My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Outside the gun show, gunfire erupted.

The United States is already sensitive to this kind of sound, and most of the people who come to the exhibition have been exposed to firearms.

The sound of gunshots can be said to be a memory engraved into DNA.

The scene was filled with exclamations and screams.

There were civilians running for their lives everywhere, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Burgess was slowly driving the vehicle when the sudden sound of gunfire made her and Atwater tremble.

Upon hearing Hank's order, Atwater turned on his lights and Burgess stepped on the accelerator quickly.

As soon as I approached the front door of the exhibition center, I saw several people hiding behind vehicles.

They all held pistols and were firing in the other direction, causing bullet holes to appear in the police car opposite.

The person on the opposite side was suppressed by the sudden burst of gunfire.

While nervous, Burgess's mind kept echoing the words Ethan had said to him before.

"Don't panic."

She pursed her lips and slowed her breathing.

She quickly pushed open the car door. Although her heart was beating wildly under the influence of adrenaline, her hand held the Glock firmly.

Aim briefly and pull the trigger sharply.

"boom."

The bullet flew out from the muzzle of the gun and landed on the nearest gunman, splashing blood.

"If you are not confident enough in your shooting skills, you might as well fire a few more shots."

"A dead enemy is a good enemy."

"Never bet on other people's vitality. Some people are so stubborn that you can't believe it."

Ethan's words kept echoing in her mind.

"Bang bang bang!"

Burgess subconsciously pulled the trigger quickly, and flames continued to spray from the muzzle.

The guy in the black coat had balls of bloody down exploded from his body. His body trembled a few times and his head drooped to the side.

Seeing what happened in front of her, she realized what she had done.

The other side fired back, and several bullets hit the car.

Burgess crouched down quickly and shifted her position backwards. When she came to the back of the police car, she sat down on the ground.

His face was pale, as if he could hear his heart beating.

The handle of the Glock was soaked with sweat, and his mouth felt dry for a while.

The moment the gunfight broke out, Ethan immediately pulled out the Python revolver.

He bent down and quickly moved forward along the cars parked nearby.

Antonio and Rusek followed quickly.

"Be careful."

Hank shouted loudly from behind: "There are too many civilians here, don't accidentally hurt them."

Just now I wanted to wait for the right time before taking action because I was afraid of this.

All of this was ruined by a reckless Rosemont police officer.

No need for him to remind him, Ethan also knew this.

Not only are they afraid of accidentally injuring civilians, but they are also afraid of being accidentally injured by civilians. Many people here have concealed gun licenses.

There are not a few people who have guys in the car.

They were not wearing uniforms, and if they were regarded as gangsters by enthusiastic citizens and shot a few times, they would really die unjustly.

Ethan had already clasped the police badge on his hand and moved forward carefully holding the badge.

He was still loudly identifying himself.

This kind of treatment was all thanks to the police officer just now, and he was so angry that his teeth itched for a moment.

He stepped out from behind an SUV, and the distance had shortened to forty or fifty meters.

Bullets were flying everywhere, the cars around him were banging, windows were broken from time to time, and the car alarms in the parking lot were blaring, which made people upset.

Ahead, there was still a fierce exchange of fire.

I poked my head out and saw Burgess and Atwater's patrol car stop, and the two men got involved in the fight.

As the gun in Burgess's hand kept spraying out bullets, the gunfire of several gangsters suddenly stopped after a cry of surprise.

The police officer just now was ecstatic when he saw this.

He quickly got up from behind the police car and ran away.

"Don't run."

He had never seen an idiot take the initiative to leave the bunker. In desperation, Ethan shouted loudly: "Get down quickly."

"Bah bang bang."

Rapid gunshots rang out, and several clouds of blood mist rose from the police officers' bodies, which looked particularly dazzling against the gray-white background.

"Bang!"

Regardless of the danger, Ethan rushed out from behind the car, the python in his hand roaring.

Not only him, but also those people who had grown up just now ran out one after another when they saw the police officer fell.

The gunshots at the scene instantly became more violent, as if they were on a battlefield.

No matter how reckless the police officer is, he is still one of our own.

When one of your own is shot, you must respond in a more ferocious way.

There were more than a dozen firearms at the scene, no matter the distance, they all fired wildly at the place where the gangsters were hiding.

No matter how bad the accuracy is, under fire coverage, a blind cat can still encounter a dead mouse.

The trunk of Simms' car was turned into a hornet's nest.

The guy in the red coat behind him turned into a sieve and fell to the ground, and blood spread quickly in the snow.

It is impossible to find out who killed him.

The people in the forensics department were scolded when they saw the bullet inside his body.

The bursting gunfire suddenly stopped, and only the whistling wind could be heard.

The empty cartridge case fell, Ethan replaced the bullet and quickly rushed to the side of the police officer who was shot.

While on guard, kneel down on one knee.

The hand holding the police badge stretched out two fingers and put them on the neck of the officer who was shot.

The pulse was still beating, but became weak.

"He's still alive, call an ambulance."

He yelled to the back, then stood up and slowly approached Simms' vehicle.

The distance just now was too far, and radar was useless in a place like this. When it came nearby, the light spot had disappeared.

He walked closer quickly and gritted his teeth.

Behind the vehicle, which was beaten like an ant's nest, only a tattered corpse was left.

"Everyone, search separately."

Looking at the densely packed vehicles parked nearby, Ethan shouted loudly.

At some point, Sims had taken the opportunity to slip away, leaving only his companion here alone.

Upon hearing his words, everyone dispersed.

After several searches, nothing was found, and Sims disappeared without a trace.

Hank was angry, but helpless.

The police officer who acted recklessly was shot several times and paid the price for his actions.

Looking at the ambulance going away, Hank could only give the vehicle next to him a hard kick.

Ethan shook his head and walked towards the police car not far away.

Coming to the back of the vehicle, Burgess was sitting on the ground leaning on the butt of the vehicle, obviously not recovered yet.

"Give me the gun."

Ethan knelt down and gently patted her hand holding the gun.

"OK."

Burgess looked up, his eyes flustered.

She resignedly let go and handed over the Glock.

"Get up, it's cold on the ground."

After taking the pistol, Ethan stretched out his hands to help Burgess up.

"Feel sorry."

Her feet were still a little weak, so she forced a smile.

"Don't be sorry, you did very well." Ethan patted her arm and inserted the Glock into himself.

Now that her mood is unstable, she keeps the pistol for herself for the time being.

Footsteps sounded next to him. Atwater followed the search and ran back quickly.

He was instantly relieved to find that Ethan was looking after his partner.