My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The explosion of blood mist instantly silenced the screams in the room.

Since these individuals have the guts to take out guns for fun, they must be prepared to die under the muzzle of the gun.

Especially for such large-scale fights, the police must suppress them forcefully.

Rusek and the others followed them one after another. They leaned on the wall and opened fire one after another, suppressing the people hiding in the room in front of them.

Hank and others also appeared from the other side.

The firearms in their hands were also spitting out tongues of fire.

Olinsky was left guarding the stairs, while the other three men shouted loudly and walked forward slowly.

On the opposite side, Horsted and Eileen also made the same move.

"lay down your weapon."

"Throw the gun out and get down on the ground."

There were loud shouts and shouts.

Outside the window, police sirens roared, and patrol cars came to support one after another.

Under such shock, many people threw away their guns in the corridor, but some were still struggling to their death.

Two submachine guns suddenly protruded from the door frame.

"Bang bang bang."

One on the left and one on the right, five guns concentrated their firepower in an instant. The warheads hit the firearms with crackling sounds, and several fingers of the submachine gun flew away together.

Ethan kept firing while striding forward.

When passing by a room, he cheered up, and when he saw the Latino inside lying on the ground with his head in his hands, he withdrew his eyes from the corner of his eyes.

"Fakeyu!!!"

When he reached the door frame where several fingers had been broken, a tattooed Salvadoran man rushed out with a roar.

He held a machete high in his hand.

This man's eyes were cold, and he was about to chop him down with a knife regardless.

The AR15 vibrated, and the bullets in the magazine spurted out.

Ethan held the handle of the gun with one hand, the tongue of fire licking upwards, and the light flashed crazily on his face.

The last bullet was fired, just from the foot to the head.

"Uh-huh."

The assault rifle dropped naturally, and the Python revolver was pulled out cleanly and held up firmly.

"Bang bang!"

Two gunshots rang out, and the bullets flew into the room.

The remaining Salvadoran had fled to the window, jumped up, and jumped out with all his strength.

His body was hanging in the air, his face beaming with joy.

The next moment, he was overtaken by bullets.

"Puff."

At the same time as the blood mist exploded, the body disappeared from the window, and then the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard.

"Reload!"

Ethan shouted, and hid in the room.

Atwater was stunned by this series of operations, and for a moment he forgot to move forward.

Rusek was used to it, and his gun was pointed steadily at the remaining doors.

In less than two seconds, Ethan changed the magazine.

When he walked out of the room, Horsted and Irene on the other side were already searching quickly.

The remaining gang members all lay on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Ethan looked at the corridor with the muzzle of the gun hanging down. Nine people were beating three people, and two bodies were left behind. These local gang members were quite useless.

"upstairs."

Seeing that the third floor was settled, Hank pointed to it and continued shouting.

The patrol officers who were providing follow-up support also ran upstairs. Ethan kicked the guns off the ground with his kick. After solving the hidden danger, the group quickly moved their positions and left the surrendered people to the patrol officers.

The gunshots upstairs were still there, but they became sparse because the sirens were getting louder and louder.

When Ethan ran back to the stairs, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

There are two light spots that are close to each other and are beating. The arrows change from upward to parallel, and then point downward again.

According to the location display, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind the apartment building.

"What's wrong?"

Rusek wiped the sweat from his hands on his clothes and asked hurriedly.

"fine."

Ethan shook his head, but his eyes were a bit urgent.

He couldn't say that he could see two people running away from behind through the wall.

"Go."

He shouted quickly and rushed up the stairs.

"Da da da."

A hail of bullets struck, causing him to stop abruptly.

Just above, two submachine guns stood guard, the warheads hitting the steps, making small craters, and cement fragments flying.

"let me."

Seeing Ethan taking a few steps back and trying to reach out to touch him, Olinsky growled.

He raised his arm and the flash bomb flew out.

"bump."

The flashbang bounced off the wall and flew up.

There was a patrolman who was still pointing his gun stupidly at the top, but Ethan pushed him down.

"Bang."

Another burst of bright light flashed, and two screams sounded from upstairs.

Ethan let go of his hand and sprinted upstairs, firing wildly with the gun in his hand.

After knocking the two people over and observing through radar that there were no other light spots at the stairwell on the fourth floor, he immediately rushed to the small window at the corner of the stairs and looked outside.

"Hector."

He pretended to be surprised and yelled.

Hector and another person, using some unknown method, had arrived downstairs.

He was carrying a long sword on his back and a submachine gun in his hand, and was running away quickly. Another person was desperately following behind him.

"Rusek, follow me."

There was no way to shoot from this window. He took a look at the terrain, patted Rusek and ran downstairs:

"Hector went downstairs and was running toward the back."

"Notify the patrolman and find a way to stop him."

As his footsteps moved, his voice quickly became quieter.

"damn it."

Atwater looked nervously at the silent passage above and licked his lips: "Why does it feel so much scarier up there after Detective Morgan left?"

Although the battle just now was fierce, most of them were shooting from behind.

Those who resisted were quickly killed by Ethan. Because of this, he didn't feel any pressure.

Now as soon as people come downstairs, they suddenly feel the intensity increasing.

"Do not talk nonsense."

Olinsky weighed the Remington and shouted at the top: "Chicago police, surrender immediately."

When I rushed out of the building, I saw patrol officers getting out of the car one after another.

Fortunately, he was wearing a police bulletproof vest, otherwise his murderous look might have caused some misunderstanding.

Ethan followed the direction he just remembered, resisted the AR15, spread his legs and chased after it.

"Step aside."

"Get out of the way."

He ran quickly, waving his arms and shouting loudly.

Rusek threw the assault rifle behind him, swung his arms quickly, and ran past the nervous patrol policemen. Although he ran as hard as he could, the distance became farther and farther.

"Farke!"

He gritted his teeth and roared, speeding up a bit more.

Passing over an apartment building and tangled shrubs, there is a waist-high guardrail in front of you. With one hand supported and two feet swinging, you can easily jump over the railing.

"Dududu."

"ah!!!"

Vehicle horns and screams sounded one after another from the street corners.

There are also sirens roaring across the sky.