My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After finishing all these actions, Ethan leaned on the wall and whispered inside:

"Come out, there's ammunition outside."

Hiding inside can only solve temporary security. What we need to do now is to continue to advance. Attack is the best defense.

They all wear body armor and now have plenty of ammunition.

After passing the stage of being caught off guard, Ethan believed that with these well-trained people, he could still cope with the next situation. After all, he had just killed a group of people.

According to radar observations, most of the remaining soldiers were so frightened that they hid in their rooms.

Most of the people they need to deal with are the Inquisitors on the seventh floor. There are only a few greedy guys left among the residents in the apartment building.

"But Zaki is still here."

A head popped out of the hole. It was Phillips, another female detective from the Violent Crimes Division. Her voice was trembling and she continued: "We need someone to watch him here."

"We can't let those bastards take off his head to collect the reward."

A few of them had just tried their best to drag Zaki's body into the room just to avoid this happening.

Ethan looked into her eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched.

In fact, this female agent was scared. Not only was her voice trembling, but her eyes were also full of fear.

Even if she is an agent, she is still made of flesh and blood, so it is normal for her to be beaten to the point of being frightened.

Ethan did not speak, but looked at Phillips, believing that he would make the right choice. There was no use hiding here now. The risk of being surrounded was actually greater.

"You stay here."

Phillips hesitated for a moment and said to the female subordinate: "Block the door and grab two guns. People outside should not be able to get in."

The female agent's face turned red, but she nodded silently.

She grabbed the gun in her hand and pursed her lips. She didn't understand why these people insisted on going out to die. With the guns outside, they could just wait for rescue.

Phillips no longer hesitated, opened the door and stooped out.

Behind him, the man with a resolute face also walked out of the room, and several people quickly cleared away the firearms on the ground.

"Thanks."

The man with a resolute face looked at Jill and Ethan and thanked him sincerely: "If you hadn't come here, we really wouldn't have been able to hold on for long, and we didn't have much ammunition left in our hands."

"By the way, in case you don't remember, my name is Reese."

After throwing two pistols into the room, Reese looked at Ethan again: "Don't be nervous, just follow us later."

"cough!"

Jill choked and coughed repeatedly.

She quickly covered her mouth again and waved her hand to indicate that she was okay.

"I'm not nervous." Ethan picked up a double-barreled shotgun and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I should still be able to help."

Only then did Reese notice that Ethan's body was covered in blood.

Even his face was dotted with blood, and he exuded a murderous aura.

He looked at Jill in confusion, and the latter shook his head.

Phillips knew Ethan's fighting ability and knew that he must be the one leading Jill to charge forward, so he just pursed his lips and nodded to Ethan. We were all old acquaintances, so there was no need to say too much.

"Where's Ted?"

Reese was confused for a while, but he didn't see Ted's figure, so he quickly asked nervously: "Is something going to happen to him too?"

"It's a little injured, it's not a big problem."

Gil shook his head and looked at both sides of the corridor warily: "Ethan's colleagues are taking care of him down below."

Rees was relieved when he heard that the problem was not serious.

After being attacked just now, he was actually more worried about the fourth floor. Two detectives and three city police officers made him extremely worried.

"Say it."

Ethan took advantage of this quiet air raid and looked at Phillips: "What is the background of this judge?"

Phillips actually didn't want to bring up the past, but in this situation, he wouldn't be able to pass the test unless he explained the matter clearly. The two men could still talk it out, but Ethan couldn't fool him.

After wiping the sweat from his face, Phillips said with a complicated expression:

"I didn't expect that he was still alive."

"The judge has crawled out of hell. I admire him very much."

"Tell the important point."

Ethan waved his hand, interrupting him.

Both Jill and Reese looked over in surprise, not expecting him to talk to Phillips like this.

And his boss was not angry at all.

"Back then, I participated in an undercover mission." Phillips shrugged and curled his lips and said, "I went undercover to the Inquisitor's side and went to Colombia with him to find the big seller."

"In short, I betrayed him and successfully captured Du Xiao."

"As far as I know, the judge was taken into the jungle by Du Xiao's men."

"And his family."

There was a trace of sadness in Phillips's voice: "They were also found by the men of the independent owl, and they were all killed."

Ethan scratched his face, not knowing what to say.

Phillips was doing his job, there's not much to say.

But if it were his own judge, he would definitely put Phillips to death as soon as possible as long as there was a way.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the long-silent horn sounded again: "What's going on?"

"Party, where's my party?"

"Please, there's no need to shut down the party."

"Phillips, I didn't expect you to have such a powerful helper." The judge's voice continued: "Well, let me add a little more fun to the game. Everyone, please listen."

"Boom, boom."

Two loud noises came from below the first floor.

Hearing this voice, everyone looked at each other, wondering what happened.

"alright."

From the loudspeaker, the judge's mocking voice sounded: "The front and back doors have now been lowered with three-centimeter-thick iron plates. None of you can escape."

"Only rewards without punishment are not enough."

"The countdown starts from now. If I can't kill these rats in one hour, I will detonate the explosives buried in the building. The whole building will collapse, and you will all be buried with these FBI rats."

On the seventh floor, there is the control room.

A white man wearing a black eyepatch sat on a chair. He looked at the gray-white surveillance screen with one eye and continued to speak into the microphone on the table: "By the way, this is to prove what I said."

He turned off the microphone and raised his fingers behind his back.

An extremely hot girl with gold-rimmed glasses walked forward. She leaned down and tapped her hands on the keyboard to bring up a control interface.

The Inquisitor kneaded it a few times and then gently tapped the button on it.