My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

On the fifth floor, a group of gangsters were besieging the rooms in the corridor.

The dense bullets shook the door to the point of collapse.

Someone else took out the sofa and bench from the room and kept banging against the wooden door, as if they were attacking a city.

As soon as Ethan stepped up the stairs, he saw the sofa chair breaking open the door.

The gangsters were ecstatic and burst into cheers.

The frequency of counterattacks in the room became less and less, and the ammunition seemed to be almost exhausted. Affected by this, more people ran out of the room and joined the party.

Seeing that the few people hiding in the room were about to lose ground.

A flash of light flashed in Ethan's eyes, the AK was held up, the handguard was clenched, and his shoulders were vibrating wildly with the butt of the gun.

With his powerful force, the 7.62mm caliber bullet stabbed forward steadily. Wherever the bullet hit, there was a bloody storm. In a few seconds, all the people gathered near the door were knocked down. .

The screams were endless, and those who were lucky enough not to be hit fled for their lives.

Using their hands and feet, they fled behind the fence in terror, trying to avoid the reaping scythe of death.

Behind Ethan, Jill also burst out with firepower.

Black shadows flashed below.

She kept firing at the gap at the top of the stairs, throwing bullet casings quickly, and the sweat on her short hair was dripping from the shock.

The people below also started to fight back.

The bullets scattered cement fragments and slid across her cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

Gill couldn't care much at this time and used all his strength to suppress the situation with fire.

"bump."

A huge machete chopped hard at the corner of the corridor, causing sparks to fly.

The AK47, which had its magazine emptied, was thrown away.

Ethan pulled the pistol he had just picked up from the corpse out of his belt with a snap, and moved the muzzle of the gun quickly.

"boom."

Turning sideways, he shot the gun to the ground, and instantly there was a hole of flesh and blood on the shoe he poked out.

"ah!!!"

A Colombian fell forward, holding his legs.

"Bang bang."

Ethan shot him in the head two more times without giving him any chance.

Leap forward and look to the right.

Five more Colombians stood in the passage, all holding machetes and looking at the gun in Ethan's hand with livid faces.

"Stab it."

Ethan grabbed the machete embedded in the corner of the wall and drew it, leaving a trail of sparks on the wall.

The other party didn't have a gun, and he wanted to save some bullets.

The one-meter-long machete swayed in my hand and was very smooth.

Several Colombians on the opposite side looked at each other and rushed over with ferocious smiles, whizzing down the machetes in their hands.

"Ding."

With a wave of his arm, Ethan easily knocked the machete from the leader's hand away. The knife quickly retreated and was inserted into a door. It made a muffled sound and the handle of the knife kept shaking.

Then a cold light flashed, and the great head flew up out of thin air.

In the dim corridor, a strong figure moved up and down and left and right like a ghost, and the sound of stabbing sounds kept ringing.

The smell of blood spread quickly along with the sound of gushes of water mist.

Jill was forced to retreat upstairs by the gunfire below. When she heard that there was no sound of gunfire above, she quickly looked to the side.

The sight in front of her made her tremble with fear.

"Uh-huh."

A flash of knife light flashed and slashed diagonally from the body of the last Colombian man.

It wasn't until the man fell back heavily that Ethan stopped what he was doing. With a strong swing of his arm, the machete flew up and smashed the surveillance camera on the wall.

He stepped over the stumps on the ground and walked towards Jill.

The entire corridor turned into a slaughterhouse. Ethan's body was splattered with blood, and the beast-like aura frightened Jill's body.

The next moment, Ethan raised his pistol and pointed it at Jill.

His eyes were cold and soul-stirring.

In a daze, Jill seemed to feel death coming.

"boom."

The light of the gunfire made her eyelids blink rapidly, leaving a trace of afterimage in her pupils.

"Bang."

There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from behind, which scared her and turned around quickly.

An old black man wearing a flowered headscarf suddenly appeared beside her at some point, but now he had fallen to the ground with a pistol in his hand.

"Is this the time to be in a daze?"

Ethan drew out the python again and walked over with both guns in hand: "Cheer up."

"oh."

Gil didn't dare to refute and nodded quickly.

Under the leadership of Ethan, the two of them walked towards the end of the corridor. Before leaving, Jill looked at the place in the corridor and exhaled softly.

When heading to the room where Phillips was, gunfire flashed from time to time throughout the building.

As long as Ethan waved his arm, a black shadow immediately fell down.

After Gill emptied the AR15's ammunition, he quickly replaced it with the MP5 and kept firing at the back.

The two of them cooperated very skillfully and suppressed the people outside the corridor.

After a while, we came to the end of the corridor.

Under the sharp attacks of the two men, Ethan could observe through radar that the people hiding behind the fence had quietly retreated.

There is no way to retreat, as long as you take the lead, your head will bloom in the next moment.

Faced with this situation, not to mention the guerrillas, even the regular soldiers couldn't handle it. They came out to make money, not to lose their lives.

When the risk is too high, many people will not want to make this money.

This was also the reason why Ethan was so ruthless. He had to kill these people and scare them out of their wits. Only in this way could he stop those who wanted to fish in troubled waters. Otherwise, if they all attack together, no matter how strong he is, he would not be able to do anything at all.

"Phillips."

As he approached the door, Ethan yelled.

This is to remind the people inside, otherwise they would be shot twice by one of their own people, which would really be called an unjust death.

"Here I am."

There was a cry of surprise from inside: "We are inside."

"Don't shoot."

Leaving Jill on guard, Ethan quickly collected the weapons on the ground. Fortunately, the location chosen by Phillips and the others was clever enough and was out of the shooting range of the corridor above, so he could operate it calmly.

"Open the door." Jill opened the sofa chair and patted the shaky door.

The people inside quickly moved and moved all the tables, chairs and benches blocking the door. After moving a large table away, the light inside finally came out.

Phillips' bald head was covered in sweat.

He squatted down and looked outside nervously through the hole in the door. There were bullet casings and corpses everywhere, making his face even paler.

"Zaki?"

Jill glanced back nervously and quickly.

All she saw was Phillips shaking his head silently and the body lying in a pool of blood in the room.

"Farke."

Gil cursed angrily and fired several shots at the stairs.

There was no time to care about her mood now, so Ethan squatted on the ground and licked her pussy very skillfully.

Pistols, submachine guns, shotguns, and bullets were all collected, and when Gil wasn't paying attention, he added a few magazines to them.