My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Hey Mirares."

Munoz fist bumped with the visitor and said excitedly: "If you don't mind, I want to have a fight with this Bichi first."

"No problem at all."

The person coming was Mirares, his fists flying up and down: "What's mine is yours, go ahead."

Seeing the target figure appear, Burgess breathed a sigh of relief.

She held her handbag tightly and walked upstairs with Munoz. When they came to the corner of the second floor, she patted Munoz's butt: "Tough guy, please go to the room first."

"I'm going to the bathroom to tidy up."

"Why are you bitchis always in such trouble."

Munoz glared at her: "Hurry up, or I'll take care of you later."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine soon."

Burgess waved to him, twisted his slim waist and walked into the bathroom next to him.

Toilet, bathtub, sink, and a window next to it.

Although the place is small, it has everything you need.

Once inside, she immediately closed the door and fastened the latch.

She suppressed her panic, quickly opened her handbag and took out her mobile phone. With her fingers flying, she quickly dialed:

"I saw Mirares, there were five people on the first floor and one on the second floor."

"There are several call girls on site."

"There are a few people with bulges on their waists. They should be armed. Be careful."

"knew."

Hank's voice rang, and the phone was hung up.

"call!"

Burgess breathed a sigh of relief, tapping his fingers nervously on his satchel, waiting for someone outside to start.

"Bang."

There was a muffled sound below the first floor.

This was followed by violent gunshots, frightened screams and angry roars.

"boom."

There was a loud noise that startled Burgess.

"Fakeyu, Bichi."

The wooden door of the bathroom was shaken by the impact, the door frame shook, and dust fell.

Just when she thought the people outside had left, it suddenly became quiet outside. The next moment, the door burst open, the latch flew, and the window was broken.

A furious Munoz appeared at the door, breathing heavily.

"It's you."

Muñoz roared: "Bichi, you damn cop."

Burgess threw his handbag over, but the other party pushed it away.

Another kick to the vagina, Munoz easily dodged it and punched her.

"Ah~"

Burgess felt as if he had been hit with a hammer and let out a cry of pain.

"boom."

Munoz didn't stop moving and punched her in the face.

The huge force knocked her directly into the bathtub.

She was so dizzy that she could only step on her high heels frantically to push back the opponent's attack.

"Burgess."

Shouts came from outside and were approaching quickly.

Upon seeing this, Munoz gave up the idea of ​​continuing to attack. He quickly pushed open the window, jumped directly from the second floor.

"Hey, you okay?"

Rusek rushed into the bathroom first. When he saw Burgess curled up in the bathtub, he quickly asked: "Are you injured?"

"No, hurry up and chase!"

Burgess clutched his stomach and pointed painfully at the window.

"knew."

Rusek stopped staying, gritted his teeth and jumped out.

As soon as he landed, before he could stand firmly, a black shadow came out from beside him, kicked him to the ground, and then hit him with heavy fists.

Rusek blocked randomly with both hands, but still received a few severe blows.

For a moment, there were stars in my eyes, and I couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

It wasn't until the footsteps left quickly that he let go of his blocking arms in embarrassment.

By this time, Munoz had already run to the sidewalk in the distance.

"Bang bang."

Two gunshots were heard overhead, hitting Munoz next to him, and he fled a little faster.

"The suspect escaped."

Olinsky's voice sounded above: "In front of the house, chase."

"Farke!"

Rusek punched the snow on the ground hard, got up using his hands and feet, and chased in the direction where the opponent fled.

A figure flashed at the entrance of the alley, and Horsted rushed to the front.

Ford Interceptor, Ethan put the AR15 on his lap and kept staring at the Cadillac SUV next to him.

Sometimes time passes very long.

Minutes and seconds seemed to have stopped passing.

I don’t know how long it took, but Cadillac’s double flashing lights suddenly flashed.

Ethan immediately opened the door and got out of the car with the assault rifle.

Along with him, there were people in several cars nearby, and people from the intelligence team pushed open the doors.

They were all wearing protective equipment and carrying various equipment in their hands, just like a commando team.

Fortunately, there were no passers-by on the street at this time, otherwise I would have been frightened.

Quickly gathering behind the Cadillac, everyone squatted down to hide their figures.

"There are a lot of people inside, please be careful."

Hank looked around and said quickly: "There are five robbers on the first floor and one robber on the second floor."

"The rest are either our own people or call girls."

It was a shock to say this.

A dozen robbers and six robbers are two completely different difficulties.

But there are ordinary people inside, and they can also cause trouble.

"Be careful and don't hurt civilians."

Hank continued to explain important things: "As for Mirares, I need him alive, do you understand?"

"Understood." Everyone responded.

"Rusek, Olinsky, you two are in charge of the second floor." Hank pulled out the Glock and waved his arm:

"Antonio and I are heading to the back door and we'll be there in thirty seconds."

Time was urgent, no one knew what Burgess and Nadia would encounter inside, and the entire operation was deployed in a few seconds.

Ethan took the lead and led a group of people towards the front door.

Hank and Antonio quickly disappeared into the alley next to them.

Stepping onto the porch, Ethan lowered his gun.

Looking at the watch, there are ten seconds left.

Horsted stood opposite him, the hammer in his hand raised high.

On the steps, Erin and Rusek were the second echelon, and Olinsky and Sumner were the third echelon.

Loud music and wanton laughter and curses came from the house.

The faces of everyone outside the door were covered with frost just like the current weather.

"go!"

When the time came, Ethan issued the order hurriedly.

"Bang."

The door lock was instantly destroyed by the door-breaking hammer, and the door was smashed inward.

"Chicago police."

Ethan roared and rushed in quickly, moving the muzzle of the gun to where the light spots gathered.

The demons here are dancing wildly, just like the prelude to a chaotic silver party.

Everyone was disheveled, and their twisting postures were frightened to a halt by the breaking of the door, which looked very awkward.

"Tip."

The Colombians roared loudly. They were not willing to surrender and reacted subconsciously.

Some pulled out guns from the back of their waists, some set up call girls to block their front, and some ran quickly to the back. The whole living room became a mess.

"Bang bang bang."

Without any hesitation, Ethan suddenly pulled the trigger.

The shoulder was hit several times by the gun butt, and the AR15 spit out tongues of fire. The man who pulled the gun out from behind his waist saw several balls of blood mist explode from his chest, splattering the wall behind him with red liquid.

"ah!!!"

The call girl was caught in front of the bald man in a yellow coat. When she saw Ethan's gun pointed at her, she let out a high-pitched scream.

Regardless of her screams or the hostage in hand.

Ethan shot out with a bang, and the bullet passed through the middle of the call girl's smooth thigh and pierced hard inside.

When Horsted saw this scene behind him, he suddenly became excited.

A flower of blood blooms, making the chicken fly and the egg beat.