My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

There are not as many people as you, as long as the guy has more things to do than you do.

After throwing out two flash bombs, Ethan immediately closed his eyes and covered his eyes with his palms.

As for the ears, I can no longer take care of them now.

You could feel the strong light on your eyes, your ears were buzzing, and there was only a sharp whistling sound in the whole world.

Put down your hands and pick up the AK.

He walked out of the concrete pillar with a swaying step and looked around. Seven or eight people were in a mess.

Some people opened their mouths and howled silently.

There were also unlucky guys who were lying on the ground rolling back and forth when the flash bomb just exploded next to them.

There was a man in the distance whose calf had been broken by a grenade just now.

While screaming, he crawled away as hard as he could.

Most of the people here are wearing casual clothes, and only one or two people are wearing black suits. I don't know if it is to distinguish between them.

But at this time, all living beings are equal.

The AK in Ethan's hand was fired, and bullets hit these people with bang bang.

He was like a god of death, waving his scythe wildly.

Looking at the splashing blood mist, listening to the faint gunshots in his ears, and being shocked several times in succession, at this moment, his steps were light and a particularly strong psychedelic feeling emerged in his heart.

In the distance, at the staircase opposite.

The three men in black suits were fighting and retreating. From his angle, he could see Jill struggling to attack. She was leaning on the handrail of the stairs and firing wildly at it.

Ethan quickly moved the muzzle of the gun and poured out all the remaining bullets in the magazine.

Two men in black were struck by him and rolled down the stairs.

The AK finally stopped vibrating and all the bullets were consumed.

My arm was suddenly bitten by a mosquito, followed by burning pain.

This pain pulled him away from the psychedelic feeling.

After being shot, Ethan was shocked.

He rolled along with the situation, dropped the AK at the same time, and moved quickly like a flexible ape.

Inside the room, the inquisitor was holding a pistol and was shooting wildly at Ethan through the window. He had his back to the outside just now and was not seriously injured. He was the first person to react.

However, his one eye also shed tears, which affected the accuracy of his shooting.

After firing a few shots, and seeing that the sudden attack was ineffective, he made a quick decision and ran inside quickly.

The agent outside had already rushed up, and like a super soldier, he killed seven or eight of his men in just a short time.

If you don’t run now, how long will it take?

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan waved his arm, pulled out the TEC-9 submachine gun from his bulletproof vest, and hit the window suddenly.

The broken glass exploded and scattered like crystals.

He gritted his teeth and stood up. There was a big gash in his left arm, dripping with blood.

"Grass."

Ethan cursed angrily and bounced off the ground, hitting the door like an arrow from a string.

"Boom."

The door was knocked away and collapsed.

"Tu tu tu tu."

The TEC-9 submachine gun sprayed out tongues of flame and quickly killed the two black suits crawling on the ground like headless flies.

Ethan immediately turned his gun and pointed towards the corner.

More than a dozen men and women had already raised their hands high in the air, looking at him in horror, fearing that this man was addicted to killing and would give them a shot.

These people, the men only wear shorts.

The women were wearing bikinis of various colors, and their figures were all indescribable.

"Judge, where did he go?"

Ethan walked forward quickly, picked up another TEC-9 submachine gun, pointed at the group of people and asked.

There are several passages here, and I don't know where to go. I only saw a few light spots on the roof of the building on the radar.

These people must have run upstairs.

Under his stern questioning, more than a dozen people opened and closed their mouths in unison.

"Shut up."

Ethan yelled, "I can't hear you, use your finger."

In excitement, the muzzle of the gun shook.

The dozen or so people were so frightened that they all pointed to the innermost passage with very sincere eyes.

"Tu tu tu tu."

Ethan lowered the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger.

Seven or eight bullets hit the group of people in front of them, causing them to tremble instantly.

"Just be patient."

Ethan shouted sharply: "Whoever dares to move will die!!!"

There are guns everywhere on the ground outside. If these people go out and act recklessly, they will cause great trouble to Jill behind.

But he couldn't kill them all.

No one can be spared who wants to die, and no one can be killed indiscriminately when encountering people who are honest and cooperative, even though most of these people are scum.

I can only use the most direct method to warn.

This warning method is very effective.

I saw that several people could no longer control their bladders and were dripping urine.

Ethan didn't know how terrifying his current image was in the eyes of these people.

The clothes and face were covered with a mixture of blood and dust.

Being frightened by him and coupled with his cold gaze, some timid people seemed to be about to faint.

Taking a deep breath, he didn't have time to wait for Jill, so he spread his legs and chased into the corridor. The remaining few people ran upstairs. They definitely didn't want to jump off the building, they definitely had a way to escape.

After working for a long time, if these people run away, all the efforts will be in vain.

After turning a corner, some flour was scattered on the ground to guide his direction. Only half an hour had passed since the inquisitor made his decision.

In such a hurry, it was inevitable that they would make mistakes.

Sure enough, at the next corner, a black travel bag fell on the ground.

The handle was disconnected and the zipper couldn't be closed in time.

There was a lot of flour stuffed inside. Maybe because I was too hasty, some goods were not packed neatly and were scattered inside.

Just such a bag is a huge fortune.

But Ethan was not interested in these things at all, so he jumped over and continued to rush forward.

Soon, I came to a staircase.

The fresh air poured in from above, which refreshed Ethan's spirit, and the tinnitus also recovered a lot.

The fresh air flow is rapidly decreasing.

The people who fled upstairs tried to close the rooftop door and quickly covered themselves up.

"Tu tu tu tu."

Without saying a word, Ethan pulled the trigger at the rooftop door.

The bullets hit the wooden door and opened holes one after another. The person responsible for closing the door did not expect to catch up so quickly. He was caught off guard, and bright flowers exploded on his body.

"Don't stare. That person may have flash bombs. Move quickly."

When Ethan fired, he vaguely heard a roar coming from above, and then, eight or nine light spots quickly ran in the other direction.

He really doesn’t have any flash bombs anymore.

I couldn’t take all the inventory Nola had obtained at once. I originally planned to take some and put them in the space for future use, but I didn’t expect that they would be used up so quickly.

Looking around, there was a shabby computer desk in the corner.

He thrust both guns into his body and rushed upstairs with the computer desk in hand. The desk was like a battering ram, breaking open the rooftop door and flying out with a roar, hitting the ground with the wooden door.

"Da da da."

In the distance, dense bullets hit, smashing the computer desk that was already about to fall apart.

When they discovered it was a table, they hurriedly turned their guns.

But this time, it's too late.

A black shadow jumped out from the rooftop door, with the two guns raised in his hands spitting out tongues of fire.

Ethan just strode forward and kept pulling the trigger.

Three black suits were knocked over with a bang.

Most of them were dragging suitcases or travel bags in their hands.

When the bullet hit the bag, it raised white powder, which was instantly blown away by the wind. When it hit the suitcase, it splashed green shreds of paper. The night wind blew up, carrying the shreds of paper flying into the sky. go.

Ethan's eyes lit up, and the gunfire became more intense.

These monopolies deserve to die!

On the roof of the entire apartment building, there are densely packed and tall air conditioner outdoor units.

On one side were six people, desperately moving between the air-conditioning units, while on the other side there was only one person, chasing after them.

The two gangs were going back and forth, their guns banging in their hands.

From time to time, bullets hit the outdoor unit of the air conditioner, causing sparks to fly.

"Judge."

Ethan fired several shots in front of him, flew behind the air conditioner and shouted loudly: "You can't escape, surrender."

"Fakeyu."

Now that his hearing has basically recovered, a sad and angry roar came from the front.

The inquisitor was so angry that he didn't even realize what was going on, why he suddenly changed from a high-ranking controller to a fugitive running in embarrassment.

But it's not like he hasn't experienced this kind of thing before.

Even though he was in an extremely difficult situation, his steps were not too panicky.

"boom."

Ethan suddenly ducked out and fired another shot in front.

The man in the black suit dragging the suitcase was shot in the head and fell heavily to the ground. Seeing this, the others quickly pulled their guns and the bullets came violently.

At this time, Ethan had already rushed to the other side.

He doesn't have to carry big or small bags like these people, so he moves extremely quickly.

Although there was only one person, he suppressed several people on the opposite side firmly. In two or three moves, he rushed to the side of a black suit who fell on the ground. With a gentle press of his palm, a suitcase on the ground disappeared in an instant.

Get rich, get rich!

At this time, Ethan's breath was so hot that he seemed to be breathing out flames.

These people still have a few of these twenty-eight-inch suitcases. They are like a giant dragon with a greedy look in their eyes.

The Inquisitor soon realized that these things in his hands were hindering his ability to escape.

Compared with my own life, these things are not worth mentioning.

As long as you return to Colombia, these are just small amounts of money, you can just make them again if you throw them away.

"Throw away the box and the things." He fired a few shots at the back, then rushed forward without looking back, roaring at the three people guarding the front: "Fake, get out of the way."

After hearing his words, several of his men quickly discarded the heavy objects.

The speed of the group suddenly became much faster.

They were like wild beasts breaking free from restraints, and their counterattack became more violent.

Ethan was forced to turn around quickly and hide to the side.

He was running really happily, but he forgot where he was now, stepped on the air, and fell sideways on the parapet.

Ethan looked at the small police car underneath and swallowed.

If it fell, any self-healing ability would be useless. After calming down, he panted again and looked to the side and front, his pupils contracting for a while.

Oh my goodness, a high-altitude cableway is trembling slightly.

Two suitcases were hung on it and were sliding quickly to the opposite side. A few dozen meters away was a five-story unfinished building.

It was dark on the opposite side, and one could barely see the moving figures.

The next moment, another figure flashed across the high-altitude ropeway. The person on top followed the swing of the rope, and his cold eyes collided with Ethan's.

The inquisitor raised his pistol and pointed it at Ethan, who was standing next to the parapet.

Depend on.

Ethan also cursed angrily and quickly raised his gun.

"Bang bang bang."

The two men's guns were spitting fire at each other, but the distance was too far, and the Inquisitor was shaking and moving quickly, so their shooting accuracy was very worrying.

The air conditioner beside Ethan buzzed. He calmed down, aimed at the inquisitor's abdomen, and suddenly pulled the trigger.

"ah!!!"

A shrill scream resounded through the night sky of the city.

The Inquisitor's gun fell from the sky, he covered his crotch with both hands, and drops of blood flew in the wind.

"I am going to kill you."

The screams of grief and anger echoed among the buildings: "I will definitely kill you."

"Tu tu tu tu."

Ethan didn't say anything and responded directly to him with gunshots.

Unfortunately, all this was in vain.

The frantic figure of the judge quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"ah!"

Suddenly there was another scream from the front, the sound fell quickly from a high place, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Fake, don't panic."

A horrified cry sounded from the front: "Let me come first, you go and guard."

"Fakeyu, why didn't you guard it?" Another violent roar also sounded.

Facing a life and death crisis, internal strife broke out in the front.

With red eyes, Ethan strode out from behind the air conditioner, fired both guns at the same time, and bullets flew forward.

The remaining people also began to fight back.

But at this time, their spirits were all confused, and they fought without any structure, and were quickly defeated by Ethan.

From a distance of about twenty meters, he rushed over within a few seconds.

"I surrender!"

A mohawk dropped his submachine gun and raised his hands in the air.

"boom."

A bullet hit him hard on the head, taking him back, over the parapet, and downstairs heavily.

There is no surrender at this time and no surrender is allowed.

A few seconds later, Ethan let go of his hands, and two submachine guns with empty magazines fell to the ground among the corpses on the ground.

"Buzz!"

A horrifying buzzing sound sounded, and the cable suspended in the sky was disconnected from the opposite side and fell down feebly.

Ethan walked forward quickly and looked across.

He suddenly thought of something and squatted down quickly.

"Puff puff."

The parapet outside exploded into pieces of cement, and countless bullets spanned a distance of tens of meters and struck with hatred.

The movement didn't disappear until a few seconds later.

Ethan didn't dare to stand up. Although he couldn't see the other side clearly, and the other side couldn't see clearly this side, there was no need to take the risk of stray bullets.

He gritted his teeth and looked to the side.

A machine like a transmitter was placed in the corner.

It was this thing that successfully sent the judge away.