My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Tavern at night.

The atmosphere is cozy and the wine is strong.

It was at this time when people were resting and relaxing after get off work that bursts of gunfire suddenly rang out.

Before the gunman could even shoot, his face exploded.

Ethan pulled the trigger three times in a row, and all the bullets fell on the gunman's head. It was not until the gunfire stopped that a wisp of smoke came out of the muzzle.

The gunman fell to the ground, but he was sitting peacefully on the high stool.

The female bartender rolled her eyes and realized that Ethan actually had the heart to pick up the bourbon on the bar and drink it all in one gulp.

"Shet!"

"Gun, gun."

The drunkards who realized what was going on screamed in horror.

The drunkenness on his head was instantly cooled down.

Everyone in the tavern subconsciously looked for a hiding place and hid under the table. Some smart people even lay down on the ground.

"Clang."

The empty cup was thrown onto the table.

"Chicago police."

Ethan got off the high stool and shouted sternly: "Everyone, please don't move until the danger is relieved."

Erin and Horsted quickly took out their pistols and walked carefully towards the gunman who fell on the ground, with the black muzzles pointing firmly at that man.

Although I believe in Ethan's marksmanship, this is a necessary process.

"Squeak~"

Outside, on the roadside.

The wheels of a black SUV were turning rapidly, raising a puff of white smoke on the ground. The person in the driver's seat was looking towards the door of the tavern in horror.

"There are still people."

Erin yelled, leaping over the body and rushing out of the tavern.

At the same time as she shouted, the car suddenly sprang forward and drove quickly forward.

"Bang bang bang~"

Erin spread her legs to catch up, the Glock in her hand spurting out tongues of fire.

Unfortunately, while running and shooting at the same time, his aim was shattered. After smashing the glass of the vehicle, the vehicle sped away crookedly.

Stopping, she gasped for air.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and his fingers trembled slightly.

A prepared battle and an unconscious attack are completely different things. The latter is enough to make everyone's adrenaline hormones secrete crazily.

"Police number 99527."

Ethan kicked the Beretta M9 next to the shooter, grabbed his phone and looked at Horsted: "I forgot, where is this place?"

"Well."

Horsted swallowed and said quickly: "4292 South Emerald Avenue."

"Head office." Ethan said into his cell phone: "There was a crossfire at 4292 South Emerald Avenue. A gangster was shot and killed. The scene is under control and there are plainclothes detectives on the scene."

"SUV."

Erin held the Glock in both hands and walked back quickly: "Ford, black, a white man, the rear windshield was broken, and he was running away north."

"I suspect a hit, but can't confirm."

Be concise and concise. At this time, you only need to say the key information.

As she spoke, she looked around cautiously. No one knew whether there would be a second gunman. The one who escaped just now was obviously the one who responded.

Ethan nodded and quickly repeated what Erin said.

Now the surrounding patrol police need to come over to control the situation, ambulances need to be in place, and the escaping vehicle needs to be tracked by patrol cars from the liaison station.

"Is anyone hurt?"

Horsted came back to his senses and shouted into the tavern.

The people inside stood up one after another, shaking their heads in horror.

It didn't take long for support vehicles to arrive one after another.

The people from the intelligence team also rushed over quickly. As soon as Olinsky got out of the car, Ethan pulled him aside: "How did the thing I asked you to arrange last time go?"

"Is this done by someone who wants a reward?"

Olinsky saw Horsted taking notes on the side and reacted instantly: "Are you sure?"

"Okay." Ethan nodded:

"I asked him just now. He has no other personal grudges recently."

Needless to say, the gunman was obviously coming for Horsted. Unexpectedly, he was approached by the gunman just as he was discussing this matter.

"In the morning, the words were already released."

Olinsky tapped his watch, frowned and said, "We have received a reply. Several gang members have expressed their intention to take action. This is a fat job, and many people with life sentences are willing to do it."

"Don't worry, Oscar won't be able to see the sun the day after tomorrow."

"But you still have to be careful these days." Olinsky shrugged: "Maybe some people who are not well-informed will continue to take action."

"knew."

Ethan patted Olinsky on the shoulder, and the two walked to the side together.

"Thanks."

Horsted was accepting Rusek's transcript. He looked at Ethan and said repeatedly: "If you hadn't come here, I don't know what would have happened."

His T-shirt was stained with sweat.

This wave of attacks scared him quite a lot. He didn't really take it seriously at first, but now he found that it was really difficult to defend against hidden attacks.

"okay."

Ethan waved his hand and said helplessly: "Don't go to the places you usually go to these days, not even Molly."

"As long as you get off work, you can stay at my house."

On the other side, Rusek's eyes lit up when he heard Ethan's words, and he quickly put away the notebook.

"Yes, I understand." Horsted nodded.

"Ethan."

Rusek found an opportunity, walked over and asked in a low voice: "Wendy and I had a fight. Do you think you can let me stay for two days?"

Damn, this is the market.

Ethan said nothing, just raised his middle finger at him.

Seeing this, Rusek suddenly smiled.

Looking at the busy scene, Ethan crossed his arms and felt his temples beating.

Well, I need to have some entertainment in the evening.

News soon came from the patrol car that the escape car had disappeared and the scene had been processed. After a busy day, everything could only wait until tomorrow.

The others left one after another, and Horsted asked Eileen to escort his friend home.

Three people on the street, you look at me, I look at you.

Looking at the two temporary roommates, Ethan coughed dryly and said to Horsted: "Listen, work is work, life is life, privately, I don't like others to discuss my life."

"Don't worry, I understand." Horsted zipped up his mouth: "I'm not a loudmouth."

"No, you don't understand."

Ethan spread his hands and shook his head with a smile: "You are too serious and seem to have a sense of justice. I will have a party later. If you don't like it, you can stay in the room, okay?"

"Waterfa?"

On the surface, Horsted seemed to have calmed down. He asked in disbelief: "Is this the image I have in your hearts?"

"Is it that difficult to contact?"

"Party!" Rusek's eyes lit up and he nodded to Horsted: "Man, you really give people the feeling that you are very serious and serious about everything you do."

"No way."

Hosted was even more surprised than when he was shot just now: "Is this why you don't call me when you usually have fun?"

"Shet, I want you two to know how crazy I was when I was in school."

He punched Rusek and put his arm around his shoulders.

"Haha, I don't believe it."

Rusek felt that his body was still in a state of excitement and patted his back hard: "Don't worry, we will catch the person who escaped tomorrow."

"Let's go."

Ethan took out his cell phone and walked to the Cadillac.

A few seconds later, the three cars left one after another, leaving only a tavern surrounded by police tape.

On the ground, there was a pool of blood.

Pedestrians coming and going seemed not to be surprised.