door of a commercial vehicle suddenly opened.

Five men armed with long and short guns and wearing hoods quickly emerged from the car.

They looked fiercely and raised their guns.

"careful!"

Ethan yelled and threw the heavy travel bag on the ground.

"Da da da."

Violent gunfire rang out, and several balls of blood mist exploded from the security guard's body.

Ethan only had time to fly behind the front of Saboban's car, and a string of bullets followed his movements.

"Bang."

The security guard fell to the ground hard, blinking his eyes and twitching his body.

The sudden sound of gunshots caused panic.

There were screams all around, and passers-by fled in all directions.

On the hood, there was the sound of being hit by a bullet.

Turn on the radar, and fire at the five light spots on the opposite side while slowly approaching.

Their target was very clear, which were the four travel bags dropped by Ethan on the ground not far away.

The autumn wind hit me on the head.

"Grass!"

Ethan cursed angrily and quickly took out the python.

"Bang bang!"

He fired twice in the direction of several gangsters.

The gangster didn't expect that there were guns on the opposite side, so he stopped and quickly dispersed.

Ethan quickly dialed the emergency number and said the address in a hurry: "Police number 99527, the police officer was attacked. Repeat, the police officer was attacked."

"There was an exchange of gunfire and there were five gunmen."

"Civilian down, ambulance required."

"Now, quick!"

While he was talking, a light spot came up from behind the rows of vehicles.

Throwing away the phone, Ethan quickly lay down on the ground.

The feet in sneakers were moving slowly towards his place.

"boom."

The moment the white sneakers hit the ground, gunfire rang out.

The ankle exploded, bones and flesh were scattered everywhere, and the gangster screamed and fell to the ground.

Ethan continued to pull the trigger and shot him in the head.

On the other side, the gunfire did not stop.

The gangsters were startled by his counterattack, and soon realized that they were attacking with more and less, and began to suppress them with crazy firepower.

The vehicle was banged and banged, and Ethan couldn't keep his head up at all.

He could only ignore the four travel bags for the time being. He pressed the car key, then fired two shots through the car window, restraining the opponent's movement, and then threw himself behind the car.

At this time, police sirens sounded in the distance.

The gangster didn't expect that the police would come so quickly and started shouting.

At this time, Ethan had already arrived behind Saboban.

The gangsters also noticed the rear door of the car rising and focused their firepower.

The car body was penetrated with a bang, and Ethan leaned down.

He put away the Python revolver, quickly opened the gun case, and picked up the AR-15.

Two gangsters took advantage of this opportunity and ran to the travel bag.

Just now they saw that Ethan was holding it easily by himself, so one of them was on guard while the other grabbed the travel bag.

The weight of the bag was beyond the man's expectation.

The travel bag was dragged but could not be lifted.

In the short time they were delayed, Ethan quickly stepped out and showed the assault rifle in his hand.

"Fuck Fuck!"

Seeing the firearm, the man on guard and holding the pistol cursed.

Ethan's eyes were cold and he quickly pulled the trigger.

Five or six bullets flew out, and they all hit the head of the gangster who was responsible for taking the money, tearing his mouth open and blowing out his face.

The man standing on guard was also shot down by him.

The remaining two gangsters did not expect that the other party would be so difficult, with both long and short firepower.

They stared at the several bags on the ground unwillingly, opened fire, and ran back quickly.

No money was made, but a few lives were lost.

In anger, the two men fired more fiercely.

Several sparks flew up around him, and Ethan was forced to move his position.

He bent down and quickly walked around to the back of another car.

The sirens were getting closer, just a block or two away.

Via radar, they were seen fleeing quickly.

Ethan was about to grit his teeth and rush out, but a few bullet holes appeared in the car next to him, causing him to stop abruptly.

"hurry up."

The driver of the commercial vehicle shouted loudly.

A gangster had already gotten into the car, nervously pointed his gun outside, and kept firing.

The last gangster avoided the line of fire and flew in.

The commercial vehicle rubbed its tires crazily and drove forward rapidly. The people inside continued to stretch out their firearms to suppress fire.

The blip had disappeared from the radar and the sound of gunfire had grown distant.

Ethan quickly shifted his position and pulled the trigger.

There was a scream in the distance, and one of the gangsters was shot in the chest. He was caught by another man and put into the car, and the car door slammed shut.

Sparks flashed from the rear wheel of the commercial vehicle and the tire burst.

But the speed of the car has not been increased yet, so it is hardly affected.

In just a few seconds, the vehicle turned the corner and disappeared from his sight.

Picking up the AR-15 on his back, Ethan ran back, trying to get into the car and catch up.

But in the firefight just now, Saboban's tire was blown out, and he kicked the car body hard in anger.

"Giggle!"

There was a sound of choking blood, and Ethan quickly rushed to the side of the knocked down security guard.

He didn't dare to act rashly, he could only hold the wound:

"Hold on, the ambulance is coming soon."

The security guard failed to hold on. His body twitched twice and his eyes lost their light.

Putting his hands away, Ethan knelt on the ground.

Looking at his palm, it was extremely bright red. Ethan was extremely angry. The other person wanted to help him, but he died tragically at the gunpoint.

"gentlemen."

Nervous shouts rang out nearby: "Drop your weapons, now."

"Police number 99527, Detective Ethan Morgan."

Ethan raised his head and looked at the two patrolmen: "I called for backup."

As the police badges were flashed, the two patrolmen lowered their muzzles.

Looking at the black security guard who died unexpectedly in front of him, Ethan clenched his fists.

"Detective, what happened here?"

One of the patrolmen walked over carefully. He looked at the corpses around him and asked nervously.

"Are there any tissues?"

Ethan didn't answer his question, but asked instead

The patrolman on the side looked at his blood-stained palms and quickly took out two tissues and handed them over.

After wiping his hands, under the watchful eyes of the two patrol officers, Ethan picked up the cell phone he had just thrown aside, gritted his teeth and made a call.