My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Reality is not as exciting as in the movie.

The expected big explosion and flames shooting into the sky did not happen, only the broken pieces of the motorcycle flew high into the air.

Passers-by screamed and ran away.

On the streets of Medellín at night, high-speed combat continues.

The tragic scene and the two dead people did not allow the other guys to slow down at all. They still stepped on the accelerator. This was only a once in a lifetime effort, and no one wanted to miss this opportunity.

Having no money is worse than death.

As for those two guys, they were just unlucky.

Both sides were moving at high speed. If it were so easy to hit someone, the two people in front would have overturned.

Soon, Ethan had something to prove to those who were chasing them.

Ordinary people can't do it.

he can!

Holding the gun handle tightly, the Uzi submachine gun in his hand continued to spray bullets.

No need to aim, just press the trigger.

Relying on the feeling in his hands, bullets fell to the ground one after another, leaving small craters, and at the same time, he desperately approached the high-speed moving motorcycle.

The last few bullets successfully hit the driver.

The rapidly rotating warhead tore open the body and tore apart the organs inside the body. The driver's vision went dark, and his head hit the front of the car hard.

"No~~~"

The gunman's liver and gallbladder were split, and he roared in despair.

"Bang."

The motorcycle fell over, spinning on the ground like a top, and crashed into the chassis of a truck next to it with two people.

"Donglong."

The truck shook, and the driver was so frightened that he hit the brakes.

With a pop, the watermelon exploded!

Ethan gritted his teeth and put down the Uzi submachine gun.

In the automatic mode, the bullets are consumed very quickly, so only two shuttles are taken out, and the magazine is empty.

"Well done."

Through the rearview mirror, Catherine saw the scene happening behind her and waved her arms vigorously.

"Boom~~~"

Turning a corner, the Harley continued to roar and fly forward.

However, the road suddenly narrowed, and the vehicles in front started to move slowly. On both sides of the road were stainless steel houses that looked like large telephone booths. On the entire street, there was a living Bodhisattva standing every few meters.

These scantily clad Colombian girls with thick legs and fat buttocks are the reason why the roads are congested.

"Think of ways to."

Catherine licked her lips and shouted hurriedly.

There was a sharp turning sound from behind, and the car swung its body and drifted over. Through the rearview mirror, she saw the bloodthirsty eyes of several people in the car.

"Ding."

Ethan put the grenade's tab to his mouth, bit it with his white teeth, and pulled it out hard.

Pulling out the latch requires several kilograms of pulling force. It is usually operated with the index finger and cannot be bitten with the mouth. If you are not careful, you can really pull out the teeth.

But this biting force is a piece of cake for Ethan.

"Pooh."

He pushed the latch to the side and swung his arm back.

The driver of the car just turned the steering wheel when he saw a round object bounce and fly onto the windshield.

"Jesus."

He shouted silently and closed his eyes.

"Bang."

After an explosion, the car hit a pavilion on the side of the road, destroying it to pieces.

"Ah~~~"

Screams rang out, and the two people who were playing happily inside separated instantly, one tossed and the other swung, and they ran away desperately.

On the road, the old man in the car fell down in fear.

The living Bodhisattvas on both sides squatted down one after another.

Judging from the proficiency of their movements, it is not difficult to guess that they should all have rich experience in dealing with this kind of thing.

Seeing this, Catherine suddenly applied the brakes.

The two men pulled out their pistols in unison and violently pulled the triggers on the car. They did not stop their finger movements until all the people in the car fell into a pool of blood.

"Let's go."

Putting away the gun, Ethan patted Catherine on the shoulder.

You can't stay in this place for long. Maybe some living Bodhisattva has received the news and is calling others to tell the news.

The Harley motorcycle rushed onto the sidewalk, passing the frightened living Buddhas one after another.

It leaves a trail of exhaust gas that quickly disappears at the end of the road.

In the sky, there are a few stars.

But the ground lights up like a galaxy, and you won’t get bored no matter how many times you watch Medellín’s dazzling night view.

In a wasteland next to a road on a hillside, a Harley motorcycle was parked.

The two of them sat in the car, smoking cigarettes one after another. The smoke rose in curls and was quickly blown away by the night breeze.

After escaping the chase, the two of them stopped going to any safe house.

Now, there is no stable and safe place.

I simply found a secluded place and used an anti-eavesdropping phone to notify others to come.

"Are you really a Chicago police officer?"

After watching the night scene silently for a while, Catherine couldn't help but ask: "Is it true?"

"I probably haven't lied to you so far." Ethan thought for a moment and asked in turn: "Compared to my identity, your profession is more novel, right?"

"Female agents are really rare."

"I'm curious, what made you choose this career?"

Catherine's eyes showed a complicated look, as if she had remembered something. She smiled and shook her head: "In the beginning, it was out of some feelings."

"Now, it's a habit."

"This habit is not good, it can kill people." Ethan flicked off his cigarette butt, shrugged and asked:

"Have you ever thought about quitting?"

"How to quit?" Catherine's eyes shone in the dimness: "After experiencing these things, do you think we can return to ordinary lives?"

Looking at the bright night scene below, her pupils reflected like the stars:

“Shopping for groceries, cooking, having children?”

"This kind of housewife's life." She looked at Ethan with an inexplicable smile on her lips: "Do you think I can live with it?"

Brown hair, white face with a few light freckles.

She was pretty, like a girl next door, but Ethan knew that this woman was as wild as a female leopard.

In the past few days, many people have died in her hands.

People like her really can't live an ordinary life anymore.

"I'm quite curious."

Catherine licked her lips: "If you are really a city policeman as you say, how do you adjust your psychology, you know, that feeling of desire to kill?"

This guy is really suspicious.

"Here."

Ethan took out his mobile phone and clicked on the photo: "Did you see it? This is the photo when I was awarded the medal. We have competed with each other so many times. We are good friends after all, right?"

"Why, you think I'm lying to you."

"can I see?"

Catherine looked at the handed phone, her fingers trembling.

The people she came into contact with all tried their best to hide their identities for the safety of their families. It was rare for them to be so candid.