My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"bump."

The gunman fell from a height and landed heavily on the ground.

There were seven or eight more gaps in his neck, and liquid was spraying out from them. The liquid quickly dyed a large area of ​​the ground red. His body twitched a few times and lost all movement.

Katherine wiped the dagger back and forth on her cuff, then inserted it into the scabbard.

"Let's go."

Ethan stepped forward and patted her shoulder.

"Um."

Catherine inserted the dagger into her lower back and followed Ethan into the darkness.

A few minutes later, followed by the barking of a dog, hurried footsteps sounded in the dark alley.

"Huh~"

Catherine took a few deep breaths and stood firm against the wall with her knees on her knees: "Throw away the spear."

"It's so striking."

The two of them found a gap just now and came down from upstairs.

Regardless of the direction, he just spread his legs and ran along a small alley. Ethan expected to run at least seven to eight hundred meters. Including the distance he just moved on the roof of the building, he would definitely run out of the encirclement.

Looking at the light not far ahead, he nodded.

He wrapped his sleeves around his palms and quickly wiped it on the AR15 to wipe away any remaining fingerprints, and then threw it into the sewer nearby.

He took the assault rifle from Catherine's hand and repeated the same process.

The female agent rested for a few seconds and took off the bloody T-shirt without paying attention to Ethan's gaze, revealing her sexy upper body.

Lower abdomen, chest, collarbone and neck.

She quickly wiped away the sweat and blood stains on various parts with her T-shirt.

Ethan had good eyesight and could clearly see several scars on her body.

There are long ones, and there are also ones that look like copper coins.

Due to the adrenaline hormones, Catherine was in a very excited state. She quickly opened her backpack, stuffed the blood-stained T-shirt inside, took out a black vest, and put it on randomly.

Pink, obscured by black.

Ethan shifted his gaze and looked at the two protruding bricks in the corner with sigh.

So sexy~

"Are you a monster?" Catherine closed the zipper and looked at Ethan in surprise: "Are you not sweating at all?"

"No."

Ethan wiped his forehead and stretched out his fingers to her, which were stained with a little sweat.

However, compared with Catherine's profuse sweating, he really didn't seem to be sweating at all, and he wasn't stained with any blood just now. It was just some dust that was raised. Just pat it with your hand a few times, so there's no need to bother.

Catherine took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Ethan.

"Crack!"

She lit it with slightly trembling fingers, took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke and walked quickly towards the bright place.

The street lights shone on my face, making me feel like I was in another world.

I glanced at my watch and saw that at one o'clock in the morning, the streets of Medellin were still bustling.

The generous and plump woman is scratching her head and posing.

Groups of drunkards held bottles of wine, hugged each other, and danced happily.

The sound of fierce gun battles eight or nine hundred meters away was dampened by the small buildings and shacks in the slums, without affecting the singing and dancing outside at all.

The two stood at the entrance of the alley, glancing around cautiously.

There was nothing unusual. They all released their hands behind their waists and lifted up their clothes to cover the handles of the guns.

Then walk on the sidewalk at a leisurely pace.

Just like a backpacker couple, there is nothing unusual. When others see them, they will only think that these two are brave and dare to go anywhere. Only those who are close can smell the strong smell of gunpowder smoke.

The two of them smoked heavily, trying to cover up the smell as quickly as possible.

"Where are we going?"

After walking a certain distance, Ethan flicked the cigarette butt away.

"Safe house."

Catherine looked at the taxi in the distance, raised her hand and waved: "I, Allen."

She paused and continued: "And Jonathan, we each have a safe house address. If something unexpected happens, we will escape there to rest and wait for contact online."

The so-called safe house doesn't seem to be very safe.

But it's better than wandering around outside. At least according to Catherine, there will be certain supplies in the safe house.

I don’t know what happened to Phillips, Matt, and Jonathan. It’s useless to be anxious at this time. Everyone is trying to find a way to escape from the danger, and ensuring their own safety is the first priority.

After transferring to several taxis, they arrived at an old apartment building.

Following the stairs to the fifth floor, Catherine found a key under the fire box, and the two finally stopped in their hurry.

Close the switch and turn on the light.

This is a small apartment with one bedroom and one living room, simple and without any furniture.

Catherine sat down on the sofa with a slight gasp, bent down and took out a suitcase from under the table, entered the password to open the suitcase, which contained a pistol, two magazines, some emergency medicine and a small wad of cash.

Ethan turned around and quickly completed the inspection.

There was only one bed in the room, with a mattress thrown on top covered in dust.

Fortunately, Catherine knew the nature of these safe houses and knew that most of them were extremely shabby, so on the way, they bought a lot of drinks, convenient food and daily necessities.

It's best to stay here when you can't contact anyone.

"Do you want your wound treated?" Catherine drank most of the can of beer in one go and pointed to Ethan's arm.

The bullet that flew by just now left a trail of blood behind.

After a while, it was no longer obvious.

"Need not."

Ethan waved his hand, took the beer from her, and sat down on the sofa.

Even though it was dark, they didn't feel sleepy.

He drank his beer one sip at a time and looked at the two mobile phones placed on the table, waiting for the moment they turned on.

Buzz.

A few minutes later, the phone suddenly vibrated.

"Sir."

Catherine quickly grabbed the phone and pressed the speakerphone button while answering the call.

"How are you doing?" Matt's voice rang from the phone, still giving people a calm feeling. He said in a deep voice: "Phillips and I are safe."

"Ethan and I have arrived at the safe house." Catherine pinched her fingers and asked quickly:

"Jonathan?"

"He was slightly injured," Matt replied.

Hearing this, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. A minor injury at this time was basically equivalent to nothing.

Catherine pinched her palms and gritted her teeth and said:

"We need to give it back."

Allen's name was not mentioned, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he had no hope of survival.

"I know."

Matt's voice also had a murderous tone: "You guys stay in the safe house first, I will find out what the situation is first, and wait for my phone call."

After the words fell, the phone was hung up.

Catherine grabbed the beer can with her hand and squeezed it hard, and white foam emerged.

She and Allen had been working together for more than a year and had gone through several missions. They had already become friends. How could she not care, but that kind of emotion needed to be suppressed.

"Did you wear a condom?"

The female agent drank all the beer in the can and asked in a crisp voice. (End of chapter)