My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Everyone has been prepared for this level of counterattack.

After catching the opponent off guard, several people quickly changed their positions and launched an attack inside.

Gunshots rang out from three directions.

Death descends on this private estate, wielding his scythe wildly.

In the central building, next to the glass curtain wall on the second floor, a white man wearing a black suit and holding a cane stood blankly. His only remaining eye looked at the bombed helicopter coldly.

Veins popped up on his forehead, and he held the crutch tightly.

Unexpectedly, under such circumstances, after issuing a huge bounty, the other party would have the guts to come and kill them, and they would also carry heavy firepower.

Now, don't say the helicopter broke down.

Even if it wasn't broken, he wouldn't dare try it easily.

RPG rockets can not only hit ground targets, but they will be even more dangerous if they fly into mid-air.

"gentlemen."

A short-haired man walked over quickly: "The vehicles are ready, should we retreat first?"

"Does anyone do things like this?"

The judge glanced at the short-haired man coldly, and said with anger in his voice: "Madam has invited so many guests, let them leave in the car first. This is how we treat guests."

"clear."

The short-haired man reacted quickly and turned around quickly to leave.

"Click, click."

A woman in a red dress walked over from the other end of the corridor, her red high heels making a crisp sound on the marble. She stood in front of the glass curtain wall in the other direction, gently shaking her red wine glass.

Downstairs, by the pool.

A group of people wearing swimming trunks and bikinis were scrambling to get into the car.

"Aren't you too cold-blooded?"

The woman in the red dress took a sip of wine and said without looking back: "If these people knew they were running towards death, I don't know how they would feel."

"Bump, bump, bump."

The crutch hit the marble floor one after another.

"Sophia."

The judge walked over slowly with his cane in hand: "Did you bring trouble back?"

The tone was cold, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Um?"

Sofia drank the red wine in one gulp and threw it away. The crystal glass fell to the ground and shattered.

"If it weren't for me, you would have been buried alive for several years." The red dress swayed, Sophia turned around and squinted her eyes and said, "If it weren't for me, would you be here today, able to stand here and talk to me?"

"If it weren't for me."

She took a few steps forward and walked up to the judge: "Can you escape from New York back to Colombia?"

He waved his arm and gently pressed it on a flat surface.

Sofia used her fingers hard and grabbed hard: "If something is missing, does it make you a coward?"

"Where is that person who dared to risk his life to fight for this career?"

Severe pain, unspeakable pain.

The Inquisitor's body was shaking and veins appeared on his forehead.

He gritted his teeth, raised the corners of his mouth, and suddenly showed a ferocious smile: "You are right, I have earned this fortune with all my life."

"It's not like just some random people can destroy it easily."

"Bang."

A loud noise came from a distance.

Listen to the sound, it's in the direction not far from the front door.

"Go ahead."

Hearing the expected explosion, Sophia loosened her fingers and patted them gently: "Take our people, kill the enemies, peel off their skins, and show your bravery."

The judge did not speak, but nodded.

He walked to the side with a cane and opened a wall, revealing a dazzling array of weapons inside. He picked up an M249 light machine gun and walked steadily downstairs.

Watching the man leave, Sophia sighed.

She stepped on her red high heels, avoided the broken bricks on the ground, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

There is a hole in the wall next to it.

Violent gunshots kept coming from the hole, making people feel upset when they heard it.

She picked up the red wine bottle on the table and took a sip directly into her mouth.

After a while, subtle footsteps sounded.

A bald man in a black suit walked to the sofa and put his hands in front of him: "Madam, the situation is clearly understood."

"Juan."

Sophia raised her head and looked at the bald man.

He is about forty years old, looks gentle and innocuous, just like a housekeeper.

In fact, he is also the head butler of the Blanco family.

This is the assistant left to him by his father and the most loyal old dog of the Blanco family.

"I asked you to tell me something before." Sofia was not in a hurry to hear the situation. Instead, she crossed her legs and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "How did he react?"

"Sir, you didn't give me direct orders." Juan leaned forward and said:

"But he arranged for a few people to search for the whereabouts of your friend today."

"You can't test people." Sophia raised the bottle and smiled helplessly: "I didn't expect that his physical disability made him lose his sense of proportion, and he dared to intervene in my affairs."

Her eyes were blank. After taking a sip of red wine, she regained her clarity:

"How was the interrogation of that man?"

"It's from the CIA." Juan's voice was still so stable: "According to what he said, this time, he came for Mr."

"CIA!"

Sofia repeated the name, her fingers trembling slightly.

The once powerful senior was destroyed due to the efforts of the CIA. She didn't think she could be more powerful than that person.

Finally, we know who has taken action against the Blanco family in the past few days.

In her heart, she suddenly thought of quitting.

Being targeted by those people, even if I can fight them off this time, it is useless. There is a powerful organization behind these guys, and I can't fight them at all.

"Inform your own people."

Sofia looked at Juan and ordered in a deep voice: "Let them retreat. If something goes wrong, we will leave immediately."

"Okay, that CIA?" Juan asked in a low voice:

"Does it need to be killed?"

"If we want to leave, then let him live." Sophia waved her hand and said casually: "I don't want to be chased around the world by those bastards."

"Yeah." Juan nodded and continued to ask:

"gentlemen?"

"There's no need to notify him." Sovia's cold face was illuminated by the flickering gunfire outside the house. She said quietly: "If the CIA comes over, those people will not give up unless they leave something for them."

Outside, gunfire raged.

Ethan walked through the small horse farm and quickly approached the house in the middle.

The rifle in his hand emitted gunfire from time to time.

One after another, figures fell to the ground as his fingers clicked.

There were people hiding in the dark, but with the help of night vision goggles and radar, he was able to dig them out one by one and kill them.

"Bang."

There was an explosion and the battle became more intense.

At the end of their rope, these private guards began to fight back wildly under the command of the Inquisitor.

They didn't know the identity of these people at all, and they didn't even know whether they should surrender. If they were hostile forces, the consequences of surrender might be even worse. Since they couldn't escape now, they could only fight to the death.

"Da da da."

Ahead, flames suddenly burst out.

Ethan moved like a ghost, quickly hid behind a big tree, and took out the grenade on his body.

"boom."

In the distance, crisp gunshots were heard.

The moment the gunfire rang out, the head of the man holding the AK exploded.

Needless to say, this is Catherine's fault.

As everyone rushed inside, she climbed over the wall in order to get a better shooting view.

"How's my marksmanship?"

Catherine's proud voice sounded in the headset.

"good."

Ethan didn't know where she was hiding, so he raised his arm and gave a thumbs up.

"You two."

Phillips' urgent voice sounded: "If you have time to chat, can you support me?"

In the direction in which he and Matt rushed, four or five gunmen formed a crossfire, putting them in a dilemma. They could only stick tightly behind the tree and listen to the bullets flying by. At this time, a rocket fired, then That’s fun.

"Ding."

The grenade ring was pulled out by Ethan: "Come right away and give you some gifts."

As several people rushed inside, the distance between them also kept getting closer. From your direction, you could just see several gunmen hiding in flower beds, houses and low walls.

"Uh-huh."

The grenade was easily thrown dozens of meters away and fell next to the gunmen.

This was just the beginning, three grenades fell one after another.

"Bang bang bang."

Several figures were blown away by the explosion wave.

With severed limbs and splashing blood mist, this scene has an alternative beauty in the light from the villa.

When they heard the gunshots suddenly stop, Matt and Phillips, who were hiding, shifted their positions and quickly dispersed to the side. The last thing they could do now was to stay in one place for too long.

Gradually approaching the middle villa, the difficulty of the attack rises sharply.

The concentrated fire attack by the guards just now has been noticed by others. On the balcony of the second floor of the villa, a black-haired man was carrying an RPG and following Matt's figure, his eyes glowing.

"boom."

On the forehead, there is an extra small hole.

The man's eyes darkened and he fell back, but his fingers were still pressing. With a hiss, the rocket shot up to the ceiling and shattered the corner of the room.

"ah!"

Countless broken bricks and stones fell down with a scream.

"bump."

The man in black fell heavily to the grass, his whole body dripping with blood, and was knocked out of breath. He looked at the crumbling stones on the roof, his eyes becoming desperate.

They all got so slutty that they all lay down.

He could still be hit by someone. His chest rose and fell sharply, and tears of grievance flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"puff."

A stone as big as a man's head fell, smashing the watermelon and causing juice to splash everywhere.

It wasn’t just the stones that fell.

Several figures also fell together.

Ethan put on the magazine and quickly moved out from behind the tree trunk. The AR15 kept firing, killing all the people guarding the roof.

In order to prevent Allen's incident from happening again, he is now firing on all cylinders.

The firearm in his hand was full of bullets.

As long as there was a flash of human figures, several bullets would hit them in an instant.

Within his shooting range, bullets flew out like a storm, and the private guards of the Blanco family fell one after another. In just a few seconds, he killed more than a dozen people with a roar.

As soon as the magazine was empty, he immediately took off the grenade.

His excellent physical fitness allowed him to transform into a bomb-dropping machine. The grenade flew far away and landed exactly where it was supposed to go. Explosions sounded one after another, causing everyone to fall on their backs.

The originally tight defense line was instantly destroyed to pieces.

"Farke!"

Seeing this, Matt cursed excitedly. He looked at Phillips who was hiding next to him: "Where did you know such a motherfucker?"

This level of killing made his scalp numb.

It would be great if he had this kind of person under his command.

"You are the one who messed with Falk."

Before Phillips could speak, Ethan's voice rang in the headset: "If you dare to say bad things about me, be careful. I'll give you a small gift."

Only then did Matt realize that the other party could also hear his words.

Phillips smiled at him and shrugged.

In the distance, Catherine was hiding in the corner of the stable. Looking at the people who were blown away by the bombardment, she smacked her mouth. No wonder the guy just kept stuffing grenades into himself. This attack power was like...

Like, what the hell.

As fast as the wind and as fierce as a tiger.

Thinking of this, she shivered all over and clamped her thighs tightly.

In the front, Ethan replied to Matt, but the movement of his hand did not stop. He pulled out the third spare magazine, slammed it into the magazine well, and then like a violent chainsaw, tore through the defense line. It popped under the swimming pool.

He raised his arm and pointed the gun at the second floor.

A red dress floats.

Behind the glass curtain wall, Sophia was holding two submachine guns and looking over in shock.

Neither of them pulled the trigger.

Even though he was wearing night vision goggles, a bulletproof vest, and a bulletproof helmet, the exposed face and the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth made it easy for Sophia to recognize the guy in front of her.

In her mind, she was using the most vicious Colombian proverbs to curse the bastard in front of her.

After looking for him in the hotel for two days, I didn't expect that when we met again, he burst into his home with a gun, like a savage beast, destroying his home to pieces.

She twitched her nose and put down the two submachine guns.

Red high heels, step forward.

Sophia took a breath and raised her chest high. A gust of night wind poured in from the hole, and the bright red skirt trembled on her body.

Both hands were holding submachine guns.

The cold face looked out the window provocatively.

After hesitating for two seconds, Ethan also lowered the muzzle of the gun, but after all he couldn't bear to pull the trigger.

It's death, it's life.

This time, it's up to her own fate.

In this battle alone, even if she could escape by chance, Sofia Blanco should never be able to make waves again.

The moment Ethan put down the muzzle of the gun, a bright smile appeared on Sovia's face. She threw the submachine gun in her right hand to the ground, pursed her flaming red lips, and blew a kiss below.

She walked quickly and quickly disappeared behind the curtain.

This woman is so crazy.

"It's you."

There was a loud roar.

Further into the swimming pool, on the corridor, the judge held an M249 light machine gun and looked down at Ethan.

One eye was bloodshot.

Unexpectedly, this guy would dare to come to the door.

"ah!!!"

The judge felt aggrieved, filled with grief and anger. He threw away his crutch, roared madly, and pulled the trigger hard.

The three people standing behind him also held AK rifles.

Four gunfires rang out violently.

The bullets struck madly, full of rage.