My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

A muffled sound sounded behind him.

Sandro jumped forward and rolled forward, causing the two of them to fall down the steps.

Although he had no defense and was knocked dizzy, Ethan reacted quickly, pulled out the Glock from his chest, pushed Sandro aside and shot Sandro several times at the window.

There was a sound of falling to the ground in the nearby room, and a few wisps of blood flew from the window.

Still moving, he took out a grenade.

Pull out the ring, throw it towards the window, then roll over and lie on top of Sandro.

After an explosion, sawdust crackled on the body.

Seeing the light spot disappear, he turned around and sat up.

For the sake of ventilation, these simple wooden houses have small windows everywhere. They are not familiar with the layout inside, and they can easily get shot if they are not careful.

"Wow."

He picked up the assault rifle with one hand, grabbed Sandro's body armor with the other and dragged him to the side, leaving a mark on the ground.

When he came to the corner, he stopped.

"Are you okay?" Ethan patted Sandro's chest and asked nervously.

Sandro coughed twice and breathed heavily:

"It's okay, my back just hurts a little."

He grabbed his shoulder strap and pulled it, and looked behind him. There was a small hole in Sandro's back, with a deformed bullet embedded in it.

He took off the bullet, showed it to him, and then threw it away.

"Thanks."

Ethan patted his shoulder, his eyes became gentler, and then he pulled him up: "I owe you once."

"No need to say this." Sandro spoke a little slowly. He waved his hand and wiped his sweat: "That shot could have hit any one of us. The marksmanship of these people is just like this."

Unexpectedly, he still had the heart to joke.

Ethan smiled, understanding Sandro a little more.

In the past few contacts, this guy was busy like a minion, purchasing daily necessities for everyone and providing intelligence. As Matt said, he was like a hound.

So much so that Ethan subconsciously forgot the true identity of this guy.

This unattractive man is an independent figure.

No one who can make a name for himself in this industry in a place like Colombia is simple.

The two quickly cheered up and continued the cleaning work.

After a few minutes, the gunfire stopped.

Unfortunately, their target was not at this place, but the man No. 40 fell here. For the Inquisitor, this was definitely an extremely heavy loss.

Except for letting go of two or three people who were not a threat, all the others were cleared.

"If I'm not mistaken."

Matt walked out of a wooden house, holding a smashed satellite phone in his hand: "Inquisitor, you should already know what happened here. We need to hurry up."

Everyone approached him one after another, smelling strongly of gunpowder smoke.

In the distance, Catherine was also holding a sniper rifle and walked quickly out of the woods. This female agent had just sniped and killed many people who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

Even though she was far away from the battlefield, she still looked fierce.

"What are we going to do?"

Jonathan touched his arm and asked in a muffled voice.

During the cleaning process just now, he received two cold shots. One shot was blocked by the body armor, but was grazed by another shot.

The dark arms were dripping with blood.

On the surface it looked very serious, but the people present were all veterans and could tell at a glance that it was a skin injury.

"Burn." Ethan looked back and said flatly:

"Leave nothing for him."

Within the scope of his ability, he also wanted to do some things within his ability, so that these things would not leak out and harm others. Although they were valuable, he was not interested at all.

Sandro's eyes were a little reluctant, but he was very sensible and didn't make any comments.

"five minutes."

Matt thought for a moment, exhaled heavily, nodded and said:

"We'll leave in five minutes."

This request is very legitimate and there is no reason to refuse it.

Although he really wanted to drive into the vehicle next to him and transport the flour that had been prepared.

But at this time, it's not appropriate.

Ethan put the gun behind him and ran quickly to the side. He easily lifted the thirty-liter green gasoline barrel.

After opening the lid, pour all the way.

Several wooden houses, work sheds, raw material processing pools, warehouses, and piles of flour piled high on wooden pallets were all doused with gasoline.

This pile of stuff was worth at least two to three million dollars, but he showed no mercy.

With the remaining gasoline, draw a line on the ground.

Following his footsteps, they came to the place where several people gathered. Jonathan and Catherine also performed the same actions. In addition to the smell of blood, the air was also filled with the smell of gasoline.

"Crack!"

Ethan lit up his cigarette and slowly puffed out the smoke.

Everyone's eyes fell on the Dupont lighter in his hand, and the flame danced slightly.

With a flick of his wrist, the lighter was thrown forward.

The light left a visual afterimage in everyone's eyes, like a line of fire, arcing and falling to the ground.

"Bear!"

The flames fell to the ground and instantly magnified dozens of times.

The three fire dragons quickly spread into the distance, and the light they emitted illuminated the surrounding area. The six people turned up their night vision goggles one after another and looked at everything in front of them.

Bodies were lying everywhere among the several wooden huts of this independence-making factory.

Firearms and bullet casings fell to the ground.

The wooden house was swallowed up by the fire dragon that swept over it, and the fire shot into the sky.

Several people's faces were flushed red by the fire.

The heat is overwhelming, and my chest is warm.

"Who did that?"

Seeing several cars not far away also burning up, Phillips' eyes twitched: "Who the hell poured gasoline on the car?"

"it's me."

Jonathan scratched his head and showed his white teeth in embarrassment.

"Ouch."

"lighter."

"I know I was wrong."

Facing three punches and six kicks, Jonathan was unable to parry.

After he cried out in pain a few times, he spread his legs and plunged into the woods, while the others chased after him, shouting.

Looking at the rising black fog, Ethan smiled.

I don’t know if the burning of such a large amount of flour will cause animals within a few kilometers to hold a carnival party.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he turned around and left.

The fire burned fiercely and swallowed up the darkness.

When the sky was dark, the lights of more than a dozen cars came from the distance. The leading off-road vehicle knocked away the wooden barrier and rushed in with a roar.

The vehicles behind followed one after another.

There was a sudden sound of brakes, and fifty or sixty capable men carrying AK47s rushed out of the car.

Amid the shouts, they spread out and searched the scene. Not only that, many people climbed over the guardrail and walked away with guns.

His eyes are alert, alert to possible enemies.

A few minutes later, shouts of safety began to sound. In the middle of the convoy was an unattractive van. The door was opened, and a cane was thrust into the dirt from the inside.

Then came the shiny leather shoes.

The owner of the crutches got out of the car. He was a white man with one eye and a black eye patch.

The person who came was none other than the judge.

A cold look flashed in his single eye.

He took a few steps forward with a cane. Although he tried his best to control his body, anyone with a discerning eye could see that his walking posture was very awkward, as if something was missing in the middle.

Although the judge's face was expressionless, his hand holding the cane was still tightening.

His knuckles turned pale white.

Looking at the collapsed wooden houses that were still bursting with flames, there were also flames dancing in his eyes.

Two days ago, a few men just died.

Tonight, several places were attacked again. Not only that, even factories were destroyed.

However, he had no clue who had done this to him.

Thinking of this, his breathing became hot.

"gentlemen."

A shout came from afar, attracting the Inquisitor's attention.

Two guards dragged a man over quickly. They threw the man to the ground: "A man was found in the bushes."

"I remember you."

The judge looked at the man who fell to the ground, poked his crutch, and said in a cold voice: "You are in charge of patrolling, right? Tell me, what happened?"

"gentlemen."

The black-haired man knelt closer in fear and said in a trembling voice:

"There are a lot of people, a dozen or so."

"There are rocket launchers, grenades, long guns, and short guns. The firepower is very fierce. They are like devils."

"who?"

The Inquisitor interrupted, looking the man firmly in the eyes.

"I don't know, I can't see clearly."

The black-haired man swallowed, shook his head and said, "They all wear bulletproof helmets and have something like a telescope over their eyes, as if they can see us in the dark."

"The marksmanship was very accurate and we killed a lot of people."

He swallowed and continued to wave his hands and said, "I saw something was wrong, so I tried to hide and save my life just to tell you these things."

"Thank you, now I know." The judge nodded his cane and raised the corners of his mouth:

"I give you money to protect my property."

"Instead of letting you hide like a mouse, you ran away, but you didn't dare to run far. Are you afraid that I would do something to your family?"

"No..."

The black-haired man shook his head wildly and was about to defend himself.

A sharp light flashed, causing his pupils to shrink rapidly.

"puff!"

The crutch struck out like lightning and stabbed hard into the black-haired man's eye socket.

The judge looked coldly at the person kneeling in front of him, his arm shook a few times along with the person's body, and then he pulled back hard.

"bump."

The black-haired man followed his movements and threw himself forward to the ground.

The sharp tip of the staff was stained with blood.

"waste."

The judge wiped the tip of his staff clean on the man's clothes and asked slowly: "Where is Madam?"

A bald man stepped forward and whispered:

“Medellín Real Jolly.”

"She has been in the hotel for the past two days, as if she was waiting for someone."

The judge's eyelashes fluttered and he held the crutch tightly: "Tell her to come back. She can't stay outside during this period. It's not safe."

"Yes." The bald man nodded.

"Assign a few more people, don't reveal their identities." The judge looked at the bald man coldly: "Send a gift to our colleagues and see how they react."

"Don't let others know what's going on here."

"clear."

The bald man continued to nod.

"Also, post a reward."

The judge walked back, his cane leaving small holes on the ground: "The targets of the bounty are the few people who escaped that night. I feel that they must be related to those people."

"Let money play its due role."

"One million for each person who is dead, two million for each person who is alive."

"Dollar!"

The words fell and the car door closed heavily.

One day was enough for the underground world of Medellin to surge with that sky-high price bounty.

The number of gangsters on the streets is growing explosively.

Most people who collect protection fees, run casinos, and run hospitals have left their jobs in the hope of hitting the jackpot.

The shootings occurred one after another, which already made the Medellin police feel numb.

Nowadays, people working in all walks of life have taken to the streets. The security of Medellin has deteriorated sharply, and fights and vendettas between gangs have followed one after another.

I thought that the current situation was bad enough.

Unexpectedly, night had just fallen. A big gun salute rang out in the city.

The continuous violent explosions made the Medellín police exhausted. It was like pouring a spoonful of water into a pot of hot oil, and the whole city began to boil.

"Jesus."

Ethan held a cigarette and stood next to the window.

He looked at the smoke and dust rising in the distance, lowered his head and said, "I bet you five dollars that this must be what the Inquisitor arranged to do."

"We have to do it as soon as possible."

"Although this is what we want to happen, we cannot let it continue to deteriorate." He shook his body and frowned and continued: "In this situation, innocent people will be injured."

"Being so crazy proves that that guy must be in Medellin."

"Um!"

Catherine groaned.

"Call Matt." Ethan rubbed her head and continued: "I want to know the next action plan."

"Let's talk about it later."

Catherine spat out what was in her mouth, moved her jaw and said, "Can you be more serious?"

"Also, we need to rest."

"Everyone is very tired after this trip."

"Okay." Ethan shrugged.

Now we really need some time to rest. During the battle, everyone was a dragon and a tiger, but when they returned, they all turned into soldiers and generals. Even Catherine, who only fired from behind, was out of breath from exhaustion.

Her job may seem easy, but it also requires a high level of concentration.

The mental pressure is also tremendous.

Not to mention the others, as assaulters, they faced the threat of gunpoint, and the pressure was even greater. After the effects of adrenaline hormones subsided, fatigue came like a tide.

Sandro was shot and Jonathan was slightly wounded.

Even though they slept all day long, others still need time to recover, and this kind of thing cannot be rushed.

"Buzz!"

Just then, the phone on the table vibrated.

Signaling Catherine to let go, he quickly walked over and grabbed the phone. The caller ID was Matt.

"Hello."

Put on the phone and sit on the sofa.

Catherine followed, picked up the beer can and leaned over.

Ethan waved his fingertips and scratched her body gently: "I was just trying to contact you, but the inquisitor went crazy. He must be in Medellin. What is your plan?"

Last night my liver stopped moving and my gong failed. Sorry, I only have 8,000 today.