My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Jumping out from here, you have arrived on the ordinary street.

Vehicles shuttle and pedestrians rush.

Across the road, the customers in the shops looked as usual, and the scene was peaceful and peaceful.

Pedestrians on the road were startled by the screams, but suddenly a guy wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying an assault rifle popped out from the side, scaring several passers-by so much that they almost started screaming.

Ethan landed on his feet and saw next to him a blond girl with a curvy figure wearing red high heels.

The opponent was so frightened that his face turned pale and his feet trembled.

There is no such thing as carrying a gun on the street and pretending to be a military fan. Basically, you come out with a gun, and nine times out of ten, it is a real guy.

"Da da da."

Just then, a burst of gunfire came from the corner of the street.

"Bang."

The sound of vehicle collision suddenly sounded.

"ah!!!"

Screams rang out, and a dozen civilians rushed out from the corner of the street, running for their lives on the road.

Cars on the road also began to evade danger, running rampant and avoiding the crossfire area.

The passers-by around him all scattered like ants on a hot pot.

"Chicago police."

Ethan rushed over with a gun, but his speed was blocked by the fleeing people.

At this time, Rusek chased after him, and he also shouted loudly:

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

At the end of the street corner, the two people who had just escaped appeared in Ethan's sight.

Hector carries a sword on his back and is very recognizable.

They stood together, holding submachine guns in their hands and firing wildly in another direction.

Violent gunshots rang out, and bullet casings were thrown out like chains.

"boom."

Without saying a word, Ethan directly pointed the trigger towards the sky,

The gunfire that rang out here finally woke up the stunned passers-by, who all hugged their heads and lay on the sidewalk.

The sound of the gunshot also attracted the attention of Hector and another Salvadoran.

When they saw the two policemen appearing from the side, they had completely different reactions. Hector flew backwards, rolled, turned over and hid behind a car that was spinning in circles.

The driver inside was stunned by the gun battle and was turning the steering wheel unconsciously.

The other person turned his gun around ferociously.

Ethan and he pulled the triggers almost at the same time, the gunfire flashed, and the bullets flew out of the barrel at high speed, crossed each other in the air, and then landed hard on the opponent.

Ethan took a step back, but a ball of blood mist exploded on the other person's head.

"Bang."

When that force hit him, it felt like he was hit in the chest by a giant hammer.

He gritted his teeth and steadied himself.

At this moment, a black Mercedes-Benz came speeding from a distance and swerved to a stop beside Hector.

Hector also seized the opportunity, opened the car door and jumped in.

The Mercedes-Benz continued to swing its body, knocking away the cars that were spinning around it, and fled the scene roaring.

The driver of the car turned his head and met Ethan's eyes.

His eyes were lifeless and lifeless.

Decent suit, exquisite bow tie, expressionless face.

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan subconsciously pulled the trigger, leaving a row of bullet holes in the vehicle, and watched the black Mercedes-Benz drive away.

"Boden!"

He looked at the leaving vehicle in shock, the AR15 hanging weakly.

The man who came to rescue Hector, the driver of the black Mercedes-Benz, was Proctor's personal assistant, Borden.

He didn't know if the other party could still recognize him, but he definitely remembered this guy clearly. He was meticulous in doing things, a little neurotic, and he was an absolutely ruthless character.

"No one will survive if they offend Ms. Bowman."

Teisser's words on the embankment of Lake Michigan echoed again with the howling cold wind.

Unexpectedly, it was her.

Rebecca Bowman!

Ethan gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the gun handle. Has the other party already done this?

A rebellious girl who was expelled from the Amish community can actually instruct Salvadorans to seize the exclusive market in Chicago. What a magical thing.

Although he tried his best not to believe it, Boden's appearance made him disbelief.

"The suspect escaped."

Rusek's voice rang out, and he shouted urgently: "Repeat, the suspect Hector fled in a black Mercedes, driving north from Harrison Park."

He put down the walkie-talkie and grabbed Ethan's shoulders:

"Jesus, are you okay?"

Judging from the body's reaction just now, it was obvious that he had been shot.

"It's okay." Ethan finally came to his senses and felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Shaking his head, he said in a low voice:

"Can't die."

Seeing a layer of sweat forming on Ethan's forehead and holding on to his bulletproof vest with both hands, Rusek quickly picked up the gun:

"Come, let me help you."

After taking off his vest, Ethan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Despite the pain in his chest, he still picked up his bulletproof vest and walked quickly to the end of the street.

When they came here, both of them stopped in shock.

Two police cars were beaten like a hornet's nest.

One of the vehicles hit a fire pole on the roadside, spraying water. The patrolman inside had his head drooped, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

The other patrol car flipped over.

The broken glass was all over the floor, and all you could see was the people on it staggering around, with blood slowly flowing out from inside.

"Save someone quickly."

Ethan pushed Rusek and pressed the intercom.

Ten minutes later, it turned into a blue ocean.

Patrol cars, ambulances, and fire trucks clogged the intersection.

There are people in uniforms everywhere, busy all the time.

Ethan was sitting on the tailgate of an ambulance, shirtless, letting the medical staff put a bandage on him.

There was a bruise on his chest.

The skin and flesh on it feel a little bruised.

But he seemed to feel no pain, and was smoking a cigarette absentmindedly.

"Detective." The ambulanceman said dullly: "Maybe you shouldn't smoke now. I don't know if you have injured your bones or internal organs. Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"No thanks."

Seeing that his body was bandaged, Ethan moved his arms and stood up vigorously.

This kind of injury will probably be fine in two days.

"You're so lucky." Olinsky held his bulletproof vest in his hand, pulled out the insert plate inside, and knocked twice: "The quality of this is really good."

On top of the bulletproof board, a small bag was pushed up.

This bump was the reason why I suffered minor injuries, and it was also the guarantee that I would not be seriously injured.

"How's it going? Did you catch someone?"

Turning around and letting Erin put on his coat, he looked at Olinsky.

"No." Olinsky knocked on the intercom and shook his head heavily:

"Unfortunately, we lost track."

"Shet."

Ethan slowly puffed out smoke and cursed secretly.

Not far away, Hank and Director Perry were talking.

After a while, he came over with a gloomy face: "Everyone, I have bad news here."

"Burgess's partner is dead."

Hank pointed to the patrol car next to him that was being treated by firefighters, and said in a hoarse voice: "There is also a patrol car here that failed to be rescued, and the other two people are still being rescued."

Upon hearing the news, the faces of the intelligence team members gathered behind the ambulance all turned ugly.

Thanks to the lonely lone wolf brother for the reward and support, thank you!