My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

safe house.

Ethan chewed the dry bread and felt that life was joyless.

If Catherine hadn't been here to accompany him to do exercises, he wouldn't have been able to stay any longer. He drank mineral water and ate bread every day. How could he ever suffer such a sin?

For agents like Catherine, this is a common thing.

But in Ethan's opinion, it was a kind of torture.

Bastard Matt came up and gave him a sugar-coated bullet, but now he is living a hard life. Thinking of this, he took another vicious bite of the bread.

In the shower room nearby, the sound of water gurgled.

The sound of explosions stopped, and the sounds of fire trucks and police cars outside slowly died down.

Ethan chewed the bread slowly with each bite.

A string of light points moved in a circuitous way like a star chain. Although the arrows were all at the bottom, they were not running around in place. They were obviously moving upwards.

Swallowed the bread and took a sip of mineral water.

Pick up the two pistols on the table, remove the magazines and check them.

Make sure the bullets are fully loaded before shooting.

He walked to the door and looked out through the peephole with cold eyes.

After a while, several people walked up the stairs in a sneaky way. They did not continue to go up, but quietly approached in their own direction. They put their arms behind their backs and pulled out pistols.

These people were unorganized and huddled together.

Even though he was tiptoeing, the sound of messy footsteps still sounded faintly.

Although he didn't know how he was exposed, it was obvious that these people were coming for him. Ethan quietly took two steps back and raised his arms.

The next moment, the fingers clicked.

"Bang bang bang."

Violent gunshots resounded throughout the apartment.

The two guns burst into flames and fired continuously at the door. The bullets tore through the wooden boards and pierced the people outside.

Eight people crowded in the passage outside.

This sudden attack made them eat it hard. The bodies of the group were shaking wildly with the incoming warheads, and clouds of blood mist exploded.

In just two or three seconds, a bloody storm broke out outside the door.

Glock held a few rounds of bullets but did not finish them.

He threw the Colt M1911 on the sofa, opened the door with a creak, and saw a bunch of people collapsed on the ground outside.

The blood mist rising in the air slowly fell.

The short-haired man leaned against the wall and tilted his head to look at the man who came out. He choked on two mouthfuls of blood and struggled to raise the pistol unsteadily.

A thought flashed through my mind.

"This money is really hard to earn!"

"boom."

The Glock in Ethan's hand flashed, and the bullet penetrated the short-haired man's head, nailing him to the wall.

The arms waved and Glock clicked one after another.

The remaining people also replenished their guns one by one, and none of them were spared who dared to attack Qiu Feng.

"Shet!"

Looking back, she saw Catherine standing wet in the living room. She gritted her teeth and cursed: "How did these bastards come to the door?"

"There's no time to think about it."

Ethan grabbed the clothes thrown on the sofa and quickly wiped them where fingerprints might be left: "Hurry, we need to move immediately, the gunfire will attract others."

According to Matt, it's not just Taoists now.

Even law enforcement officers are also concerned about them. Neighbors in the apartment building will definitely call the police if they hear gunshots.

So now here, it is completely exposed.

"Know."

Catherine quickly put on her clothes and rushed into the bathroom.

A few seconds later, she ran out with two large bottles of bleach, and worked with Ethan to clean up all the traces left in the house. A few minutes later, the two people, who were simply disguised, took their belongings and hurriedly Walk hurriedly downstairs.

Leaving here now is the first priority.

When Ethan hurried downstairs, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The million-dollar bounty is indeed powerful enough. The two of them have hidden well enough, and they can still be found out.

Tengteng's footsteps sounded, and he ran into two guys wearing Medellin police uniforms.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan held on to the guardrail and flew down.

The two people were knocked over by him, rolled to the ground, and then fired their bows from left to right.

Two punches would knock them out.

"Don't shoot."

Looking at his two colleagues who were fainting on the ground, Ethan waved his hand to stop Catherine from raising the gun: "What's happening now does not involve the local police station. There is no need to provoke them."

Their current status is similar to killers and Taoist people in the eyes of outsiders.

No matter how you fight the Inquisitor, it is considered a matter in the underground world.

If they really want to kill these two people, then things will become a big deal. No matter what their purpose is, the local police will not get involved if they don't want to get involved, and they will take it to the highest level.

As a police officer myself, I understand the psychology of these people very well.

Catherine took a few breaths and put down the Colt in her hand. She was attacked twice in a row in the safe house, which made her feel like she was surrounded by enemies.

"Um."

She held the handle of the gun tightly and stepped over the two unconscious people: "Let's go, find a place to inform them."

The two lowered their heads slightly and quickly walked out of the apartment building.

There was a police car parked outside, flashing a light that was almost universal across the world. Ethan noticed through the radar that there were several light spots scattered around. He couldn't help but be more vigilant and put the hand holding the gun behind his back.

No one knew whether it was a crowd of onlookers or a hyena following the police car.

If it were you, and you wanted to find something unusual in a city, you would be right to follow the police.

It is normal for others to have such thoughts.

The two of them walking out of the corridor also attracted the attention of interested people. Not long after the police went up, two people came out. Although their steps were fast, their faces were unusually calm.

Some smart people quietly grabbed the phone in their hands.

"This way."

Ethan tugged on Catherine's arm and led her to the left of the apartment building, avoiding the road ahead.

The two men turned around, and several light spots on the radar suddenly moved over.

Put your finger on the trigger.

There was murderous intent in his eyes, and sure enough, a hyena followed him.

The two of them walked down the steps quickly.

Here is a downward road, with dim street lights elongating the silhouettes of the two people.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty streets.

"boom!"

The roar of a motorcycle came from above.

He and Catherine stood against the wall on the side of the road, looking fixedly at the top of the road. A Harley Fatboy slowly drove down from above. They were also a man and a woman, sitting on the car.

Judging by his attire, he doesn't look like an ordinary gangster.

These two people gave Ethan the feeling that they were more like killers.

The eyes of the four people collided.

The Harley motorcycle moved downwards slowly, and the woman sitting behind the car swallowed.