My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Bang bang bang."

Erin quickly pulled the trigger, the gun fire flashed, and all the bullets in the magazine were emptied in a short time.

One point of fire came out one after another, and bullets were shot from all directions.

The four people upstairs were getting more and more panicked.

While they were shooting, they were shouting inside. The police outside could wait for support, but the people inside could only sit back and wait for death if they didn't think of a solution.

Ethan kicked off his feet and jumped out from behind the big tree.

The python in his hand was swung rapidly, and with a loud bang, the bullet flew out from the muzzle of the gun, crossed a distance of more than thirty meters at high speed, went through the window and landed on a gunman who stuck his head out.

The gunman's head suddenly snapped back, raising a large cloud of blood mist.

White and red are scattered one after another.

He didn't stop, climbing and jumping quickly between the cars.

The speed is so fast that it is jaw-dropping.

The people upstairs gave up after chasing him and shooting several times.

"Uh-huh."

His figure flashed and slid over the hood of a Mustang. A pair of wild mandarin ducks in the driver's seat were hugging each other and shivering.

He pressed the cartridge latch with his thumb and pulled it back. With a flick of his wrist, he threw out the cartridge nest. The empty cartridge case also slipped off and fell on the hood. When his feet landed, the quick loader was already in his hand.

In less than two seconds, the bullets were replaced.

He continued to run towards the place where he parked his car, and at the same time fired a shot from time to time upstairs.

At this moment, the rolling shutter door opened on the side of the factory building.

The tires of the Chevrolet van just turned wildly and it swayed out.

"Fakeyu, the red guy!"

On the second floor of the factory building, hysterical curses rang out.

The van ignored him and fled quickly along the road next to him.

Atwater was nearly hit, swooping aside and rolling like a gourd in the snow.

The people in the car also fired twice at him.

Atwater was so frightened that he broke into a sweat when he looked at the snow column hit by the bullet less than half a meter away from him.

After coming here for a few days, he finally realized what an intelligence team was.

His throat was parched with thirst, and he swallowed hard the non-existent saliva.

"Hurry up and chase."

Hank heard the noise upstairs and knew that the red guy was in the fleeing Chevrolet van, so he yelled at Erin: "The red guy is in there, don't let him escape."

His own position was exposed to gunfire on the second floor.

The Cadillac SUV had already been riddled with holes, and the seats were covered with broken glass.

You don't need to try to know that this car is definitely a total wreck.

At this time, only Erin was closest to the transportation.

"knew."

Erin shouted and quickly got into the driver's seat with the AR15 on her shoulders.

The car vibrated and the tires rubbed wildly.

The next moment, Dodge rushed forward like a wild horse, and just after chasing a few dozen meters, she suddenly stepped on the brakes, scraping a black mark on the ground:

"Come here quickly."

Not far away, Ethan was running quickly towards her position.

In just two or three seconds, the car door slammed shut with a bang.

As soon as he got in the car, before he could sit down, Irene slammed down the accelerator. Ethan stumbled, hitting his head on the passenger seat, and then was thrown back to the seat.

"Shet."

He rubbed his forehead: "You did it on purpose."

"That's right." Eileen turned the steering wheel sharply again: "Who told you to scratch me before?"

A puff of white smoke erupted from the tires of the gray Dodge. It turned the corner quickly and finally saw the fleeing Chevrolet van in front of it.

Now Ethan was prepared and held on to the armrest tightly.

No one else followed. After Ethan killed and injured two people, there were at least three gunmen inside the factory.

They didn't dare to leave until the gunman was taken care of.

Besides, the explosives might be there too.

"Call the main station."

Ethan sat firmly and quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie in Erin's car: "The gangster drove away in a Chevrolet gray van. The people in the car were armed with heavy firepower. They were fleeing south from the direction of the slaughterhouse. Please ask for patrol support."

"I know, we're already making arrangements."

A response came quickly from inside, and Ethan put the intercom away.

The vehicle had merged into the traffic flow, and in the black night, the vehicle's taillights lit up like a red star.

The person driving in front is very familiar with the road conditions.

The road you choose will not have too many cars affecting your speed, but will also give you enough cover.

Ethan put the Python revolver on the holster and picked up the AR15 that Erin placed in the middle of the seat. As soon as he picked it up, he felt that the weight was wrong. He immediately removed the empty magazine and pulled a spare cartridge from her bulletproof vest. Box down.

While he was doing all these actions, he could feel some vibrations in the vehicle.

He quickly looked at the dashboard and saw that the speed had reached sixty-five miles.

Erin grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and continued to accelerate.

This was in the city, the speed had reached more than 100 kilometers per hour, and the vehicles on the highway were roaring and left behind.

"Drive steadily."

Ethan shouted, set up the AR15 with one hand, grabbed the armrest and leaned out.

The night wind howled and slapped his face, his hair was pulled back, and his face trembled. Despite his amazing arm strength, the muzzle of the gun also trembled slightly.

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan pulled the trigger one after another, but only left a few small holes in the tailgate of the van.

The AR15 is so powerful that it can blow out tires without any problem.

But now both sides were moving at high speed and had to dodge vehicles on the road. The Dodge kept shaking and it was too difficult to shoot.

He was about to try it again, but he was so frightened that he yelled:

"gun."

A white man holding an AK leaned out from the passenger side of the van and opened fire wildly at the gray Dodge chasing after him.

Erin reacted quickly and quickly swung the steering wheel.

The Dodge quickly cut diagonally from the first lane to the third lane, avoiding a wave of bullets.

Now most of Ethan's body was leaning out of the vehicle, following the swing of the Dodge. The cars backed away from him, and the surprised and panic expressions of those in the cars could be seen.

He didn't care about the danger at this time and kept looking for opportunities to shoot.

Vehicles on the road noticed this scene and slowed down and pulled over.

"You can't shoot now." Irene shouted anxiously: "There are too many cars on the road, and if a few people are killed by stray bullets, it will be a big trouble."

There was so much wind outside that Ethan couldn't hear her at all.

But even if I heard it, I wouldn't care so much.

Even if you don't shoot, you must maintain this kind of intimidation. Only in this way can you force the other party to make mistakes.

At this time, several patrol cars also caught up from behind.

The entire road was flashing with blue lights.

Not only that, but there were also roars in the sky. The searchlight first hit Ethan, and then immediately noticed the light of the Dodge's hidden police lights, and then quickly shifted, and the lights were firmly locked on the Chevrolet van.

A police helicopter appeared above their heads.