My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Seeing the waiter's serious apology, Ethan didn't bother to pursue it.

"fine."

He shook his shirt, waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, be careful."

"OK, thanks."

Although the other party spoke Spanish, we could still communicate with him with a few simple words. The waiter thanked him profusely, grabbed the tray and walked quickly to the side.

"We need to hurry up."

Catherine glanced at her watch, leaned into Ethan's ear, and shouted loudly: "Several of Chapo's people are dead, but I'm not sure if anyone else will contact Carlos. We need to be fast."

"Ok, I know."

Ethan nodded, but his eyes followed the waiter just now.

Putting the tray away, the waiter walked quickly to the side and came to the employee aisle.

The big shot above said that no matter whether it was targeted at him or not, as long as there was any abnormality, if he reported it to him, he would be rewarded with varying amounts of money.

I was beaten to the punch by a colleague and made hundreds of dollars.

This time, it was finally my turn.

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up and his fingers reaching for the phone receiver on the wall trembled slightly.

Just as he was about to press the number, his head knocked forward uncontrollably.

"Bang."

The landline phone hanging on the wall was smashed to pieces.

Keyboards and plastic blocks were shattered on the floor, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down the wall.

Compared with the phone, the skull is obviously harder.

"Who do you want to notify?"

Ethan held down the waiter's head and said in a cold tone: "It's such a big aisle, but you bump into me, do you think I'm a fool?"

The waiter was in pain and gibbering in a daze.

"I don't understand Spanish."

There was no one around, so Ethan whipped out his Glock and pressed the gun against the waiter's chin: "Where is Carlos?"

The pronunciation of the names is roughly the same.

Hearing the word Carlos, the waiter trembled all over.

Well, he definitely knows something.

Catherine pulled out the m1911 and pressed it hard against the waiter's temple.

"Click."

The hammer cocked downwards. He had no time to waste now.

It's not that noisy here, but you can still hear the music clearly, but the subtle sound of the hammer hitting the waiter's ears like a bell.

The two pistols moved up and down, making his bladder sore and his crotch quickly becoming wet.

After a while of jabbering words, Ethan looked at Catherine.

"Second floor, box on the far right."

Catherine acted as an interpreter at the right time and spoke out the waiter's words. She also asked some questions. Back and forth, the two communicated quickly.

"He didn't know exactly how many people were there."

Catherine looked at Ethan and said quickly: "I only know that there are no less than five people and they are not willing to take us up. Then death will be an easier thing for him."

"Okay, let's go."

Ethan put down the Glock and put the gun back on his hip.

After letting go of his hand, the waiter instantly collapsed to the ground, looking at the two of them in horror.

"Do I need to knock him out?"

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Catherine asked.

"No."

Looking at the man who had fainted on the ground, Ethan's lips turned up: "This is a smart man, he will make the right choice."

It wasn't until the footsteps faded away that the waiter quietly opened his eyes.

There was no one around. He quickly got up, covered his forehead and staggered to the back door. This time he was really staggering, not pretending. He planned to run home and avoid the limelight first.

"Sorry, it's only for VIPs."

When the two came to the stairs leading to the second floor, they were stopped by two strong men in black T-shirts.

Catherine repeated her old trick and showed her police badge.

"Excuse me."

One of them in a black T-shirt glanced at the police badge and said expressionlessly: "Please show your VIP card, which is for VIPs only."

You can open a big nightclub in a place like this. The boss is also a person with background and power.

When the black T-shirt looked at Catherine, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes. The police badge was useful at the outside door and could get in without a ticket, but here it was just a piece of broken tin, no big deal.

A smile appeared on Ethan's lips and he clenched his fists.

"Bang."

A heavy punch flew up like a meteor and hit the chin of the black T-shirt hard.

The force pushed him to the side.

With a rumble and no sound, the black T-shirt fell asleep sweetly.

Turning around, he was about to attack the second person.

It splits the throat, explodes the liver, and teases the vagina.

Catherine's skills were clean and neat. After a set of combos, another black T-shirt clamped her legs, and she huddled on the ground.

Good guy, this bitch is really ruthless.

She raised her knife and was about to attack the second person when she found that he had already fallen down and passed out.

The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling a sense of sympathy for each other.

Before attracting anyone's attention, they ran upstairs quickly. Even though there were no cameras here, they also disguised themselves and quickly put on the soft plastic masks in their pockets.

"I don't believe you are a consultant to the Department of Defense."

Catherine put her hands behind her waist, pulled out two Colt M1911s, and looked at Ethan sideways: "Are you from the FBI or the ICP?"

"neither."

Ethan spoke concisely and threw his backpack in front of him.

He got the MP5 submachine gun in his hand and was about to change the magazine when Catherine reminded him that he had already changed it on the motorcycle.

The two of them walked quickly and quickly reached the second floor.

The basic tactical movements are universal. With the command of the hand, the two separate left and right and quickly walk along the wall to the right.

There was an inexplicable rebound when I stepped on the wooden floor.

"Bump bump bump!"

A waitress in the curved corridor saw the sudden appearance of two men with guns. She was so frightened that she quickly raised her hands. The tray fell and the wine bottle fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

The strong smell of alcohol instantly spread in the corridor.

At the same time, about ten meters away from them, a door in the corner opened, and loud music poured out.

There was a shout, and Ethan could only understand the word "tequila".

Seeing that the people inside were about to walk out, he rushed forward like a ghost. Under Catherine's surprised gaze, his body heaved several times and he quickly approached the box.

The man who wanted to order a drink strode out of the door.

Before his steps could stop, the next moment, he flew back, knocking over the two naked women behind him.

This movement startled the people in the private room.

Their first reaction was to reach for the firearms placed next to them. Ethan's figure appeared at the door of the box. His eyes passed through a large group of people and collided with the eyes of a bearded man near the guardrail outside. .

Carlos!

"Bang bang bang."

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and fired.

The man who was knocked to the ground had his head exploded with blood mist.

The two women beneath him had their faces spattered with blood.

The three people on the sofa were hit by half a dozen bullets. Their bodies were shaking crazily. The flying blood stained the large amounts of flour on the table bright red.

"Get down!"

Ethan continued to move the muzzle and yelled

In the middle of the box, there were seven or eight naked women with pale faces. They were obviously frightened by the sudden killing, and they all froze in place.

"Bah bang bang."

A series of gunfire rang out.

Approaching the inside, three people, including Carlos, raised their guns and shot at the door.

Gunfire kept flashing.

The bullets pierced the bodies of those women and exploded into clouds of blood mist before continuing to fly toward the door.

The bodies of those women were shaking with the sound of gunshots.

Their expressions were desperate, their eyes lifeless.

Ethan's breathing was hot and his eyes widened in anger.

His body quickly rushed forward and rolled on the ground, avoiding the bullets flying towards him with blood.

The submachine gun in his hand was spitting out gunfire.

The two gunmen who were standing there were hit by bullets crackling on their bodies. They roared one after another and continued to pull the trigger unconsciously until they lost their breath.

"clatter."

The magazine is depleted.

Glock quickly pulled out and hit Carlos' position.

"Puff puff."

The bullet landed on the cement guardrail, splashing debris, and the three bullet holes almost overlapped.

Carlos saw that the situation was not good and ran away immediately.

He held on to the guardrail and jumped downstairs to avoid this wave of attacks.

"Bang."

With a body weighing more than 160 kilograms, he jumped from the second floor of a height of more than four meters and knocked over a table, causing a loud noise.

The gunshot just now was not obvious in the noisy electronic music.

A large living person jumped down from above, finally attracting the attention of everyone present. The surrounding crowd exclaimed, and the music quickly stopped.

The crowd fled in terror, leaving a large open space.

"asshole."

Carlos roared angrily like a wounded beast.

I feel dizzy and my feet are in sharp pain.

This inexplicable gunman was still upstairs, and his instinct to escape cheered him up. He used his hands and feet to push away the bottles and cups scattered on the ground, struggling to get up and escape.

"hiss!"

The people at the scene collectively sucked in the cold air.

In the box upstairs, a man wearing a mask appeared, holding a gun in his hand and pointing downwards.

Seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, many people closed their eyes.

At this time, the man put down his gun.

Ethan turned around and looked at the group of women on the ground. Some of them had expired, and some were still twitching. The floor of the entire private room was stained red with blood, and the smell of blood was soaring into the sky.

He gritted his teeth and picked up the table knife on the fruit plate next to him.

Downstairs, Karas struggled to get up.

Ethan's mouth twitched, he held the guardrail with one hand, turned his body, and jumped down.

"Bang."

With a muffled sound, his feet landed firmly on the ground.

Under the eyes of all the drinkers, he held the knife in his hand and stood up slowly.

"Who are you?"

"Who sent you here?"

Carlos heard the noise and turned around hurriedly.

Seeing the murderous look in the other person's eyes, Carlos put his elbows on the ground and dragged his painful leg back away, regardless of the fact that his body was covered in alcohol, dust and glass fragments.

"I have money."

The veins on his forehead popped up, and he roared loudly: "I can give you whatever money you want."

"one million?"

"Ten million!!!"

Ethan tilted his head and watched him crawl towards the pistol that fell aside.

The bar that was so noisy just now is now filled with Carlos's voice begging for mercy. The trapped beast is looking for a last chance to fight.

"bump."

Ethan gently waved his foot and kicked away the red wine bottle next to him.

The bottle swirled and slid sideways.

When it hit the leg of the chair, it shattered with a bang, and the wine slowly flowed out.

The moment the sound rang out, Ethan rushed forward with a murderous aura and pushed Carlos down, his knife flashing with light.

"boom!"

The crowd of onlookers let out a low cry and collectively took a step back.

"Swish, swish, swish."

Under the red neon lights, the sword's light looked particularly coquettish.

"Hey."

The sounds of vomiting came one after another.

"Ding."

The table knife was discarded and danced on the ground.

Ethan panted slightly. He stood up and looked upstairs. Catherine was holding a pistol, guarding him against any accidents.

The two nodded to each other, and Catherine turned around and disappeared at the guardrail.

Ethan tugged on his gloves, stepped over Carlos's tattered body, and walked towards the stairs. Wherever he went, the frightened crowd dispersed like the ebbing sea water.

Even the security personnel in the bar did not dare to make any move.

Gathering together with Catherine, the two quickly left the bar without anyone stopping them, and without anyone thinking of calling the police.

It wasn't until the demon's back disappeared that the crowd in the bar dispersed.

Once out of the bar, Ethan quickly took off his shirt.

The two of them walked into the alley together. When they came to a dark place, they took off their T-shirts and put them on again to make the blood stains on their bodies less obvious.

Speechless all the way, we quickly returned to the parking place.

Get on your motorcycle, draw a half circle on the ground, and leave Lleras Park in a hurry.

Ethan turned the accelerator hard, and after more than ten minutes of the motorcycle roaring through the streets of Medellin, the excitement finally subsided.

"Just leave the car here."

There was still a minute away from the safe house, and Catherine patted his shoulder and motioned for Ethan to stop.

"It won't take long." She swung her long legs and got out of the car, arranging her messy hair: "The rats in this city will clean up the motorcycle and dismantle it into parts."

Ethan followed suit, turned off the key and walked with her to the safe house.

"I underestimated you."

Catherine looked at Ethan: "Now it seems that you are not just good at shooting."

Given the situation in the house just now, she would never have been able to clean up a bunch of vicious lone criminals in just a few seconds. The sudden burst of fighting power was a bit scary.

As for the subsequent killing of Carlos, it was not a big deal for Catherine, who had been exposed to the dark side for many years.

At best, it looks a little cruel.

"Thanks."

Ethan smiled slightly: "You are not simple either."

When we first met, I thought she was just a pretty girl, and her performance tonight also refreshed my understanding of her.

Now it seems that anyone who can be summoned by Matt cannot be underestimated.

In the streets of the slums that others thought were eerie, the two of them regarded them as a smooth road, walking with ease and ease, even making a few jokes from time to time.