My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The vehicle swayed and headed north of Medellin.

After leaving the city, Ethan lifted the curtain and looked outside. The van was heading into the forest along the mountain road.

As we walked further and further away, there were only a few vehicles on the road.

After turning into a small road, they were the only lone figure left between the sky and the earth.

The outside air poured into the car and penetrated the heart.

Looking back, it was busy inside.

"then."

Catherine grabbed a heavy-duty body armor and threw it to Ethan: "Hurry up and put it on."

"Bump."

He knocked on the clothes twice and made a dull sound.

I admire Matt's ability very much. In just two days, he got a lot of equipment, not only body armor, but also several helmets.

A night vision device is installed on the bulletproof helmet.

Seeing him tinkering with the helmet in confusion, Catherine taught him how to use it step by step.

Matt and Phillips looked at each other, the corners of their mouths turning up.

It seems that no one has been idle these two days.

The guns, ammunition, and equipment in the box were distributed one by one. Except for Catherine, all of them had AR15s. Four spare magazines were firmly inserted into the body armor, and the pistol was stuffed horizontally on the chest.

Catherine checked the sniper rifle in her hand, which was what she was best at.

All the equipment was neatly dressed, and they directly turned into an attack team. They were full of evil spirits, especially those from the CIA, whose eyes were full of vengeful anger.

Ten minutes later, the vehicle slowly stopped.

Sandro turned around and said in a low voice: "Next, we can only walk. It will take about an hour."

"get off."

Matt nodded and waved his arms.

Jonathan opened the car door, and people inside jumped out one after another.

Surrounded by dense woods, the van was parked in a mountain col. If it weren't for Sandro, there would be no way to find this kind of place. Only competitors know each other best.

My ears were filled with the chirping of insects and birds.

Ethan jumped up and down, adjusting everything on his body to make it more comfortable.

"correct."

Matt remembered something, reached for the seat, and with a snap, a long wooden box was pulled out by him.

"Clang."

He lifted the lid onto the carriage, making a muffled sound.

Two RPG-7s pressed on the straw appeared in everyone's eyes, along with two rockets.

"Don't look at me like that."

Facing Ethan's disdainful gaze, Matt put out his cigar on the carriage, spread his hands and said, "It's powerful, cheap, easy to use, and easy to find. What else do you want?"

This is true, Ethan shrugged.

As long as it is easy to use, no matter what it is, AK47 is not rampant in the world.

He and Jonathan each carried a rocket launcher, while Matt and Sandro held the rocket launcher. To be honest, Phillips said it would be good to keep up with the pace later.

This guy sits in an office all year round and probably lacks physical fitness.

If it hadn't been for his strong request, Matt wouldn't have brought him along, fearing that he would hold him back.

Sandro quickly finished putting on the equipment, and under his leadership, the group headed into the jungle. Ethan looked around while walking around to remember the way they came.

If not for anything else, I was afraid that Sandro would die later.

Under the illumination of tactical flashlights, everyone quickly walked through.

The jungle at night is a bit eerie.

Night birds chirped from time to time, which was very scary, and the wind blew the trees and made a rustling sound.

Only half an hour had passed before a faint gasp could be heard from behind. Taking advantage of the light of the tactical flashlight, he could see sweat on Phillips' face.

"Let me do it."

Ethan grabbed the assault rifle from his shoulder and hung it on his body.

Not counting bulletproof vests and magazines, carrying a gun weighing nearly eight kilograms through the jungle is not an easy task for a man who is nearly fifty years old, and he can understand it.

As for the weight hanging on one's body, it's not worth mentioning.

Some time passed, and at Sandro's reminder, everyone turned off their tactical flashlights and walked under the moonlight falling in the forest.

"Ten minutes of rest."

When they came to a hillside, Sandro waved his hand: "Everyone, drink water and regain your strength."

"I came to see it yesterday." He took off his bulletproof helmet and wiped his sweat and said, "It's five minutes away from the jungle factory. In addition to workers, there are about fifty guards inside."

"We are not sure how many people will be mobilized. Please be careful."

After speaking, he found a place to sit down.

I don't know if Sandro is afraid of their identities, or if he has a relatively withdrawn personality and has always maintained a state of aloofness from everyone.

According to Ethan's judgment, it's mostly due to his personality.

They have already cooperated with the CIA. If it were me, I wouldn't be afraid of something.

After taking a few sips of mineral water, he handed the gun back to Phillips.

He took out the cigarette case and patted it on his hand.

"Give."

He walked over to Sandro and held out a cigarette.

Five minutes away in the jungle, the risk of exposure was zero, and Matt was there, leaning against the trunk of a tree, sucking on half of a cigar.

"Thank you, I won't smoke."

Sandro raised his head, saw it was Ethan, and forced a smile.

"Is this your daughter?"

After lighting up the cigarette, Ethan squatted down and looked at the pocket watch in his hand.

There is a photo embedded inside, of a sweet-looking little girl smiling brightly at the camera.

"That's right."

When Sandro looked at the photo, his eyes were no longer dim, but full of energy: "This is a gift from God to me."

"Yes, she is indeed." Ethan asked curiously:

"She's in Colombia?"

As soon as these words came out, Sandro's eyes gleamed and he looked over warily.

"Yo."

Ethan raised his hands and said casually: "Relax, I don't have any ill intentions."

Seeing the other party put away his pocket watch with a guarded look on his face, Ethan shook his head and smiled, stood up and walked towards Catherine who was standing aside.

Everyone has his weakness.

For most fathers, their children are the most vulnerable and important place in their hearts.

Given Sandro's status, it is not an exaggeration for him to have this reaction.

Ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and everyone set off again.

Deep in the jungle, the roar of generators sounded.

There are five or six wooden houses, large and small, scattered in a slightly empty open space. The weak lights flicker on and off in accordance with the sound of the generator.

In the middle, there was a large wooden shed.

The long tables are filled with various utensils. There are wooden brackets on the ground next to them, and bags of prepared flour are piled up in layers.

A dozen armed guards walked back and forth, yawning and looking into the dark woods.

They were cursing wildly in their hearts, and they didn't know who had attacked the Blanco family, causing them to have so many people working here in the middle of the night, just to be prepared for the impossible attack.

On a slope in the distance, bushes swayed gently.

The slender barrel slowly stretched out, and the bipod fell to the ground, standing firmly.

"No. 4 is in position."

Catherine lay on the ground with the butt of her gun pressed against her shoulder.

She held down the microphone and said something, tilted her head and looked into the scope. (End of chapter)