My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Gil was confused, but in the monitoring room on the seventh floor, he was furious.

"boom."

There was still more than half a bottle of red wine left, but the inquisitor threw it to the ground hard, and the bright red wine splashed everywhere.

The female assistant below was also pushed away by him.

"Look, what the hell is going on?"

"knew."

The female assistant quickly stood up and rushed to the computer.

However, no matter how she typed on the keyboard or waved the mouse, the image on the screen seemed to be frozen, motionless.

Even the surveillance screen kept repeating the two or three seconds of video.

"Shet."

The female assistant slapped the keyboard hard: "Our computer has been controlled."

"Can you detonate a bomb?"

The judge asked quickly, he was only concerned about this issue now.

"No." The female assistant shook her blond hair and gritted her teeth: "The bomb needs to be activated through the system. The other party is a master. I don't even understand how he did it."

"waste."

The Inquisitor roared and spun around in circles.

"Let's go."

It didn't take him two seconds to make up his mind.

The tenants in the apartment building will not believe the current situation and they will continue to attack.

And he has to hurry up and leave. Now that he knows that Phillips is in New York, he can play however he wants in the future.

He tidied up his suit and strode outside.

Even though she felt aggrieved, the female assistant quickly followed.

Walking out of the monitoring room, there is a large passage outside. In fact, you can't blame Jia Bo. There are no cameras in this place at all. The people who are usually responsible for loading goods are monitored by armed guards.

There are a row of stainless steel tables in this passage, with incandescent lights on, and all the tables are covered with various measuring tools.

Compared with the messy environment below, this place is almost like a laboratory.

A dozen men and women were busy collecting, dividing and packaging the flour on the table, while looking at the inquisitor who came out of the monitoring room with horrified faces.

"Don't worry, it won't explode. This is just to scare them."

The judge muttered something vaguely and continued walking to the side.

Pushing open the door, there is a luxuriously decorated suite inside. There are also several people busy in the small room next to the suite.

"gentlemen."

A bald man saw the judge approaching and quickly nodded.

The female assistant's eyes sparkled as she looked at the contents of the house. She could never get enough of this scene.

Green banknotes were piled up in the center of the room.

To put it bluntly, this mountain of banknotes is higher than herself. She doesn't know the exact number, but it should be close to 100 million.

Under the gaze of the Inquisitor, the mountain of banknotes quickly lowered.

Six Colombian men were quickly loading money into their suitcases.

The money is not much to him, and there is a room full of money over there in Colombia, and they are still coming in continuously.

"Hurry up and pretend."

The judge said solemnly: "After you finish pretending, go directly to the roof."

"Yes, sir."

The bald man nodded and pointed outside: "Do you need to arrange a few people to deal with the people below?"

Gunshots were heard from outside.

This sound makes people feel upset.

"Okay, let's go take a look too." The judge squinted his one eye and walked to the corner of the room. He looked around and picked up an RPG-7.

The bald man quickly stepped forward and lifted a wooden box on the shelf.

The box was heavy and contained three rockets.

Leaving a few private guards to pack their things, the Inquisitor walked outside. The female assistant walked quickly and opened a door next to her. The eight people inside stood up in unison. On the table, there were handfuls of TEC-9 neatly placed. Submachine gun.

The gun body is compact, short and powerful.

The fast firing rate and stable performance make it a favorite among many people on the road.

Seeing the female assistant nodding, they immediately picked up their submachine guns and followed the judge out.

On the sixth floor, there was fierce gunfire.

Although Ethan repeatedly shouted that the explosive crisis had been resolved, no one believed it.

Forced to have no choice but to fight his way out.

There were only two people now. Taking advantage of the cluttered environment, he changed the gun in his hand to an AK47, and Jill's hand was also changed to an AR15.

The spare magazine is also inserted into the waist and is stiff.

That was now. Normally, Jill would definitely wonder why the people in this apartment building had so much firepower.

There is another corner, which is the stairwell to the seventh floor.

Ethan stopped suddenly, looked behind the wall coldly, and raised his arms.

Without saying a word, Jill also stopped instantly.

Tonight, she had experienced Ethan's amazing sixth sense, and he often had an extremely keen intuition about where enemies would appear.

So she didn't hesitate and raised the AR15.

Ethan took a step back slightly. Inside the radar, three light spots were slowly approaching.

These three people were very professional and the pace of their actions was very orderly. Ethan listened carefully to hear the subtle footsteps.

This alone is a level above those who came before.

Slow down your breathing and raise the muzzle.

The next moment, three fierce-looking men quietly turned around the corner.

These are Salvadorans, two Salvarians with tattoos on their faces, following Hector and appearing in front of Ethan and Jill.

Seeing the black muzzle pointed at them, the three people's pupils shrank violently and their hearts almost stopped.

"Bang bang bang."

Gunfire flashed and bullets sprayed out.

The two people around Hector exploded into clouds of blood mist, their bodies trembling crazily.

"Bang, bang."

After two muffled sounds of falling to the ground, Ethan turned his gun and pointed it at Hector:

"Do you dare to move?"

"Well!!!"

Hector snorted and shook his head quickly. He didn't dare to lift the gun in his hand.

The two guys wearing bulletproof helmets and bulletproof vests in front of them smelled of blood and were steaming with murderous intent. The bullets in the muzzles of the guns were about to spray out at any time. In this case, even if they gave him a hundred courages, they would not dare to move.

"Click."

Hector was very sensible and quietly dropped the gun in his hand.

"Do you still know me?"

Ethan turned his head and smiled lightly at him.

I don’t know if this was achieved without any effort. I was worried about whether he would hide in a corner, but unexpectedly, Hector actually came to the door by himself.

Hector's expression changed drastically, and he clearly remembered something.

Ethan grinned, alternated his hands, and aimed the gun butt at his abdomen and hit him hard.

"Bang."

"Oh~~~"

Hector was hit hard and immediately fell to his knees, his body bowed like a cooked prawn, and the veins on his neck pulled up.

"Surprise, motherfucker."

Ethan stepped on his head and waved to Jill.

The latter quickly stepped forward and grabbed Hector.

After finding an empty house, the two locked him to the bedpost. Ethan breathed a sigh of relief. This time, he could finally complete the task.

Moving his wrist, Ethan smiled at Hector:

"Sorry, please take a nap first."

"don't want."

Hector screamed in horror, but was punched to the chin and fell asleep.

"Let's go."

Ethan clapped his hands with satisfaction, threw the AK behind his back into his hands, and the two walked out of the room together. He also closed the door to Hector thoughtfully.

Walk out of the circular corridor and carefully arrive near the patio.

A strong sense of crisis surged into his heart, and Ethan looked up suddenly.

Behind the fence, stood a one-eyed dragon.

He smiled ferociously, carrying an RPG and pointing it in his direction.