My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

On the fourth floor, when Ethan heard the gunshot, he suddenly felt bad.

What followed was a burst of gunfire, a roar of grief and indignation, and the light of gunfire flashing crazily upstairs.

"Farke."

He cursed secretly. He originally planned to find a room to sleep in first, but now there was definitely no hope.

Sure enough, after hearing the sound of a firefight above, Gil and Ted quickly moved the direction of the stairs without any hesitation, and were about to go up to support their teammates.

This behavior is understandable.

They were here to help him, and he would save them if he had the chance. He couldn't watch others get beaten.

"Listen." Pulling the hammer, Ethan waved the python revolver and growled: "At this time, anyone who dares to walk out of the corridor, regardless of gender, will be killed first. Do you understand?"

With those words on the loudspeaker, there was also a warning of gunshots outside.

Anyone who dares to step out at this time wants to fight against the autumn wind. They deserve to die and do not deserve any mercy.

"knew."

Rusek quickly followed up with a Glock, Atwater put his hand on his shoulder, and the group bent over and moved quickly.

"boom."

Ethan raised his arm and blew up a camera in the corner.

When they were about to reach the stairs, there was a bang, and a door nearby was blown open. Shotguns flew out from the inside with sawdust, forcing them to stop, and the sawdust crackled on their bodies.

Gil waved the muzzle of his gun and fired several shots inside.

A scream sounded, but the light spot did not disappear.

Ethan flew over, and while he was in mid-air, the python's bullet nest began to rotate. With two bangs, the bullets whizzed through the holes in the door.

The heads of the two people inside exploded one after another and they fell to the ground.

His shoulders hit the ground, and his waist and abdomen were strained.

He quickly rolled back, knelt down on one knee, and fired three shots in a row, hitting several black figures in the circular corridor and spraying blood mist.

After a period of adaptation, the eyes have adapted to the light environment in the building.

Coupled with the cooperation of radar, five people were knocked down instantly.

This operation made Jill and Ted dumbfounded, and they quickly tightened the firearms in their hands.

"Bang bang bang."

As soon as a fight broke out here, the position of the gunfire was immediately exposed, and the people upstairs quickly turned their guns and fired quickly.

Ethan was well prepared and rushed forward in one stride.

Bullets followed behind him and hit the concrete floor one after another, but he easily dodged them.

When Jill and the others saw this, they used the cement fence as a bunker to fight back, providing Ethan with fire cover so that he wouldn't have to be chased and beaten.

After Atwater fired a few shots with the Glock, his expression turned ugly. The opponent's firepower was too strong.

He pulled the trigger continuously, knocked a man over, and then turned around and hid.

The people above had a geographical advantage and had more guns than them. Bullets were coming from several directions, and they were really unable to withstand them. If it weren't for the fact that most of the people above were amateurs, two people would have been killed in this wave of attacks.

"Bang."

At this moment, Ted was also hit by a bullet that flew from nowhere and fell backward.

"careful."

Jill had quick eyesight and quick hands. She and Rusek grabbed Ted together and pulled back hard.

"Puff puff."

Several rounds of bullets hit the open space where Ted was just now, sending up several puffs of smoke.

If it were just one second slower, there would be a few more holes in Ted's body.

"I'm fine."

Ted was sweating profusely and covering his shoulders: "It didn't hit the vital point."

Hearing the occasional crashing sound on the cement railing behind him, Rusek wiped his sweat quickly. He had been idle all day long, but when the final kick came, it was so fatal.

His throat was dry and he looked around, fear in his eyes.

Under the temptation of money, this building seemed to turn into a hell for the inquisitor. Bullets might fly out from any door at any time.

This kind of mental pressure made him pant like crazy.

"I only have one magazine left."

Atwater half-crouched on the ground. He threw away the empty magazine and patted the spare magazine into the Glock.

Originally, they were just observers, so it was prudent enough to bring a spare magazine, but they didn't expect to encounter such a fierce firefight.

"Me too."

Rusek waved the Glock in his hand. The gun was empty and hung up.

"We didn't bring any equipment." Gil unloaded the empty magazine and threw it aside angrily.

After reloading, she quickly asked Rusek:

"Where is your colleague? Does he have any other weapons?"

"Don't think about it." Rusek shook his head quickly: "Under normal circumstances, he would only carry a revolver."

The two of them looked towards the place where Ethan disappeared. It was dark over there. More than ten seconds had passed. They didn't know what he was messing with in the corridor.

"Swish, swish, swish."

At this moment, several things slid along the corridor.

Two Uzi submachine guns rotated and hit the two men's hands. Insertted on them was a long magazine. Along with the submachine gun, there were two fifty-round magazines thrown over.

Rusek was ecstatic and quickly grabbed a submachine gun and handed it to Atwater.

"Bang~~~"

Ethan's figure finally appeared. He held an AK47 in his hand and fired wildly at the gangsters who stood up upstairs.

The bullets flew out and penetrated hard into the bodies of those people.

A cloud of blood mist rose up, and someone groaned, turned over and fell from the guardrail, and fell down along the patio with a muffled thud.

The reason for wasting that little time just now was to take out the firearms from the space.

During this period, if he had the opportunity, he would put some weapons into the space, and the firepower was definitely sufficient.

I just need to find an opening to avoid them.

"Come here quickly."

Ethan was shooting and yelling at several of them.

No matter how powerful he is, he is still a gun.

The people above were stunned, but that didn't mean they would remain stunned. Once they started to fight back, it would be difficult for them to leave the fence.

Atwater grabbed Uzi and cooperated with Ethan to shoot and suppress it.

Rusek and Jill pulled Ted and ran desperately in the direction of Ethan. With their free hand, they also pointed the gun at the empty corridor. When they saw the black shadow flashing, they opened fire immediately.

No matter who it is, it doesn't matter who it is, it doesn't matter who it is, it will hit anyone on sight.

After seeing them leave the shooting range of the corridor, Atwater suppressed the panic in his heart and retreated while fighting.

"Bang."

Ethan kicked the door lock of the room next to him. The wooden door could not withstand the strong force, and the lock cylinder flew away. The door hit the wall with a loud bang and kept shaking.

"FBI."

He shouted sharply and strode in.

Now is not the time to go up and rescue people, let’s get them settled first.

There is only one point of light in this room.

Not only was there no movement, but it was also far away from the door, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

When he pointed the gun at the man standing in the kitchen, he couldn't help but smile. Unexpectedly, he was still an acquaintance.

The black girl I met just now on the second floor was standing next to the stove.

She was holding a pan in her hand, her body was shaking, and she looked in horror at the people who suddenly broke into her home.

"I don't know if the hand you put behind the pan is holding a gun." Ethan strode towards her and said in a deep voice: "But I don't think you want to earn those hundreds of thousands, right? ?”

"Even if you kill us, you won't be able to grab our heads to claim the reward."

"If you get the money, you will never spend it!"

She is just a wanderer, unlike those desperadoes outside who don't care about anything as long as they can get money.

Ethan stood in front of the black girl and stared at her coldly.

Seeing an injured agent being dragged in by two other people, leaving blood on the floor, the black girl sighed and put the pan on the stove. Sure enough, there was an M9 pistol on it.

"Can you leave?"

She waved her hands excitedly: "Listen, I don't want to cause these things, and I don't want to die."

"bump."

Atwater burst into the room and slammed the door.

He quickly hid in a corner and pointed the Uzi submachine gun at the door, not bothering to wipe the sweat dripping from his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, you won't die."

When Ethan saw the black girl giving in, he immediately turned around and unplugged the refrigerator quickly.

Throwing AK behind him, he used his arms to pick up the heavy refrigerator easily, and ran to the door with vigorous steps. He nodded to Atwater, loosened his arms, and quickly flew to the side.

The sound of the refrigerator hitting the floor indeed attracted a wave of attacks.

The beating made the contents inside crackle and burst with bullet holes.

The refrigerator is not bulletproof, but it can effectively prevent people from outside from easily breaking open the door.

Not to be outdone, Atwater sprayed shell casings from his Uzi submachine gun.

After a burst of gunfire, Ethan observed several light spots outside that widened the distance. Everyone had guns in their hands, and people outside didn't want to die under stray bullets.

It seemed to those people that the people inside were trapped.

Next, it's just a matter of time.

Taking advantage of this gap, Rusek and Jill took the risk and pushed the big sofa next to them together and pushed it hard on the refrigerator.

Until now, several people finally had time to stop and take a breath.

"Do you want some water?"

Seeing these people gasping for breath, the black girl squatting in the corner of the kitchen with her legs in her arms pointed to the corner of the living room anxiously.

"Thanks."

Ethan saw the mineral water tank in the corner and quickly thanked him.

He walked over quickly, took out a few bottles of water, and threw them at several people.

Atwater took the bottle, looked at the door nervously, and drank the water in the bottle. His body was dripping with sweat and his neck was shiny.

After drinking half the bottle of water in one breath, he wiped his face with trembling fingers.

It’s so scary!

Although they have been in the intelligence team for a while, in most cases, they use superior force to crush others.

There has been this situation of being hunted by people in the entire building.

He and Rusek looked at each other, both looking shocked.

The situation was urgent just now. Ted was put directly on the floor by Russell and Jill. He was now struggling to sit up with one hand.

Jill quickly went up and helped him up.

Ted adjusted his sitting posture and looked at Ethan. He finally saw that this handsome man was very extraordinary.

This matter cannot be blamed on the other party.

Who the hell could have known that there was such a terrifying guy hiding in this building and that he had a grudge against Phillips.

Not only is he vindictive, he is also a complete lunatic.

A normal person would never think of attacking an FBI team. The building was equipped with a signal jammer and there was no way he could ask for help.

"What is the origin of this judge?"

Ethan screwed on the bottle cap and asked the black girl squatting on the ground.

"I'm not so sure either."

Under his gaze, the black girl stammered: "The entire seventh floor is his territory, and all residents in this building also need to pay rent to him."

"There's a manufacturing factory up there, and there are a lot of guards."

"That's all I know."

Damn, Ethan squeezed the water bottle with his arms and exploded it.

Who would have thought that he would bump into an independent manufacturing factory and break into someone else's lair this time.

There's no way to blame Jiabo. The time was too tight, so he probably missed it.

"Why is there no such news in your intelligence?" Gil stood up angrily and asked repeatedly: "If we knew this was the case, we would have directly dispatched the tactical SWAT team."

"Jill, don't do this."

Ted quickly grabbed her and helped Ethan explain: "He doesn't want this kind of thing to happen."

"Besides, intelligence is only for Hector."

"Who can guess what kind of judge there is here, we can only count it on our own bad luck."

Jill also understood this truth, but she still felt angry in her heart. She kicked it in front, causing the garbage basket to fly up and hit the wall, and the peels inside were scattered all over the floor.

"bring it on."

She glared at Ethan, unscrewed the bottle cap and passed it to Ted's mouth: "Drink some water first."

"Wait a minute." Ted shook his head, looked at Ethan, who was standing next to the kitchen and smoked depressedly, and said weakly:

"Help, go save them."

Judging from the previous reactions, this guy's fighting ability is extraordinary.

In the situation just now, it was obvious that something had happened to Zaki. There were only three people left in Team A. Phillips was not known for his combat effectiveness. He could not just watch his colleagues being left alone.

It's just that it's so dangerous outside now, and we need to risk our lives to go out and fight.

He didn't know if the other party would agree, so he could only use a pleading tone.

"Don't worry, I will definitely save them." Ethan came over with a cigarette in his mouth and squatted down to check the wounds on Ted's body. Blood was constantly leaking out.

The shot just now hit Ted on the shoulder blade.

Fortunately, although he was sweating all over, this injury could not kill him.

When we set out, no one expected this would happen.

Therefore, none of them carried first aid tools. Gil quickly took off his bulletproof vest and tied the coat firmly to Ted's shoulders to stop the bleeding.

She was currently wearing only a light blue camisole, and her shoulders were covered with glistening sweat.

"You stay here."

Ethan retracted his gaze, chewed on the cigarette, replaced the magazine, and pulled the gun bolt with his backhand:

"I'm going for a walk and I'll be back in a while." (End of chapter)