My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Raising his head and squinting at the helicopter in the sky, Ethan immediately sat back in the car.

In just a short while, the cold wind made my face numb.

His hair was also messed up, like a chicken coop.

"Just follow."

Ethan sniffed and sighed: "Unless the red guy can burrow into the ground, he will never escape."

Unexpectedly, the police helicopter was dispatched so quickly.

With this big killer following him, the Chevrolet van in front was useless.

"I know."

Erin drove the vehicle nervously: "Notify the patrol car behind you."

"I know." Ethan grabbed the walkie-talkie again: "Call the main station. The gangster was carrying at least one AK47. There was a firefight just now."

"Remind patrol officers not to follow too closely. Explosives may also be stored in the car."

Just a few seconds after I put down the walkie-talkie, I noticed that the patrol cars behind me were not following him so fiercely. It seemed that the message was sent down, which scared those people.

But there was still a patrol car, maintaining the same speed.

In an instant, he rushed forward.

Ethan looked to the side and found that it was Burgess. The light of the police lights shone on her face, which was really beautiful.

She did not look around, but looked firmly at the vehicle in front of her.

On the other hand, her pot-bellied partner had a very frightened expression on his face, his lips were moving up and down, and he didn't need to guess to know that he was cursing something.

Always locked on by the helicopter's searchlight, the Chevrolet van also realized there was a problem.

The speed of the car first slowed down, and then the front of the car swung.

The vehicle drove off the road and onto the trail.

Only in this way can we have the opportunity to abandon the car and escape. Otherwise, we will not be able to escape even if the gas tank is empty, and the police will also arrange roadblocks on the way to escape.

The two cars behind were also chasing after him.

At this time, Burgess finally noticed Ethan next to her. She forced a smile and continued to look forward.

This kind of work is not something ordinary people can do.

She was brave enough, as other police cars were hanging far behind.

After walking through the narrow streets for a while, the person in front stretched the AK47 out of the window and fired randomly at the back.

"Bang bang bang."

After a burst of gunfire, several bullets hit the hood, which scared Burgess and took off the accelerator. The patrol car swayed from side to side and slowed down a bit.

The shop windows on the roadside were also smashed by stray bullets, and passers-by ducked, causing a few screams.

The scream was instantly left behind.

We can no longer allow the other side to fire unscrupulously, which could easily injure civilians.

Ethan leaned out again, the AR15 in his hand spitting out flames, trying his best to control the direction of the muzzle, and the bullet flew towards the rapidly rotating tires of the van.

Several shots hit the wheel hubs, sending up clouds of sparks.

"Bang."

There was an unusual noise and the van shook violently.

Although the people in the car tried their best to control their balance, it was to no avail.

The Chevrolet crashed diagonally into a brand new Corolla on the side of the road, crushing the hood directly and causing the vehicle to fly up out of thin air.

"Squeak."

Erin slammed on the brakes, leaving several brake marks more than ten meters long.

"Boom!"

The Chevrolet van overturned heavily to the ground, and the window glass was instantly smashed to pieces. The vehicle was blown several meters away with the broken glass all over the ground.

"careful."

Ethan confessed, holding an assault rifle and opening the car door.

The patrol car behind also stopped abruptly, and Burgess pulled out his Glock and rushed forward quickly.

"Ploppap."

The sound of the helicopter's fan blades turning was particularly harsh.

Under its light, the three people separated and searched forward slowly. The broken glass crunched under their feet, and there were still some blood stains on the ground.

The tailgate was thrown open, and only a few black luggage bags were seen, with no one in the car.

"Safety."

They are all people who often work together, and they work together very well.

Burgess shouted and walked to the other side.

When they came to the front of the car, a pistol fell on the shattered windshield. The white man in the driver's seat struggled to reach out and try to pick up the gun.

"Don't move."

Burgess roared and stamped on the man's palm.

She pointed the Glock in her hand at the man and shouted incoherently: "Put your hands up."

"Boom."

There was a noise next to her, and she quickly turned her head.

A bearded man in a gray jacket leaned against the car with an AK47. He panted and looked over, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Farke."

Burgess muttered something and closed his eyes in despair.

"Da da da!"

Fierce gunshots rang out, and warm liquid splashed onto his face.

Burgess's body trembled with the sound of the gunfire, and she opened her eyes suddenly. The bearded man had collapsed on the ground, his eyes became lifeless, and large balls of blood spread quickly on the ground.

"You're welcome."

Lowering the muzzle of the AR15, Ethan blinked quickly at Burgess.

"Thanks."

Burgess broke out in a white sweat and gasped for air.

"Hey." A stammering voice came from inside the cab: "Why don't you move the muzzle of the gun first? I'm scared of you."

The person whose palm she stepped on looked at the violently shaking muzzle of the gun, and his scalp was numb with fear.

"Red guy."

Ethan walked over quickly, knelt down and said with a sneer:

"You're lucky that you didn't get killed."

Although the person inside was upside down, he could still easily identify him as the target person this time.

With the efforts of Ethan and Irene, the red man was forcibly dragged out.

"explain."

He pressed one knee on the red man's neck and shouted sternly: "What is in the car?"

The red guy was so pressed that his face turned red, and now he was living up to his name.

"Some explosives." He said painfully: "Don't you know?"

Hearing that it contained explosives, Irene didn't bother to lock the handcuffs on him and pulled him quickly away from the van.

As she called the bomb squad, the helicopter overhead faded away.

Patrol cars from behind came over one after another, and seven or eight patrol officers came out. Under Ethan's command, they controlled the scene and opened a large circle of warning tape from a distance.

While everyone was busy, an old man wearing headphones walked out of the convenience store nearby.

"Waterfa."

Seeing his badly damaged Corolla, he jumped excitedly: "Damn it, I just paid the down payment, what did you bastards do?"

"Sir, please calm down." A patrolman quickly walked over to calm him down:

"There is a bomb here, please stay away."

The soothing effect was very good. Lao Hei jumped far away in an instant, but he was still swearing.

After communicating with Hank, Ethan released the microphone.

A scolding sound came from not far away. He frowned and turned his head to look over.

"What are you doing?"

The policeman with a frightened expression and a big belly just now was yelling at Burgess with his hands on his hips: "Do you think this is a movie?"

"If you want to make a contribution, don't drag me with you."

Thanks to brother Huakai Qingqing for the reward and support, thank you!