My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After being stunned for a while, Ethan quickly stood up from a squat.

Huge suitcases are neatly placed next to the transmitter. At a rough count, there are more than a dozen.

Next to the suitcase, there are many luggage bags, stacked on top of each other.

He swallowed and his eyes glowed green. Although he couldn't kill the judge for the time being, it would be good to collect some interest first.

These little cuties are earned through hard work.

You should take it, you really should take it.

His body shot forward and he quickly reached for the suitcase.

one.

two.

The gray-black suitcase quickly disappeared into thin air.

When he touched the seventh one, Ethan stopped moving his hand and his excited expression became stiff.

Tried twice more, still not working.

He was about to clear out the guns and debris in the space, but after thinking about it, he decided to give up and forcefully suppressed his thoughts.

That's almost enough. Greed can't be too strong.

Even if you install two or three more for him, you still can't take away all the money here.

This income is generous enough.

Including the one just now, I packed seven suitcases in. This time, I can at least triple my net worth. If they are not all in small bills of one or five yuan, just use the simple conversion of volume, less It is said that there are more than 30 million.

Thinking of this, Ethan was so happy that he flipped over a suitcase and sat on it happily.

As for the Inquisitor, there will always be opportunities in the future.

Maybe, the shot just now could send him away directly.

A minute later, Jill rushed to the rooftop with an AR15 and searched for traces of battle along the way.

The corpses on the road could no longer move her.

I have seen enough of these things tonight.

Step on the bullet casings and walk towards the end.

"careful."

Not far away, a little scarlet lights up.

Several corpses were scattered on the ground, and Ethan was sitting on the suitcase next to him, smoking a cigarette comfortably.

He waved his hand and motioned for Jill to squat down: "Be careful of bullets flying over."

"this thing."

Before she could ask, Ethan shook his head and pointed to the launcher next to him: "Although I hit a shot, unfortunately, the inquisitor used this thing to slide to a building not far away."

"There is no way to confirm whether he is dead or alive."

He took off his helmet and threw it aside, scratching his scalp: "If I were you, first remove the signal interference, and then notify Phillips and ask him to dispatch people to launch a city-wide manhunt."

After a period of mental construction, Ethan has controlled his excitement.

He opened his hands and shrugged:

"I'm sorry for letting him escape, but I did my best."

Needless to say, Ethan knew that Gil had tried his best. With one person's ability, it was not easy to achieve this step.

After getting rid of the last black suit just now, she touched it carefully. There were corpses everywhere along the way, and she didn't know how he was able to do this.

"You are hurt?"

Jill quickly stepped forward, held Ethan's arm and asked.

There was a gap five to six centimeters long on it, and blood was still slowly seeping out.

"It doesn't matter."

Ethan frowned and looked at the wound.

This was the mark left by the bullet. He was lucky. If he missed it just a little bit, it would hit the bone directly.

"Let's go restore the signal."

Gil quickly stepped back: "We need to arrange an ambulance for you."

"Let's go!" Seeing that he was motionless, Jill asked in confusion, "What are you still doing here?"

"bump."

Ethan overturned another suitcase, unzipped it, and lifted the lid.

"Shet."

Seeing the green banknotes stuffed inside, Jill gasped and looked at this touching scene.

There are at least a few million in it.

She looked to the side with a stiff neck. There were also seven or eight boxes standing there. Then she recalled that on the way here, there were two or three suitcases and travel bags discarded next to the air conditioner unit.

Swallowing hard, Jill became excited.

Although the Inquisitor could not be captured or killed, it was a great capture and a great achievement.

"When I came over, they had already shipped some over."

Ethan stamped out his cigarette butt and kicked his travel bag: "Even the flour here needs to be watched over by someone. You stay here and I'll go down and turn off the signal interference."

"You are hurt."

Jill shook her head quickly: "You can stay."

"Listen to me." Ethan waved his hand and said forcefully: "It's not safe down there yet. I don't want you to get hurt at the last moment. Of course, you need to watch these things. I don't want to cause trouble, do you understand?"

Although it is tens of millions less, Ethan believes that this will not cause trouble to Jill.

These things will then be transferred in full view of the public.

Besides, they didn't know there would be so many seizures here. People who knew the situation were either dead or on the run, and no one would care about this issue.

Even if the judge's people saw the news and called anonymously to report it.

But that would only be a joke. It is very easy to make tens of thousands of dollars disappear. To make seven suitcases mysteriously disappear, no one would believe it.

"I understand, please be careful."

Jill nodded and said with concern: "Wipe your chest and let the three letters FBI appear. You are too scary now."

"When I came up, I heard people downstairs breaking down the door."

"Don't cause misunderstanding by those special police officers with your appearance."

Ethan lowered his head and smiled.

After vigorously wiping away a layer of plasma, the words FBI finally emerged.

New York, three o'clock in the morning.

Outside the apartment building No. 18, it turned into a sea of ​​red and blue lights.

Patrol cars, ambulances, armored vehicles and Chevrolet Suburbans surrounded the place.

In the nearby blocks, all the gang members disappeared.

There are smart people who have fled New York directly.

One after another, corpses covered with white cloth were carried out from the middle of the iron plate with a huge hole.

On the street, a large area is spread out densely.

The thugs wearing various costumes were tied up in a string and escorted out by the heavily armed special police. The bomb disposal experts behind them were standing ready, waiting for the building to be cleared.

The busy staff cast their horrified eyes to a corner next to them from time to time.

This kind of thing has never been experienced by them.

In the corner, three ambulances were parked, and several people covered in blood gathered together.

"Thanks."

Phillips was lying on the gurney and said with a stern face: "Damn it, I thought a year had passed, but I didn't expect that I would survive."

"Don't take it to heart, we are old friends, aren't we?"

Ethan bumped his fist hard and said with a smile: "Just take good care of your injuries."

Phillips couldn't laugh at all now. Not only Zaki, but also the female agent who was left alone was brutally killed. Both of their heads were chopped off by those people who wanted to take them for rewards.

Although there were a large number of seizures, this kind of thing was a slap in the face to the FBI.