My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In this quiet street, the rumble of motorcycles sounded.

Ethan's arms moved slowly along with the vehicle, and his eyes looked mockingly at the woman sitting in the car wearing denim shorts.

The dark muzzle of the gun in his hand seemed to be spraying out gunfire at any time.

On the motorcycle, a woman in sexy clothes was holding an exquisite Uzi submachine gun in her hand, but there was a thin layer of sweat on her palms.

The rider wearing a helmet also stared at the two people standing under the street light.

Ben thought, rushed down and opened fire.

Who knew that as soon as he rushed down the intersection, he saw two pistols pointed at him.

The scene was extremely awkward and I didn’t know what to do.

Greed finally defeated reason.

The face of the sexy woman became ferocious, and she suddenly raised the Uzi submachine gun.

"Bang bang."

Two bullets were spit out from the muzzles of the Glock and Colt respectively. The woman in sexy clothes tilted her head, and a wisp of blood flew up, which was particularly beautiful under the light of the street lamp.

A small hole instantly appeared on the Harley Fat Boy rider's helmet.

The helmet's visor was splashed with bright red from the inside.

"Bang."

The Harley Fat Boy was pushed over by the two people on the car and slid all the way down, leaving a few sparks on the road.

This movement was like the firing of a starting gun.

Several light spots entered the radar range and moved towards him quickly.

The roar of motorcycles also sounded one after another.

"Go and drive."

Ethan let out a low cry and moved the muzzle upward.

"Know."

Catherine ejected like a leopard and pounced on Fat Boy Harley who fell to the ground in the distance.

At this time, they were in urgent need of transportation.

Even if the two people didn't take action just now, they still wouldn't be able to escape the fate of being killed by the gun.

Now that you're here, don't leave.

The shrubs on the low wall swayed and figures flickered.

"boom."

Ethan fired the gun, and a scream suddenly sounded.

The man in black clothes was shot in the chest. He fell out of the bushes and hit his head on the ground. With a crack, his neck fractured and he stopped moving in an instant.

"Bang bang bang."

Three more shots were fired at the steps the two men had just stepped down.

A man who had just jumped down from the steps in a hurry was shot before he could stand firm. He was shot twice in the chest and once in the head. His body shook wildly for a few times, and he died with regret.

Violent gunshots echoed in the streets.

Some of the people who had followed were not yet certain that they were the targets, but the sound of gunshots now made them excited instantly.

The idea is a good thing.

It proves that they have found the right person. If the idea is not practical, why would the Blanco family be willing to spend so much money to offer a reward.

Suddenly, bullets flew from several directions.

Ethan spread his legs and moved to the side of the road with a few heave movements.

The sexy-dressed woman just now fell down here, and the Uzi submachine gun in her hand fell aside.

He quickly swooped to dodge a few bullets.

The submachine gun was copied into his hand.

"Tu tu tu tu."

Flames burst out, and several rounds of bullets were fired into the bushes, knocking down the two people who were hiding and firing cold guns.

"boom."

The lights flashed and a motorcycle rushed out from above.

The vehicle flew into the air, its tires spinning rapidly. A man sitting in the back seat raised a pistol and wanted to shoot the squatting man.

However, he found that he had been locked with a submachine gun.

"ah!!!"

In panic, the gunman howled unconsciously.

Half a round of bullets flew towards them, and the man and his motorcycle were hit by the crackling fire, and the blood mist rose up, like a red flag being pulled back.

"Bang."

The motorcycle fell heavily to the ground, rolling over with the two people in it.

Bloodshed in the streets.

"boarding."

Behind him, there was a roar.

"Boom boom boom~"

Catherine twisted the accelerator a few times, and the Fat Boy Harley roared.

Unloading the empty magazine, Ethan quickly ran towards her.

While waving his palm, a magazine for an Uzi submachine gun quietly appeared. At this time, no one noticed this magical scene.

The fifty-round magazine was inserted into the magazine well while running.

There are a lot of small accessories for this kind of conventional weapons in the space, just to be able to use them in this situation. Moreover, these small things are not noticeable and are convenient for concealment.

"Go, go, go."

Ethan let out a hurried cry, jumped forward, and landed heavily on the back seat of the Harley motorcycle, causing the shock absorbers to tremble a few times.

"Squeak~~~"

The tires rotated wildly, emitting bursts of white smoke, and rushed forward like an arrow from a string.

While shaking, he headed towards the streets of Medellin.

The people behind were chasing after him, and in addition to two motorcycles, a car roared up.

While there was a hint of competition between these people, there was also a hint of a joint effort.

Anyone who can track the anomaly immediately has some skills, and they are not fools. Now let's kill the person first. As for who grabs the body next, it all depends on their ability.

These people all saw the fighting power that the other party showed just now.

In just ten seconds, a group of people died. With this record, they had no intention of catching anyone alive.

"Kill them."

The Harley motorcycle passed through the streets quickly, and Catherine's roaring voice was carried by the wind and waves: "We can't let these people follow us all the time. There will be more and more people, and it will be even more troublesome."

No need for her to say it, Ethan also understood this.

The two of them were now like two big bags of banknotes dangling on the street.

The hyenas who smell the smell will naturally want to come and get a share of the pie. When there are more people, even if they are covered in iron, they will not be able to drive a few nails.

The Harley roared and rushed through the traffic lights.

The few cars behind him also roared across the intersection, one to escape for life, the other to make money, all leaving the risk behind.

"Porphyrin."

This move attracted a lot of shouts and curses, and the horn was honked in dissatisfaction.

"Bang~~~"

A series of gunshots rang out, causing the speakers to stop momentarily.

The vehicles on the road dodged one after another.

The gunmen behind the two motorcycles kept pulling the triggers at the Harley-Davidson motorcycles that were running away in front of them. Two people also poked out of the car, and the AKs in their hands flashed with gunfire.

Harley was extremely smooth under the driving of Catherine, weaving back and forth in the river of cars.

Ethan seemed to be able to hear bullets flying past his ears, and he immediately fought back. He raised the Uzi submachine gun with one hand and pointed a line of fire behind him.

The powerful arm strength firmly controlled Uzi.

A fire whip composed of warheads was thrown hard at one of the motorcycles, drawing out several clouds of blood mist from the two men.

The motorcycle lost control and swayed from side to side.

The next moment, the vehicle hit the curb, flew into the air with two people, and crashed into a house on the roadside.

"Bang."

After a loud noise, the motorcycle fell to pieces, and the two people who flew up were also completely destroyed.