My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Not long after he closed his eyes, Ethan jumped up from the mattress.

A bottle of whiskey and more than half a dozen beers.

No matter how strong my body is, my bladder can't hold it anymore and I start to protest strongly.

I strode to the bathroom, water rushing.

A minute later, he shook his head violently, then flushed the water, washed his hands, and returned to the room comfortably.

Lying back on the mattress, I just closed my eyes.

The next moment, his eyes quietly opened again. On the radar, dense light spots surrounded him from all directions.

How could there be so many people in the middle of the night?

He quickly grabbed the Glock that had been placed aside, turned over and sat up. He saw correctly, it was indeed approaching in his direction.

Moreover, it is already close to the front and back doors of the house.

Suddenly, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back. Before he had time to think about it, he rushed out of the room and lifted the Glock up. Two shots hit the stairs with a bang.

The two gunshots were deafening in the quiet night.

Go down and call people one by one, and maybe they will barge in. This method is simple, crude, and direct.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the light spots outside suddenly stopped.

Several people in the building moved quickly.

Squeak.

The door next to him opened quietly.

Catherine appeared at the door holding a Colt M1911 in both hands, with her arms folded across her chest. It was very spectacular.

"what's the situation?"

Seeing Ethan standing outside with a Glock in his hand and only wearing a pair of underwear, and her nose could still smell gun smoke, she frowned: "What happened?"

Before Ethan could answer, there were two loud bangs.

The front and back doors were broken open at the same time, and nearly ten points of light poured into the house.

Under the stairs, there are figures.

People on the third floor can hear chaotic footsteps. There is no need to explain anything, the situation is already very obvious.

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan stood sideways, facing the gap in the stairwell, and pulled the trigger frantically.

The light of the gunfire flashed into a ball in the dim staircase.

Within seconds, the magazine was completely emptied.

Screams rang out one after another. Even if they fired randomly, there was a crowd of people crowded at the stairs, and a few unlucky ones would always be hit.

After being shot, the light spots quickly dispersed.

High, high, high.

The unique sound of the AK sounded, and bullets flew upward.

The gunfire was several times more powerful than him.

Sparks flew up from the handrail of the stairs, causing the cement on the ceiling to peel off.

Ethan quickly turned around to hide, and the gunshots in the stairwell were deafening.

His attack bought some time for others. Several people on the second floor poked their heads and looked upstairs nervously.

Pointing to the downstairs, Ethan quickly returned to the room.

Catherine pulled the trigger several times, took a few steps back and saw him getting dressed, and asked with a look of disbelief on his face: "Are you serious?"

After being attacked, this guy's first reaction was to go back and get dressed.

"It's been exposed here."

Ethan threw his backpack behind him and put on the spare magazine: "You don't want to stay here anymore, do you?"

There was fierce gunfire downstairs, and Phillips and the others began to fire back with their guns.

There were more than a dozen light spots outside the house, and those who rushed into the house were only a small number of people, and they were all heavily armed.

There may be more outside the detection range.

It's hard to say these things, but the safe house has been exposed. This is an ironclad fact.

Catherine also reacted and quickly returned to the room.

In about ten seconds, she changed into clothes, carried a small backpack, and went out to perform tasks. Everyone was very simple and did not carry large or small bags.

"You wait, I'll get some equipment."

Listening to the yelling downstairs, Ethan grabbed her backpack.

"Why don't we just kill him?"

Catherine asked murderously as she held Colt up.

There are at least twenty people who can be scanned, and I don't know how many more people are outside the detection range.

In this situation, rushing out would mean death.

"You stay here."

Ethan stopped her without comment, pressed against the wall, and quickly moved downstairs.

The figure flashed, and a man holding an AK appeared in the field of vision. The Glock in his hand burst into flames, and several shots knocked him to the ground.

Regardless of whether there are people or not, it is still a shooting.

When the magazine was empty, he also came to the corridor on the second floor.

The people here were also hurriedly packing their things. They soon knew that they could no longer stay in this safe house.

"There are a lot of people out there."

Matt stooped back from the balcony and said sternly: "Everyone escape separately and go to other safe houses. We will call you to inform you of what happens next."

"Phillips."

He looked at his old buddy and said in a deep voice: "Follow me."

"Ethan."

Matt looked at the person who rushed to the ammunition box: "You don't know the location of the safe house, so we can only separate, you and Catherine together."

"clear."

Ethan raised his hand and made an OK gesture.

Beside the corridor, Alan and Jonathan suppressed the enemy's offensive, while Catherine upstairs fired two shots from time to time.

Grab two AR15s and hold a few magazines.

While they were not paying attention, their fingers flicked on the grenades quickly. Time was urgent. These things must not be taken away. There were dozens of them densely packed. Take as many as you can.

While taking it, I also stuffed it into my body.

In an instant, a dozen grenades disappeared into the box.

"boom."

The sound of shattering glass was heard, and several black objects flew inside.

With alarm bells ringing in his heart, Ethan ejected and started.

In a flash of lightning, he opened his arms, hugged Phillips and Matt, and led them to the side, knocking the sofa over with the three of them.

"Bang bang bang."

The grenade went off and there was an explosion.

My head buzzed, as if it had been stirred by a blender, making me dizzy.

Fortunately, the sofa helped block it, otherwise, this wave of explosions would have wiped out both of them.

Matt breathed rapidly and looked at Ethan gratefully.

Fortunately, Phillips brought him here this time, otherwise, he would have capsized in the gutter.

"How are you?"

Jonathan's anxious voice was accompanied by increasingly fierce gunshots.

The people downstairs wanted to take this opportunity to rush up, but were blocked by the crossfire of the three of them.

"fine."

Matt coughed a few times and said loudly.

In the living room, a circle of smoke and dust exploded, choking them and making it difficult to breathe.

After scratching his ears, Ethan patted Matt and Phillips on the shoulders: "Go quickly, we can't stay here any longer, there might be some heavy firepower."

This is Medellin, and most of the people who come to our door are people from the Inquisition.

Since he has been found, there is no point in thinking about how he was exposed. Let's escape the danger first.

If you stay here, you will be like a turtle in a urn.

Run first, and then find a way to regain the spot. This is the correct solution.

After the two people reacted, Ethan quickly stood up and picked up the guns and ammunition that had just fallen to the ground. At the same time, several grenades flew out.

Reciprocity is the way to be a human being.

As explosions and screams rang out, he picked up his weapon and ran quickly toward the corridor. (End of chapter)