My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The sky quickly turned dark. After eating the dinner that Sandro had packed back, everyone took a rest and went out one after another.

At Catherine's suggestion, Ethan and she dressed together.

They all wear a relatively casual look, wearing sneakers, large pants, and a floral shirt outside of a vest.

The main purpose is to look like a foreign backpacker.

Plain and unremarkable.

Moreover, the other party even helped Ethan disguise himself by sticking a goatee on his mouth. If he wasn't someone he knew, he wouldn't be able to recognize him at all.

Catherine herself didn't know what means she used.

The skin color on the entire face turned into a wheat color, and with a simple application between the eyebrows, the appearance became much more ordinary.

These few small tricks allowed him to see the extraordinary power of the CIA.

It is best not to be an enemy of this kind of organization.

Everything was ready, the Glock was inserted into the back of the waist, the MP5 was thrown into a small backpack, and the two of them walked downstairs together.

This time, they are going to attack two people.

One is called Chaozi, who likes to go to bathing places. According to the intelligence, he will go out with three of his men almost every night after eight o'clock.

The other one is named Carlos.

He is a frequent visitor to the bar and usually hangs out in Lleras Park at night.

The two people's places were not far apart, so under Matt's arrangement, they left it to Ethan and Catherine to solve the problem.

They were the last to exit the safe house, and both vehicles were stationary behind the house.

I thought I was driving into one of the cars.

But under the leadership of Catherine, the two of them walked down the ramp and found a 70% to 80% new motorcycle in a small parking lot.

"Are you serious?"

Looking at the black motorcycle, Ethan couldn't laugh or cry.

It feels too low-end.

"Uh-huh."

Catherine did not answer his question, but threw the key to Ethan: "You come and drive. In this city, it is best not to have men sitting on the back seat of a motorcycle. That will cause trouble."

Pablo once formed a large number of motorcycle killers.

One person was driving and the other was shooting, causing many bloody killings on the streets of Medellin.

To this day, many cities in Colombia prohibit men from riding on the back of motorcycles for this reason.

Medellin is full of narrow, tightly packed streets.

After firing the gun, he plunged into the alley and there was no way to track him. This is an effective method that has been practiced with many lives, and the CIA will certainly not miss it.

Ethan shrugged and stepped onto the motorcycle.

"boom."

The engine vibrated, a beam of light pierced the dark alley, and the vehicle plunged into the Medellin night.

The roads are unknown and the traffic conditions are unfamiliar.

Going down the hillside, brake with one hand and accelerator with the other.

During the collision, the female agent gritted her teeth and said, "Can you drive?"

A few touches, but it's nothing.

People who are walking on the line between life and death have nothing to be shy about this kind of thing. Ethan is a handsome man, so Catherine will not mind it.

The main reason was that it flickered and made her uncomfortable.

"It will be open."

Ethan chuckled, suddenly turned the accelerator, and the motorcycle sped out like an arrow from the string.

"You have a nice figure."

As Catherine's body swayed, she quickly hugged Ethan's waist. When her fingers touched the bulging abdominal muscles, she couldn't help but rub it twice.

Good guy, I wanted to wipe out some oil.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the other way around, and Ethan smiled hoarsely.

Medellin at night is much more lively than when we came during the day. Every street we passed was filled with Bodhisattvas who saved people from suffering. They all had strong thighs and generous buttocks.

He finally saw that this was the aesthetic here.

After circling a street several times, the motorcycle stopped at the corner.

Ethan touched his goatee and lit a cigarette. Everything he did was just like the people around him.

Medellin is destined to be restless tonight.

Others are probably arriving at the starting point one after another, ready to add a bit of excitement to this charming night.

The female agent behind him put her elbow on his shoulder.

Her bright eyes looked around, seemingly admiring the night scene, but in fact, her attention was on a small building not far away.

Red neon lights, universal.

People who come over to play always smile knowingly when they meet.

Regardless of class or size

The people who come out of it always look like a sage who looks down upon life.

"Notice."

Catherine patted Ethan on the shoulder: "The target appears."

In the distance, a BMW was approaching.

Through the windshield, you can see the person sitting in the back seat. He has thick black hair and big eyes. He is undoubtedly a short man.

The people in the car also exuded a vigorous aura.

When he came out to have some fun and brought a few of his subordinates with him, Chapo couldn't be more cautious. Unfortunately, being targeted by the CIA and FBI meant that all his efforts were in vain.

"You come?"

Ethan flicked the cigarette butt into the sewer: "Or should I do it?"

"I come."

Catherine's clear voice sounded. She pulled away the backpack Ethan was carrying and put her palm on the handle of the gun: "Just drive, leave the rest to me."

Being able to enter this kind of department requires extremely strong self-confidence.

"good."

Seeing the BMW stop, Ethan nodded.

From police chief to agent killer, this identity change is quite interesting.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, he took a deep breath, turned the accelerator hard, and the motorcycle roared immediately.

The wheels turned quickly and rushed forward.

Just as the vehicle started, Catherine held the hand of the MP5 gun handle and pulled it out.

Holding the motorcycle tightly with both legs, he picked up the MP5 submachine gun with both hands and pointed the dark barrel at Chaizi and the others.

Although she was carrying a Colt M1911.

But at this time, the submachine gun was naturally more useful, so she took it out without ceremony.

The dwarf walked up the steps with three of his men.

He scratched his crotch, his nostrils opened slightly in excitement, and his breathing became hot. The big millstone last night had to be done again.

"Boom!"

The rapid sound of a motorcycle sounded.

This sound made him feel something was wrong, and he quickly turned around and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A man and a woman, two people.

They looked at him with cold eyes and rushed over quickly, driven by motorcycles.

In the woman's hand, she held a submachine gun.

"Attack."

The short man's tailbone felt sore, he shouted in horror, and quickly touched the back of his waist.

"Tu tu tu tu."

A series of gunfire flashed from the muzzle of the submachine gun.

Blood mist exploded on the dwarf's body. Catherine moved the muzzle of the gun and continued to fire. The warheads sprayed out quickly, including all four people on the steps within her attack range.

Crazy gunshots suddenly sounded.

Passers-by nearby were stunned for a moment and then ran away in all directions.

Catherine pressed the butt of the gun tightly against her shoulder, firmly controlling the weak recoil of the MP5, and the explosion of fireworks could not make her eyelashes blink even a moment.

Her fingers moved quickly.

In just a few seconds, all the bullets in the magazine were emptied.

Several people on the steps rolled down one after another.

The red liquid spread quickly on it, making it very dazzling.

Ethan squinted and turned the accelerator sharply.

There was no need to reload the gun. Catherine's shooting skills were very good. None of these people could escape from her gun.

The motorcycle roared and puffed out a puff of smoke.

Before passers-by could react, they quickly fled the scene.

In less than ten seconds, everything settled.

Feeling Catherine stuffing the MP5 submachine gun into her backpack, Ethan sped up a little more, feeling the night wind blowing over him and feeling refreshed all over his body.

It's so exciting to do this kind of work.

"You're a good shot."

He looked in the rearview mirror, took off the accelerator and gave a thumbs up.

"Thanks."

Catherine was unfazed, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Having received professional training, she attacked these lone criminals unexpectedly. This result was no surprise.

Escape with one hit!

With the speed of response of the Medellín police, they could not even smell the motorcycle exhaust smoke.

The two of them still didn't stop. Under Catherine's guidance, the motorcycle quickly arrived near Lleras Park. The vehicle stopped and was locked. They walked forward relaxedly and comfortably as if nothing had happened.

On the roadside, there are all restaurants and bars, large and small.

Above the road, rows of small light bulbs are hung.

Coupled with the lighting arrangements of bars and restaurants, the long street is emitting neon light.

It looks feasting and colorful.

Tourists from all over the world and local citizens like to come here to relax.

To describe it as a crowded place is not an exaggeration.

"Dong, wipe."

Street performers wearing hats beat their instruments rhythmically and chant joyfully to paying customers.

And those tourists also followed the sound of music and started twisting directly on the street.

"How about we find a place to have a drink later?"

Feeling this atmosphere and environment, Ethan felt much more relaxed. He put his hands in his pockets and said casually: "Try the wine here, it seems to taste good."

"You think girls are good, right?"

Catherine saw through his little thoughts at a glance and exposed them without politeness.

Colombian girls are always dressed very coolly. When they come to a place like this to relax and enjoy nightlife, they can no longer be described as generous. They are simply generous and have a spirit of sharing.

Above short skirts, girls wearing only a tube top can be seen everywhere.

The girl walking in front of Ethan twisted her hips hard, and the green clothes on her body looked like a bellyband.

The entire back is tied with only two or three straps.

Ethan suspected that he could remove all the coverings from her body with just a gentle tug.

"That's right."

He looked away and said with a smile: "It's indeed good. This can't be denied."

"Let's talk about it when we have a chance."

Catherine spread her hands and shrugged.

Walking forward, we came to an extremely lively bar.

Dozens of tables outside were filled with people. What was interesting was that there were only glasses of wine on the tables of these people, without any food at all.

Just drinking and talking.

The two of them stopped like ordinary tourists.

They looked at the bar. The overall decoration style was black, with red neon lights flashing inside. It looked like a magic cave.

There was a long queue between the seats on both sides.

The popularity of this bar is very good, and the people in line are all dressed in smart clothes.

"Can we go in?"

Ethan tightened the small backpack on his shoulders and frowned.

At the door of the bar, there are several black T-shirts.

Collect money and search people.

The things he and Catherine had on them could not withstand a search.

If she wasn't there, he could borrow the space to bring the gun in easily, but it wasn't very convenient now.

"piece of cake."

Catherine took out a badge from her pocket and waved it at Ethan: "We are the Medellin police now, there is no search."

Looking at the badge in her hand, Ethan smiled and shook his head.

He also expressed his admiration for the intelligence bureau's endless tricks. He had no doubt whether the badge was real or fake. It was difficult to find fake ones on people like them.

The two of them crossed the queue and walked inside.

Arriving at the door, Catherine flashed her badge.

Not to mention searching, they didn't even ask for their tickets, and the two of them walked into the bar in a big way.

The second target is Cross.

In recent months, he has been hanging out in this bar at night. The information about Carlos is not that detailed. It is not clear how many people are with him, including him.

There is only a photo and address, and no other information.

The next step is to be more vigilant.

After passing through the soundproof door, we came to the bar. In fact, this place is more appropriately called a nightclub. The beauties in bikinis played passionately on the DJ stage. The music was so loud that you couldn't even hear the words clearly.

Neon lights flash crazily to the music.

On the dance floor in the middle, passionate South Americans are showing off their charm to the fullest.

Next to it, there is a circle of booths and small round tables of various sizes.

On the second floor, private rooms are open, close to the dance floor. People inside can enjoy the atmosphere while feeling aloof.

Many handsome men and beautiful women were twisting their bodies to the music.

Alcohol, hard singing, and hot dancing.

The passionate night in Medellin is in full swing.

The two of them didn't find any place to sit down, and looked around quickly. They scanned the first floor and found no target.

Sandro had already confirmed it before setting off.

Cross has indeed arrived here, so the target is on the second floor.

The two looked at each other and looked upstairs.

However, due to the angle of vision, only the people close to the guardrail can be seen, and the inside cannot be clearly seen.

Just as the two of them were looking around, this strange behavior attracted the attention of someone who was interested. It was too abnormal to walk into a bar without drinking or dancing, but just looking around.

A waiter in black clothes passed by holding a tray.

He staggered and dropped a glass of beer on the tray.

"boom."

The wine glass was on the ground, shattered.

Some wine was poured onto Ethan's back, and something angular and dark appeared quietly on his clothes.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

The waiter apologized profusely, nodded and bowed to Ethan.