My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

At around three o'clock in the morning, ghostly figures dispersed in the jungle.

After Catherine selected the sniper position, others also went to the designated position. Although there were not many people, they still had to form an encirclement.

The night wind blew through the woods, making a sound like waves.

This movement also perfectly hid their whereabouts.

High up in the tree, a pair of sharp eyes scanned.

Ethan looked down at the entire manufacturing factory and pressed the microphone to point out what others should pay attention to.

Around the factory, there is a wooden fence that resembles a horse.

Needless to say, this was used either to protect against wild beasts or against possible incoming enemies.

In the other direction, is a wooden gate.

There is a trail outside, and people from the independent manufacturing factory should usually come in and out from here.

Several cars were parked nearby and gasoline barrels were piled up.

In the factory, in addition to the armed guards patrolling back and forth, three simple fortifications were also repaired in a triangular shape, bringing the surrounding area within the attack range.

A circle of sandbags was piled up in the fortification, and an M249 light machine gun was placed on each.

White smoke rises and figures move.

The people who were in charge of the fortifications inside had tired faces, scarlet spots of light appeared on their mouths, and they leaned on the sandbags and smoked leaves.

This comfortable appearance caused the people patrolling on foot to curse.

"RPG will destroy the other two fortifications first."

Ethan quietly came down from the tree, landed on the ground, pressed the microphone and continued: "Just leave the place closest to me to me."

From now on, the biggest threat to them is the three light machine guns.

The sounds of people taking their positions sounded one after another.

He opened the night vision goggles, grabbed the rockets on the side, and stuffed them into the RPG-7.

There was no movement around.

In the woods, the sound of insects became much weaker, as if they felt an inexplicable murderous aura.

"In one minute, take action."

Matt's voice came from the headset: "When the time comes, follow my command."

Ethan weighed the rocket launcher and easily put it on his shoulder. He leaned against the tree trunk and aimed at the simple fortification diagonally opposite.

A gust of wind blew, and his mind became clear.

However, his body felt a little hot. After being attacked and lurking for two days, his murderous intent was almost uncontrollable.

"Do it."

An urgent voice sounded in the headset.

"call out."

The trigger was pulled instantly, and the rocket's tail flame stood out in the dark night, like a meteor, flying forward.

There is more than one shooting star.

In another direction, a rocket flew out of the dark woods.

The people in the fortification had no time to react.

As soon as the afterimage was found in the eyeball, the rocket pierced hard, and the next moment, two loud bangs echoed in the jungle.

The mud flew into the sky along with the remaining limbs.

A second later, they all fell next to the blown up light machine gun.

"Bang bang bang."

The crisp sound of gunfire sounded from a distance.

The sniper rifle in Catherine's hand screamed.

The sniper rifle burst into flames, and the warhead spun out from the barrel at high speed, hitting the generator in the corner of the factory. After a few sparks were splashed out, the light in the entire factory disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, gunfire flashed out from the dark woods.

The guards patrolling on foot had clouds of blood mist exploding from their bodies. These people were attacked one after another and quickly scattered to escape.

But their movement speed was as slow as a snail in front of the high-speed flying bullets.

In just a moment, five or six people were shot to death.

The moment he launched the rocket launcher, Ethan threw it away.

The monocular night vision device was turned down and stuck tightly in front of his eyes. His entire field of vision changed into two colors, one side was green and the other was dim.

Fortunately, it took some time to get used to it on the way here.

This weird visual difference has no effect on him.

He picked up the AR15 and pointed the cold muzzle at the remaining fortification. The two people inside were hurriedly rushing to the light machine gun, trying to control this big killer.

"Bang bang bang."

The flames licked, and several bullets hit the two people accurately.

After a few splashes of liquid, the two fell down.

With the help of night vision goggles, this was a one-sided massacre, and these people had no power to fight back.

After knocking the two men over, Ethan quickly jumped out from behind the tree trunk.

Like an arrow off the string, it shoots towards the manufacturing factory.

He easily passed the short distance of more than ten meters, supported the horse with one hand, and jumped into the air.

As soon as it hit the ground, the assault rifle burst into flames.

The gun in his hand banged, knocking over the running figures. He moved quickly and approached the simple fortification.

The muzzle of the gun moved to a man, preparing to fire.

The next moment, the man's head exploded like a watermelon, and he died tragically.

He turned back quickly and glanced behind him.

In the woods, crisp gunshots sounded from time to time. Catherine kept checking for them in the distance and releasing cold shots.

Matt and others also followed Ethan's movements and climbed over the low fence one after another.

The people in the independent manufacturing factory are not vegetarians either.

A large number of light spots surged in Ethan's radar, and he began to fight back amid bursts of yelling and cursing.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of gunfire.

The people in the wooden house opened fire through the window. Although their sight was not as convenient as Ethan's, they still had no problem shooting at the place where the fire was lit.

Coupled with the effect of moonlight, the scene was not that dark.

The flying bullets made the people who launched the attack quickly find cover.

"Puff puff."

The bullets flying randomly threw up clouds of dust on the ground.

Ethan flew forward, turned over and hid inside the fortification.

Next to him were the two corpses that he had just shot. His eyes that had lost their brightness widened and they looked towards the sky.

I thought it was safest to stay here, but I didn't expect to die the fastest.

"Bang bang bang."

The attack was thwarted. Matt, Phillips, and the four of them took out the grenades they had on them and threw them at the people who rushed out of the wooden house. Explosions sounded one after another.

Listening to the screams, Ethan grinned and picked up the big pineapple next to him.

The two-hundred-round magazine is now a bargain.

He held up the M249 light machine gun with both arms, stepped on the sandbag with one foot, and pressed the trigger hard against the wooden house in front of him where the gunfire was the loudest.

"Bang bang bang~"

The fingers clicked quickly, and fierce gunfire spurted out.

The thin wooden wall was torn apart easily, debris flew everywhere, and the bullets made holes and flew rapidly inside.

Those who were touched or touched had their limbs broken immediately.

The one who was hit on the head instantly exploded like a watermelon, and the bullets swept away everything in the house like a gust of wind sweeping down fallen leaves.

In just a few seconds, all the light spots inside disappeared.

A gust of night wind blew, bringing with it a strong smell of blood that hit him head-on.

"Hache~"

His nose felt itchy and he sneezed heavily. This wave of violent attacks finally stopped, and the entire battlefield fell into silence.

The next moment, countless rounds of bullets came through crazily, staring at Ethan's position and firing.

Just now he was the most handsome boy here, now he has become the most miserable.

He lay on the ground, feeling the bullets flying past his head, and the sandbags around him were riddled with holes.

Puffs of fine sand flew up and splashed onto him.

"Farke!"

Ethan yelled: "Covering fire."

These gangsters also have a lot of firepower. When a few little guys from Yuangulu throw them over, the joke will be big.

"Bang."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an explosion next to him.

The abdomen lying on the ground shook with the explosion, and the raised soil fell on him with crackling sounds.

Say grenade, and the grenade will come.

Frightened, he grabbed the light machine gun and quickly rolled out of the fortification.

Using both hands and feet, he quickly crawled to the side.

Fortunately, his wave of arrogant attacks attracted the firepower of many people, allowing Matt and the others to seize the opportunity and fire wildly at those who dared to take the lead. After repeated attacks, seven or eight more people were knocked down.

After rolling on the ground several times, the light machine gun spurted out tongues of flame again.

He swept around a wooden house that kept fighting back, and after destroying four or five light spots, he finally emptied the magazine.

Hitting people through walls can only cover them with firepower.

The bullets will naturally be used faster, and he is very satisfied with the current results.

Two houses were swept and at least a dozen people were killed.

In addition to the attack on the patrol just now, number 30 people have already died under their gunfire.

The gunfire became sparse now, and the crowd slowly approached.

This is the most dangerous time. In these large and small wooden houses, there might be someone waiting to use cold guns.

A close-range gunfight would be much more dangerous.

Ethan threw away the light machine gun that turned into a matchstick, grabbed the assault rifle that he had just carried behind his back, bent down and quickly moved to a wooden shed, crossed the thin and simple wooden wall, and moved inside.

Leaning against a wooden table, he stopped and planned to collect himself.

"Bah."

After sniffing, the air was filled with an unpleasant smell.

He raised his head and looked up, one by one, like heater-like light bulbs, densely packed like a net, hanging at a height of less than one meter from the wooden table.

He quietly stood up and took a breath of air.

In this work shed, there are seven or eight wooden tables placed, and the edges of the square tabletops are surrounded by wooden boards.

Inside, it was filled with stuff.

The tabletops of the tables in this work shed are all white and have some sticky-looking items.

There was also a wooden rake placed on each table.

It was just like the farm tools he used to turn rice at home when he was a child, only much smaller.

Ethan glanced around. This should be the last process of making flour. The light bulbs above are used to dissipate heat, and workers are constantly turning it.

Let the sticky stuff inside dry and turn into flour.

Next to it, there is a workbench.

The flour is wrapped in oil paper and stacked together like square bricks. In this shed, there are at least nearly a hundred pounds of flour, and it is not known how much it can produce in a day or for how long.

Colombia's independent tycoons amass astronomical amounts of wealth through factories in the jungle.

"Bang bang bang."

A burst of gunfire brought him back to his senses.

Ethan held on to the assault rifle and quickly moved to the side. It was not the time to stop yet. The enemy had not given up resistance yet.

He stepped forward and stepped over the two corpses on the ground.

"Uh-huh."

He raised the muzzle of the gun and loosened his fingers.

Sandro, who was wearing the same bulletproof helmet as him, appeared at the corner of the front room. The other party was startled by Ethan's quick reaction. He couldn't even complete the dodge before being targeted by the crosshair.

This guy, I forgot to mark him.

Ethan shrugged, marked him with a thought, waved his arms, and the two of them walked forward, one to the left and the other to the right.

One person looked at the surrounding environment, while the other person stared at the window above.

When walking, don't dare to make too much noise.

The people in the independence factory all held AKs, and the wooden walls were as fragile as paper in front of 7.62mm bullets.

Bah.

Ethan made a slight sound, signaling Sandro to stop.

Inside the house, it was quiet.

Despite his doubts, Sandro took out the grenade without hesitation, pulled out the safety catch at the same time as Ethan, waved and threw it into the wooden window, and then quickly moved to the front door.

In Sandro's opinion, even if there was no one inside, wasting a grenade was not a big deal.

If you rush in with a gun, you are mentally ill.

Although there may be workers inside, it does not affect Ethan's actions at all. Who stipulates that workers cannot shoot, and there are a few good people who can do this kind of work.

Anyone who can appear in this place will not be unjust if he dies.

Bang bang.

After the two explosions, screams rang out in the house.

He grabbed the guardrail, jumped up the steps, flew towards the wooden door and kicked it.

"bump."

The simple wooden door was slammed open inside.

Sandro quickly rushed in, and Ethan quickly followed. There were several large bunks in the room, and five or six people, men and women, were hiding in the room. They were all blown to pieces and were making howling sounds.

Seeing someone rushing in, the people inside wanted to shoot back.

The two of them pulled the triggers at the same time and opened the heads of several people who were struggling to death. Blood splashed and dyed the wooden walls red.

Ethan continued to turn the muzzle of the gun, but stopped the movement of his hand.

A teenage boy huddled in the corner, looking at him in horror.

He struggled and gritted his teeth.

Bang bang.

With a wisp of smoke hanging from the muzzle of the gun, he strode outside the house.

"You are quite a kind person."

Sandro glanced at the little boy whose hand was smashed, and walked out of the cabin with Ethan: "Despite their young age, they might have killed people long ago. Many independent lords like to use boy scouts."

Standing on the steps, Ethan glanced at Sandro coldly:

"And you?"

"Mr. Sandro, do you like using Scout?"

Being able to ask this question means that the other party already knows his identity, and Matt must have told him.

There is no need for Sandro to deny this.

"dislike."

Ethan's scalp was numb when he saw it. He came over for two seconds before silently shaking his head: "I swear, I have never used it."

As his head shook, he saw a pistol quietly stretched out from the window diagonally opposite.

"careful."

He yelled, rushed forward, and threw Ethan down.

"boom!"