My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Max's eyes were darting around, and he was clutching the bag with both hands.

Standing here for a while.

He nervously watched the crowds coming and going, and then looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was three o'clock in five minutes.

His bladder was sore, but he didn't dare to leave.

There is no way, he has had this problem since he was a child. Whenever he feels nervous, he will want to pee.

But when he looked at the man sitting far away reading the newspaper, he didn't move even an inch. If he ran away at this time and spoiled this bastard's good deeds, Marx doubted that he would be beaten to death.

Thinking of this, he touched his ribs secretly. These bastards were really cruel.

These plainclothes notes are not from people.

The corners of Max's mouth twitched and he kept mumbling.

A tall figure quietly emerged from behind several tourists. The man was wearing a peaked cap and a thin coat, and even his full beard had been shaved off.

It looked like he had become a different person.

"Gregory."

Marx looked at the man in surprise and said loudly: "Why do you have to shave off your beard? I can hardly recognize you."

After a lot of changes, it is really difficult to recognize it if you are not an acquaintance.

Marx also deliberately spoke louder to remind the Chicago police that their desired target had arrived at the scene.

"Attention everyone."

Ethan looked diagonally across from the corner of his eye and said into the microphone: "A suspected target has appeared."

"About six feet tall, blue cap."

"Jeans, red jacket, no beard. Note, the target has shaved off his beard."

His words were meant for those who could not see them.

Don't accidentally injure civilians.

"There are too many people here." Ethan glanced again and continued: "Don't rush to take action, wait for the opportunity."

Hearing the words in the headset, Hank immediately got out of Iveco.

He quickly crossed the flower bed next to it and carefully approached the waiting hall. He took out the Glock from his waist and covered it with his coat.

"I'm not an idiot like you."

Gregory touched his bald chin, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Aren't you even willing to change your hairstyle?"

"hehe."

Marx forced a laugh and asked in turn: "Is there any problem on your side?"

"No problem." Passing by a pair of tour groups, Gregory stepped in and said, "Let's go, the boat is already waiting, we will leave immediately."

As soon as the tall and strong body approached, Max suddenly panicked.

He knew clearly how cruel his partner was. Now his position was different and his state of mind was also different.

The other party will not show mercy at all when killing traitors.

He swallowed, his body swayed slightly, and he didn't know what was going on, but suddenly a sentence came out of his mouth:

"Have you brought all your things?"

When speaking, eyes wander

Coupled with this meaningless sentence, Gregory's alarm bells immediately started ringing.

There is something wrong with this attitude, and there is no logic at all in what they say. They have always been in charge of their own affairs. Whether or not they take things with them has nothing to do with Marx.

"Um."

He nodded calmly and waved for Max to start.

The two of them walked outside one after the other.

Gregory's eyes were sharp and he scanned the entire waiting hall.

Inadvertently, his eyes collided with Atwater's.

Seeing this, the latter quickly looked away and turned his head to look in another direction. As soon as he avoided looking, Atwater's heart beat several times.

Doesn't his behavior prove that there is something wrong in his heart?

As soon as his annoyance arose, Gregory in the distance showed a fierce look and stared at the back of Marx's head.

I was careful, but this bastard brought me the note.

With a swing of his arm, he pulled out the gun from behind his waist.

Without a word of nonsense, Gregory breathed heavily, pointed the pistol at Marx, and pulled the trigger with his finger.

"boom."

A wisp of blood splashed upward.

Marx was driven by the impact of the bullet and fell down hard. With a trace of regret, he slowly closed his eyelids.

There are at least a hundred people here.

The sudden sound of gunshots stopped everyone's movements for a moment.

"ah!!!"

"Bang bang bang~"

Accompanied by high-pitched screams, Gregory quickly pulled the trigger several times at the ceiling, trying to create greater chaos.

In the running crowd, he bent down and rushed forward quickly.

In two or three moves, he picked up the bag in Marx's hand, stooped low, and rushed outside along with the crowd.

"Chicago police."

Ethan jumped up from the chair and quickly chased after him: "Everyone, get down and stop running around."

If you want to raise your gun, there are panicked people in front of you.

"Farke."

He cursed secretly and pushed someone away.

In other directions, other people also roared and spread their legs to catch up.

No one obeyed orders in the face of the risk of being shot.

These people all rushed outside in a chaotic manner, and the scene was a mess. If Ethan hadn't locked onto Gregory on the radar, there would be no idea where he had gone.

Outside, gunshots were heard.

Erin and Horsted looked at each other, immediately pulled out their pistols, and ran along the lawn toward the waiting hall.

Hank next to him also quickened his pace a little.

Arriving near the glass door, he immediately locked onto his target. A tall man was bending down and rushing out from the crowd.

"Gregory."

There were people in front of him, so Hank couldn't shoot. He could only roar, hoping to influence the other person's judgment and make him make the wrong decision.

This roar, and the two men running over with guns in front, made Gregory instantly realize that the police had set up a circle here. In the flash of lightning, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the side.

"Ah~"

With a scream, an Asian woman was caught in his arms.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the woman's head.

"Let her go." Shouts rang out one after another, and Eileen and Horsted arrived one after another, pointing guns at Gregory: "You can't run away, throw away the guns and surrender."

This formation scared the people around them and they squatted down one after another.

"Don't come close."

A corner of Gregory's head was revealed as he huddled behind the Asian girl: "Otherwise, I will kill this Bi..."

"boom."

The hammer came down and hit the primer hard.

The warhead carried a ball of flame and spun out of the barrel at high speed.

The distance of more than ten meters passed in an instant.

"Bang."

A small hole suddenly appeared between Gregory's eyebrows, and when the back of his head was lifted, red and white splashed all over the floor.

Most of the people present turned their heads in unison.

These people looked in the direction of the gunfire. In their shocked eyes, Ethan swung the python revolver, turned it around, and stuffed it into the holster.

What is needed is a chance to take action.