My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

What this one-eyed dragon was carrying on his shoulders was familiar to Ethan.

His head is now clear and his adrenaline is secreting like crazy.

Turn around and take steps.

The patterns on the soles of the boots firmly grip the concrete floor.

The strong calf muscles burst out with huge force, taking him back like an arrow from a string.

All this seemed to be in slow motion.

The change in Jill's expression from calm to surprised allowed him to see clearly.

Behind you, you can feel the heat of the RPG's tail flame.

It's too late to say it, but it's too late to say it.

Ethan grabbed Jill and led her back quickly.

The rocket flew at a speed of nearly three hundred meters per second, and the warhead hit the floor hard.

"Bang."

The fireworks and shock waves generated by the explosion instantly overturned Ethan who ran to the corner of the corridor.

The two men rolled and fell backwards, cement blocks flying on them.

"Farke!"

Ethan cursed lowly, then coughed violently several times, and the smoke and dust raised made his nasal cavity itchy.

This was still a small problem. He banged his head with a bulletproof helmet on the wall behind him a few times, hoping to quickly reduce the dizziness caused by the explosion shock wave, and his arms were also stinging.

The fragment pierced hard like a knife.

"Are you OK."

Ethan kicked his feet on the ground twice, stepped back hard, and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

Before Gil could answer, there was another loud noise.

Countless debris crackled on his body again, and everything he could see was filled with smoke and dust. He could only hug Jill tightly and huddle up.

It wasn't until two seconds later that the explosion stopped.

The guy carrying the RPG, if I guessed correctly, should be the Inquisitor.

Fortunately, my reaction was faster than his.

Fortunately, there is a corner of the corridor behind, and the wall blocks most of the power of the explosion.

Despite this, bursts of howling sounds sounded in Ethan's ears.

"Pooh."

He spat out the dust from his mouth, gritted his teeth and pulled out the fragment stuck in his left arm. Blood immediately flowed out.

But it doesn't matter, it will stop soon.

Ethan has strong confidence in his healing physique.

He pinched Jill's face and shook it a few times.

The other party was obviously stunned, giving Ethan the feeling that he couldn't even keep his eyes focused.

"Are you OK?"

Ethan asked anxiously and started directly.

He put his arms on Jill's body and patted her quickly. This was not to take advantage of her, but just to check her physical condition.

"Snapped."

When he was about to touch the raised area, Jill grabbed his wrist and shouted feebly: "If you want, wait until we survive and then check slowly."

"With the body armor, I think it'll be fine."

"That makes sense!"

Ethan nodded politely and gave her a thumbs up.

Judging from the situation, she also came to her senses.

It's just that both of them are a little deaf now, and talking is almost like quarreling, otherwise they can't hear each other.

Ethan quickly stuck his head out and looked towards the corridor.

There were two big holes in the floor.

It is worthy of being an RPG and a man-made cannon. Its power cannot be underestimated.

With such a rocket launcher guarding them, they did not dare to rush up from here. If the Inquisitor responded in time next time, they would not be so lucky.

But if you go up from the other side, you can't guarantee that there will be another big guy waiting for you.

For a moment, he was at a loss of ground.

"Click."

A faint voice sounded, and a light flashed next to it.

Jill held a cigarette on her red lips and was slowly exhaling gray-white smoke.

She leaned against the wall, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Taking another deep breath of cigarette, her ears finally felt better. She gasped and looked at Ethan: "Let's separate!"

"Um?"

Ethan's throat felt itchy, so he might as well get one for himself.

"On the opposite side, there is another upward passage." Gil lowered his wrist and flicked away the ash with his fingers: "Let's separate and rush up together. They don't have too many such powerful weapons."

"Attack from both sides together, the chance is greater."

Ethan thought about it and felt that it made sense. At least it would force the other party to scramble and make it easier to find opportunities.

"That's okay."

He held Jill's shoulders and asked in a deep voice, "Is there any problem with you being alone?"

"There is no problem."

Jill freed up a hand and took off the cigarette from Ethan's mouth.

Her eyes were bright, she licked her lips, and kissed him hard.

Ethan held the AK and walked quickly along the circular corridor.

There was a cigarette in his mouth and a smile on his eyes.

There's nothing I can do about it, he's handsome.

He was thin-skinned and embarrassed to refuse such a request, so he had to reluctantly let Jill kiss him for a while.

Just as he was recalling the touch just now, a figure flashed in front of him.

"boom."

A bullet hit, leaving a small hole in his forehead, but a stream of blood mist spurted out from the back of his head, dyeing the gray-white wall red.

The black girl with thick legs and fat butt fell down instantly.

With this kind of fighting power, there is no need to go out and die. Ethan puffed out smoke, shook his head indifferently, and continued to trot forward.

Staying where you are, the risk is not that high.

After all, they had to go through the circular corridor, and no one knew what they would encounter. Ethan took the initiative to initiate the task of going to the other side. Jill didn't have radar monitoring, so it was too dangerous for her to run through.

After leaving three lives behind, he finally came to the other side.

There was fierce gunfire downstairs, and when they launched the attack, the people below were not idle either.

I don't know how long Rusek and the others can hold on. They should be fine. It's hard to say about the female agent who was left alone. She was already frightened. If she didn't control the ammunition, she would die.

Unlike Phillips and Reese, there are at least two people who can cheer each other up.

Ethan shook his head to suppress these messy thoughts.

The most important thing now is to take down the Inquisitor. The entire team is dead and injured. These are all grievances. These grievances must be settled, and they can't wait to settle them.

Hold up the AK and point it diagonally upward.

He squatted and slowly moved outside.

If you walk out standing, you may be hit on the foot by someone on the seventh floor due to the angle.

Before he could walk out of the corridor, his footsteps stopped abruptly.

On the seventh floor, there were four light spots in a queue, walking down the stairs next to them.

Yoho~ This is about taking the initiative.

Ethan smiled first, then quickly looked in Jill's direction, but it was useless to worry now. The only way he could relieve the pressure on the judge was by causing more trouble for the judge.

Turn the speed switch with your finger to adjust the AK to automatic mode.

He took two gentle breaths, pushed his feet hard, and catapulted forward at a high speed. He slid to the side of the railing with a thrust, and his back hit the cement board hard.

On the stairs, four people in black suits.

They all held small submachine guns and looked murderous.

But when they saw the big and thick AK47 suddenly appearing in front of them, everyone swallowed hard.

Ethan grinned and pressed the trigger directly.

"Bang bang bang."

"Ahhhh~~~" He roared loudly following the bursting sound of the AK, and the powerful recoil drove the gun butt to hit his shoulder crazily.

The muzzle of the gun tried to rise upwards, but Ethan tightly controlled it.

"Swish swish."

More than twenty bullets flew out from the flaming muzzle of the gun, tearing apart all obstacles encountered on the road. They did not stop until they sank into the concrete stairs.

The four of them were dancing, swaying their arms and legs wildly.

Three seconds later, the AK47 finally stopped vibrating, and the four people on the stairs rolled and fell.

The gunfight was so brutal.

A team caught off guard can easily wipe out a team.

Ethan released the trigger, and a burst of water mist fell.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it, and there was a bright red color on his palm. The smell of blood could no longer touch him in any way.

He took a gentle breath and removed the AK's empty magazine.

The last spare magazine, slap it in hard.

The TEC-9 submachine guns carried by the men in suits were brand new. They fell into Ethan's hands before he could even fire a shot. Three of the submachine guns were thrown into the space, along with the spare magazines they carried. Take it in together.

To go out, you have to make progress. Tonight, I almost exhausted my private arsenal.

If you don't find an opportunity to add some more, you will be blind next time you encounter this kind of thing.

The remaining submachine gun was held firmly in his hand. The gun was small and exquisite, slightly larger than a pistol in his hand. It felt like a small toy to Ethan.

It's just that the extra-long magazine with a capacity of fifty rounds serves as a warning to anyone who underestimates it.

Putting the TEC-9 submachine gun on the bulletproof vest, Ethan didn't waste any more time. There was already violent gunfire from Jill's side. He kicked hard and quickly ran out from behind the fence.

After a few ups and downs, he passed over the body lying on the ground and climbed up the stairs like a ghost.

"Bang bang bang."

Bullets fired from the corridor on the seventh floor chased after him, but his reaction was a beat slower than his, and he was never able to keep up.

Ethan flipped his palm, and a grenade appeared in his hand.

He had plundered less than half of Nola's gadgets. Now that he was alone, it was time to put them to use. Two grenades flew up the stairs one after another before him.

The little round thing flew towards the place where the light spots were the densest.

"Bang bang."

Accompanied by two loud noises, tragic screams rang out.

The judge standing above had no idea that the opponent would have such a thing. The hand holding the rocket launcher shook, and the last rocket flew out with a whoosh.

As soon as Ethan rushed up, he saw the rockets flying towards him.

He was so frightened that he flew to the ground, just barely avoiding it.

"Bang."

There was another explosion, and the rocket hit the wall of the stairwell directly, breaking a big hole in it, causing bricks and stones to fly and fall outside the building.

A heavy brick fell from the seventh floor and hit the hood with a loud crash.

The person in the police car stepped on the brakes, and then the windshield was smashed to pieces.

The police officer above was so frightened that he leaned over and shouted loudly in the distance: "Requesting rapid support from the SWAT team, there will be another explosion in the building, and you must be fast!"

Without needing to be reminded by the patrol officer, a police officer in a patrol car far away quickly pressed the intercom.

Outside the building, red and blue police lights flashed.

Three police cars were parked near the front door, patrol officers looking nervously at the apartment building with pistols drawn.

After receiving the report, the patrol officers initially did not want to respond.

It would be unusual for a night in this area not to involve a shootout.

But the person who reported the crime said that several federal agents were trapped inside. Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, he still sent a patrol car to check out the situation. When the patrol car came, it was immediately confirmed that a fierce battle was taking place inside.

Bursts of gunfire scared them and they quickly called nearby patrol cars for support.

Although they wanted to see what was going on inside, not only were communications limited, but the passages to the front and back doors were blocked by a large iron plate, and they were unable to do anything.

This situation is not something that the patrol police can solve at all.

upstairs.

Ethan rolled quickly to the side and hid behind a concrete pillar.

The bullets struck quickly, hitting the place where he was lying just now, and puffs of smoke and dust flew up. When he heard the gunshots from the opposite side, a cold sweat broke out on Ethan's back.

The two grenades just now only hit some people.

The rest of the people reacted quickly.

He leaned on the cement pillars and stood up quickly. The layout on the seventh floor was very different from that downstairs. All the partition walls near the entrance of the corridor were knocked down, leaving only load-bearing pillars.

Only the middle area is a large enclosed room.

There was a grenade just now. Although it was said to be aimed at the light spot, it bounced back through a wall and exploded in the open space.

Otherwise, the guy above wouldn't be able to react so quickly.

"Bang bang bang."

In an awkward posture, Ethan stretched out the two guns from behind the cement pillar with both hands, pointed at the location of the light spot, and pulled the triggers one by one.

Although it's all based on feeling, the approximate direction can't be wrong.

The two sides went back and forth, and after firing more than a dozen shots, Ethan knocked out a light spot, but it was also damaged by cement debris.

In this case, if you are not careful, you may have your hand broken.

Thinking of this, Ethan quickly retracted his hand.

Seeing this situation, the gun-wielding guards on the seventh floor suddenly became excited. Their gun fire became more intense and violent, and they advanced alternately, hoping to kill the guy who rushed up in one fell swoop.

The judge standing behind was beating a drum in his heart.

Just now, a flash bomb exploded below, and just now two more grenades flew up.

No need to think, it must be the guy in front of you.

And it cannot be ruled out that the other party will not have anything similar to it again.

Thinking of this, he turned around quickly.

He called two of his men at the same time and strode into the room. The judge relied on this sense of crisis to survive until now. If the situation went wrong, he would immediately choose to escape.

"Clang!"

Two cylindrical objects were thrown out from behind the pillars and rolled on the ground.