My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Thank you for your generous gift."

Seeing the group of people rushing upstairs, Peterson said excitedly: "We need to stop this and not let them turn this place into a battlefield."

The sound of these gang members going upstairs could be heard from a distance.

Burgess was also speechless at the actions of those people.

Even if you come to retaliate, don't do it so blatantly. This is for fear that the Salvadorans will not know that there is an attack.

The upper floors were deathly silent.

The black windows seemed to be emitting flames at any moment.

"How to stop it?"

Burgess said excitedly: "Don't forget, there are only two of us. Wait a minute, support will arrive soon."

"Scare them." Peterson had an idea:

"Forcing them to dare not take action can buy some time for support to arrive."

"Uh-huh."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out of the bushes.

"don't want."

Burgess stretched out his hand anxiously and found only a handful of dead leaves.

"Chicago police." Peterson ran a few steps forward and shouted at the apartment building: "You have been surrounded. Put down your weapons immediately. Come down and surrender immediately."

The chaotic sound of people going upstairs suddenly stopped.

A gust of cold wind blew, and ghostly cries were heard among several apartment buildings.

"boom."

A clear gunshot sounded, and the warm liquid splashed onto the snow, as bright red as a winter plum tree.

Burgess's body trembled violently, his fingers clenched the leaves, and he watched desperately as a cloud of blood mist rose from Peterson's neck.

The gunshot sounded like an order.

Throughout the apartment building, gunshots rang out like firecrackers. The birds in several surrounding apartment buildings were frightened, dropped a piece of bird droppings, and flew into the sky with fluttering wings.

"The officer was shot."

Burgess pressed the intercom and shouted, then rushed forward regardless of the danger.

"hold onto."

She shouted anxiously, grabbing Peterson's bulletproof vest and dragging him back with all her strength.

A long trail of blood was left on the snow.

Fortunately, a conflict broke out between people in the apartment building, and she dragged Peterson behind a tree without any danger.

"Yeah~"

Peterson's body was twitching, and blood was coming out of his mouth from time to time.

The neck was torn apart and blood was flowing continuously.

"Oh my God!" Burgess quickly stretched out his palm and pressed the wound tightly: "It's okay, you will be fine."

"Head office, the police officer was shot."

"Ambulance, arrange it immediately!!!"

That last sentence was almost yelled into the intercom.

"Snapped."

Peterson raised his hand and grabbed Burgess hard, trying to hold him down together to prevent the blood from flowing too fast.

But it didn't help, the wound was too big.

The warm liquid soon soaked the palms of the two people red.

"Boom~"

The furious sound of the engine sounded, accompanied by the piercing sirens.

Vehicles with flashing blue lights rushed in, pressing against clumps of dead grass, and then stopped abruptly.

"Don't stop!"

The Range Rover's windows were lowered and it roared forward: "Ethan, Olinsky, Rusek and Atwater, you four are in a team."

"The rest, follow me."

Hank observed the environment here and made an instant decision.

It was the safest decision to drive directly over and arrive at the two stairs.

If you get off the car and walk forward, you will be a living target.

Ethan glanced at the helpless Burgess, made sure she was okay, then pressed the accelerator, and the Ford Interceptor rushed forward again, directly under the apartment building.

The vehicles behind also followed one after another.

"Anyone who disobeys orders." Hank stopped the car. Hearing the burst of gunshots upstairs, he yelled, "Shoot him to death."

Now if a police officer is shot, the toughest measures will be taken.

And according to the situation reported by Burgess, there are at least No. 20 people in the apartment building. There are only seven of them now. Without thunderous means, there is no way to do anything.

"knew."

Everyone responded and jumped out of the car fully armed.

Atwater and his own car, and Olinsky's vehicle also rushed to the side.

After he and Rusek ran over, Ethan strode up the bare stairs with an assault rifle in hand. The dense spots of light upstairs made him couldn't help but be cautious.

The people behind also formed a fighting formation and quickly followed.

The guns in their hands were all raised up, pointing diagonally upward.

"Chi..."

"Bang."

Just as Rusek was about to shout, a head fell down and rolled down the stairs.

When he saw clearly what it was, his scalp felt numb.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan stepped on the corner of the stairs and leaned forward to look up.

He happened to be looking into someone's eyes, and even three floors away, he could see his murderous eyes. There was a series of Latin letters tattooed on his eyebrows.

That person was Hector, and with a flick of his arm, a clear spring swam.

Good guy, no wonder the person from the forensics department couldn't recognize him last night.

What Hector held in his hand turned out to be a long sword.

Without saying a word, Ethan immediately raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullets flew upwards through the gaps in the corridor.

"Bang bang bang."

Many bullets hit the edges of the stairs, flying away chunks of concrete.

Hector's reaction was also very fast. He quickly turned back, and the next moment, the barrel of a submachine gun poked out, and he also hit it downwards.

The bullets whizzed down, and Ethan hurriedly ducked.

The other three people also moved closer to the wall, avoiding the range that could be attacked through the gaps in the stairs.

We have no choice but to hide. The current situation is too scary.

The whole building was filled with gunshots and roars.

"Chicago police, put down your guns." Ethan yelled at the top.

What responded to him was more violent gunshots.

I don’t know what kind of medicine these gang members took or what kind of stimulation they received. They were like trapped animals, fighting crazily on top.

In this case, he would not be polite.

Carrying the AR15, he was jumping quickly in the stairwell. At the stairwell of the third floor, gunfire erupted from both sides.

There was an old black man squatting at the corner.

"boom."

He ignored his head and took him away with one bullet.

There are nine people on this floor. Judging from their location, they should all be hiding in the room. From time to time, they poke their heads out and fire two shots.

"Clang."

A dark thing flew into the corridor following Ethan's movements.

Lean against the corner, turn your head, and close your eyes.

"Bang."

After a loud bang and bright light, there were several screams.

He quickly turned over and went out. At this time, three corpses were already lying in the corridor.

His steps were fast, and he rushed towards the place where the light spots gathered. In a bare room, three old men with colorful turbans were running around like headless flies with pistols in their hands.

"Bang bang bang."

The butt of the gun vibrated wildly on the shoulder.

Two shots in the chest, one shot in the head, everyone has a share, and it will never fail.