My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Inside the house, it was a mess.

Although when the grenade explodes, it won't burst into flames like in the movie.

But the destructive power it caused was also astonishing.

All kinds of expensive furniture, screens, and furnishings were blown to pieces, and the Persian carpets were also covered in bloodstains and mutilated limbs.

The three of them rushed in and fired their guns at the same time.

The few people who were knocked over by the explosion howled in pain and were quickly taken away by bullets.

None of them are merciful.

When he fired the gun, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but his heart became even calmer.

From the other direction, after several consecutive roars, Matt and Phillips also rushed in. Those who stayed on the first floor were cleared away in a short time.

After a bloody battle, everyone finally gathered together.

"Huh~"

Phillips wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed: "It's still a job abroad, which is more relaxing."

Everyone showed a smile and did not answer.

Ethan looked at the radar and found a total of six people hiding upstairs.

Downstairs, there are four.

Without waiting for Matt to speak, Ethan turned up the night vision goggles and directly gave the order: "Jonathan, Sandro, you and Phillips go upstairs."

"Be careful, there are still many people hiding in the room."

"Don't take risks, use grenades to clear the way."

No one said anything when being directed by him. Sometimes, it was the strong ones who had the final say.

The three men, armed with firearms, carefully went upstairs.

When walking, there is still a faint retreating posture. The opponent also has heavy firepower, so be ready to escape at any time.

Matt looked at Ethan, waiting for the next step.

At this time, the right to speak was taken away, and he was not dissatisfied at all. The other party had just done the workload of two or three people on his side, which was simply the combat power of a CIA assault team.

In other words, more intense.

Now, as long as the large area is under your control, it will be fine.

Ethan glanced at the radar, pursed his lips, and the two of them rushed toward the kitchen.

The remaining two people on the first floor are hiding here. If they cannot be confirmed to be innocent, they must remove their force. There is no risk of being shot in the back.

After a few gunshots, they moved to the stairs to the first floor.

There was a rumble upstairs.

It felt like the floor was shaking slightly.

Matt didn't lag behind the others. He pulled out the grenade ring and threw it down. Since they didn't hide the sound of their footsteps, at this time, a grenade flew up from below.

Ethan swung it with his kick, and the grenade retreated faster.

"Bang bang."

After the two explosions, Ethan looked at Matt lying on the ground with a half-smile on his face.

"Um."

Matt coughed dryly and pointed to the side: "I was checking to see if there were any enemies in that direction."

"That's right." Ethan shrugged and walked down the stairs holding the AR15:

"I believe you are."

The two people squatting below had been blown over. One of them had lost his breath. The other guy howled and crawled forward desperately, dragging his broken leg.

"it's okay no problem."

Ethan walked forward quickly, stepped on his back, and lowered the muzzle of his gun:

"Don't worry, it won't hurt soon."

"boom."

The gunfire disappeared in a flash.

"You." Matt wanted to say something, but then shook his head: "Are you interested?"

"Not interested in."

Before he could finish his words, Ethan flatly refused, raised his gun, and walked slowly along the corridor: "Don't think I don't know about the perverted tests and inspections in your department."

"Oh oh oh."

In the headset, Catherine and Jonathan's dissatisfied protests sounded one after another.

"What kind of perverted test?"

"If you do this, we will sue you for defamation."

"Please." Ethan leaned against the wall and said with a smile: "According to your normal gameplay, will you send a few people to suddenly attack me to test my ability to resist interrogation?"

"Guess what will happen?"

"Gudu."

I don’t know who it was, but the sound of swallowing was heard.

After a burst of fierce gunfire, Phillips said cheerfully: "If something like that happens, I would really like to take a look. It will definitely be very interesting."

The interrogation resistance test is very fun.

A few people will be arranged to pretend to be gangsters and kidnap the newcomers.

During this period, environmental, psychological, and physical means will be used to inhumanely torture the newcomers and test their weaknesses.

Phillips would really like to see this kind of thing.

If the person sent for testing is killed by the group, what will happen to the CIA people?

"Fakeyu."

Matt cursed at the old man, rubbed his nose and said nothing.

The two of them came to a room.

Ethan stopped and waved, and Matt took a step back and picked up the gun in his hand.

"bump."

He kicked hard and threw the ajar door inside.

Matt turned sideways and snapped his finger on the trigger.

"don't want."

Ethan saw the short blond hair and stretched out his hand like lightning, slapping the gun in Matt's hand.

"Bang bang bang."

The gun muzzle burst into flames, and the bullets flew diagonally across a bed inside, leaving a row of bullet holes in the wall.

"Fakemi."

Matt let go of the trigger and swallowed hard.

Inside, it looks like an operating room.

A man covered in bandages was lying on the bed, his mouth was sealed, and he was making a grunting sound in excitement.

"Alan!"

Matt looked at the man and shouted his name in shock.

I thought he was completely dead, but I didn't expect to find his whereabouts here. It seemed that he was rescued by people from the Blanco family.

As for why he was rescued, the answer is self-evident.

"What Allen?"

Jonathan's urgent voice sounded in the headset.

"Alan is fine, he is still alive." Matt calmed down and said hurriedly: "Continue the mission, don't be distracted."

He turned back and looked at Ethan:

"You go in and search first, and I'll check on Allen's condition."

"clear."

Ethan nodded. After all, they were the other party's subordinates, and care was the first priority.

Matt was left alone and walked inside alone.

For him, catching the inquisitor is the top priority. Now that there is no Matt, Ethan doesn't have to pretend to search rooms one by one and quickly walk inside along the corridor.

One layer below, leaving only a point of light.

I don’t know where Sophia is hiding, maybe upstairs.

But that’s fine, Ethan doesn’t want to make a choice again.

Turning the corner, his pupils shrank and his body jerked back, but he did not receive the expected attack.

He gritted his teeth and flew out.

The muzzle of the gun was raised and pointed forward motionlessly. His footsteps moved slowly and his breathing became rapid.

At the end of the passage is a gate.

Inside the gate, there was a suffocating sight.

Under the bright light, there are stacks of banknotes wrapped in transparent film, piled up like a mountain. On the hill two or three meters high, they are all green dollars, which is shocking.

The judge, sitting on the banknotes.

He made a place for himself, as if he were sitting on a throne.