My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Dark night, back alley.

drizzle.

The bald man touched his head and muttered.

The dog that was crouching on the ground seemed to feel something and stood up a little restlessly.

It sniffed a few times and let out a dull roar from its throat.

"Quiet!"

The mustache tugged hard on the rope to stop its movement.

He licked his thick lips and looked at the other two people: "That's it. Let's go to the North District tomorrow to get some money, and then go to Milwaukee to hide for a while."

"I have a cousin who is doing well there."

"Fine."

Although the flower headscarf was dissatisfied, he still agreed to come down.

With everyone else gone, there was no point in staying alone in Chicago. It was better to go to Milwaukee to find something to do.

"Hoho~"

The dog on the ground looked even more anxious, barking fiercely in the direction of the alley.

There is an extremely familiar atmosphere there.

"what's your name?"

Mustache cursed and used force on his hands: "Don't worry, I'll get you something to eat later."

"Let's go." The raindrops continued to hit his head. The bald man shrank his neck and said impatiently: "If you have anything to do, we can talk about it tomorrow. Damn it, I should have killed that Bichi directly last time."

Only Huatan felt something was wrong and looked outside in the direction of the barking dog.

Pupils suddenly contracted.

I saw a thin figure wearing a hoodie appearing at the entrance of the alley.

He clenched his fists and shouted sternly:

"Who the hell are you?"

Hearing the shouts, the other two people also turned their heads and looked outside.

The dog leash in the little beard's hand tugged and tugged, and the big dog looked very excited and eager to try.

That person is very weird.

He made no sound, just stood quietly, letting the raindrops fall on him.

They haven't been afraid of anyone here, but they didn't expect that someone would dare to provoke them. Mustache let go of the dog leash with a grin, and shouted hurriedly:

"Bite~"

With a command, the fierce dog rushed out like an arrow from a string.

The three old black men laughed in unison, waiting for the man to run away and scream.

I never get tired of this kind of thing.

The next moment, several people were stunned. The dog that pounced on did not make any biting movements. Instead, it whimpered a few times, walked around the thin figure twice, and then lay down on the spot.

Bain didn't look at the dog at his feet, but reached out and pulled down his hood.

The rain soon wetted her blond hair.

His pale face looked inside, his eyes filled with the flames of revenge.

Everyone inside deserves to die.

"Yo."

The flower turban took a few steps forward and shouted in surprise: "Still a Bichi, what kind of luck is this today."

The mustache's eyes were a little confused.

He took a few glances and thought of something: "Xie Te, it's that Bichi."

The sounds of blue pools reminded Bain of what happened that night. Her eyes were about to burst, and she suddenly raised the hand behind her back, and a Glock appeared in front of several people, with a few drops of water on it.

"Farke."

Hua Turban saw the gun in the other person's hand and cursed secretly.

Alarm bells blared in his head, and he quickly lifted up his clothes to reach for the gun stuck in his waistband.

"ah!!!"

Bain let out a low growl and pulled the trigger first.

"Bang bang bang."

Warheads spurted out of the barrel with vengeful fireworks, smashing into drops of rainwater and falling on the flower turban.

The bright red flowers keep blooming.

Violent gunshots resounded through the back alley of the apartment, and the lights above went out.

Although Bain's marksmanship was poor, she still beat Hua Turban to death under fire. Her anger had already gone to her head, and even though the opponent had fallen down, she could not control herself and continued to pull the trigger.

She didn't notice the movements of the other two people at all.

The moment they saw each other flashing gunfire, the mustache and the bald man had completely different reactions.

The former ran away, while the latter quickly touched his back.

However, they met the same result.

Two crisp gunshots rang out from behind Bain, and the bullets flew out one after another, left and right, and landed on the knees of the two men with a bang. The bones and broken flesh exploded into two masses of blood mist.

"Farke."

Mustache screamed and fell forward to the ground.

The bridge of his nose collapsed instantly, and his two front teeth were swallowed into his mouth. The salty smell made him cough violently.

As soon as the big bald man grabbed the gun, he fell over.

He was shot in the leg, and the severe pain made him roll back and forth on the ground.

The pistol fell to the side, but the bald man didn't care. He held his knees tightly, his vision went black, and he roared with force.

Some people are like this. When they face that kind of pain, they can't bear it at all.

The rain is getting heavier.

Bain shook his short blond hair, and his wet hair showed a streak of water.

She gasped and looked behind her, her arms shaking.

"Go on."

Ethan put down the gun and said calmly: "Don't stop."

This time, he came here not to stop the other party, but to help her check for her shortcomings and avoid causing trouble.

There are some deep-seated grievances that need to be vented by oneself.

So Bain endured it again and again. After seeing the scars on her body that day, Ethan made up his mind to help her get revenge, otherwise, he would bring a group of people here this time.

Killing these people is easy for me.

But that won't help her get out. Likewise, sending these people to court won't help Bain get out.

Some grudges must be washed away with her own blood.

"Thanks."

Bain whispered his thanks and strode forward again.

The hatred has not subsided yet.

The bald man had just recovered from the severe pain when he saw Bain striding closer with overwhelming hatred. His body was as thin as a mountain.

This person was once beaten like a sandbag by me.

Looking at the gun in the opponent's hand, the bald man moved back in horror and said quickly:

"No, please."

"Please, I know it was wrong and I shouldn't have done that to you."

"I have a little kid at home."

Killing intent flashed in Bain's eyes. She slowly raised her arm and said with overwhelming anger, "Do you know? I once had a child."

"When you hit me in the stomach with the stick, that child became what he once was."

"Shet."

The bald man looked at Bain's belly, and he didn't know whether his eyes were filled with regret or hatred.

"Bang bang bang~~~"

Bain stopped talking nonsense, held the gun with both hands, and pulled the trigger with all his strength.

There were more than ten bullets in the magazine, all poured out.

The bald old black man followed the movements of her fingers and his body kept shaking until his chest was blasted into a hornet's nest. Then he twitched a few times and died.

"Yeah, yeah~~~"

Bain was still clicking the trigger, and she was like a mute, shouting.

The sound is not loud, but it sounds creepy.

The grief and anger are mixed with endless pain.

"okay."

Ethan stepped forward and pressed the empty Glock.

"hurry up."

He pinched Bain's face and said in a deep voice, "Maybe someone has already called the police."

"Um."

Bain's eyes were red and she was breathing heavily.

The two of them looked to the side at the same time.

Being stared at by them, Mustache trembled all over.

He crawled to the side crazily, grabbed a wooden stick and waved it wildly, shouting: "Come on, Fakeyu, Bichi, I'm not afraid of you."

"Even if I die, I will become a ghost and haunt you for the rest of my life."

These words did not scare Bain at all.

She gritted her teeth and was about to take out the spare magazine from her satchel. Now she just wanted to send the other person to hell.

"don't want."

Ethan stopped her movement and held out the Beretta M9 in his hand: "Just use this one."

Although Bain didn't understand, she didn't refuse the kindness.

She took the pistol, gritted her teeth and pointed it at her mustache, with her index finger on the trigger: "Asshole, go to hell!!!"

"ah!"

The mustache waved his arms with hatred, the wooden stick whirled and flew towards him.

Bain easily dodged the wooden stick attack, then roared and pulled the trigger, firing out all the anger without any hesitation.

Mustache was hit by bullets one after another, but he still wanted to hold his neck and look over.

Bane turned the muzzle of his gun and shot his eyeball out.

After a series of intensive gunshots, only violent gasps were left at the scene.

The patter of rain suddenly became heavier and fell with crackling sounds. Bain put down his pistol with a confused expression, then closed his eyes and let the cold water droplets hit his face.

After all this was done, she felt empty inside, but also very fulfilled.

It seems that something has been lost and something has been gained.

Looking at the several corpses on the ground, Ethan shrugged, feeling completely calm.

"Give me the gun."

He took all the two firearms from Bain's hand, wiped off any possible fingerprints with his clothes, then put her Glock into Mustache's hand, and his own M9 into Huatou's hand.

If this wasn't enough, I picked up all the dropped bullet casings.

According to the location of the three people, abandon them separately.

Everything was going to create a scene of internal strife between a few people, and it was only finished after a few minutes.

Bain didn't know what to do, so she could only watch. The other party's skillful and crisp movements gave her an extremely weird feeling. This was by no means the first time this guy had done such a thing.

After checking it again, Ethan nodded with satisfaction.

With his own ability, there was no big problem in setting up a shooting scene, but with the rain, it was difficult for anyone to see the real situation.

"Let's go."

He breathed a sigh of relief and held out his hand to Bane.

"Um."

The latter put on his hoodie, grabbed the dog leash, and then held Ethan's hand.

Two people and a dog quickly left the crime scene through the reddish rain. In the distance, the sound of police sirens could be vaguely heard approaching.

After crossing two streets, he stopped.

Bain panted and let go of his hand, laughing broadly.

"Thanks."

She thanked him excitedly and gave Ethan a big hug: "You seem to be a bad policeman, but I know you are a good person."

I helped you, but I still cursed you.

Ethan rolled his eyes and shook his head helplessly: "How do you feel now?"

"Hahaha, it's very relaxing." Bain opened his arms and turned around a few times: "It's never been easier. This is exactly what I need. Thank you, policeman."

I don't know if it's tears or rain in my eyes.

However, she showed a relaxed smile that Ethan had never seen before.

"That's good."

Ethan nodded and added again: "Go and live your normal life from now on."

"Some things are not games."

"Even if it's a game, it's not something you can afford."

Thinking of the feeling of being pointed at a gun just now, Bain shivered. The people he killed before were too easy and easy.

It gave her the illusion that as long as she had a gun in her hand, she would be full of infinite power.

But what just happened made her realize.

In front of a truly capable person, he is nothing. He doesn't even have a chance to touch a gun, and he will be killed easily.

"I see."

Bain smiled with tears in his eyes: "This time, it's true."

The love was always fake before. Ethan curled his fingers angrily and gave her a blow. After explaining a few more words, he watched Bain walk forward, one person and one dog, and slowly disappeared into the rainy night.

Since we wanted to create the illusion of internal strife just now, the guns of the two people must be left behind.

The previous cases could also be framed on Mustache.

one stone two bird.

Just now, I was explaining her follow-up operations. When the time comes, she only needs to pretend to recognize one of the people.

After looking around, Ethan quickly left.

Returning to the parking place, he changed his clothes and the Cadillac roared towards Chinatown.

The music is soothing and the aroma is captivating.

The Cadillac car key shines brightly in the candlelight.

"Ding ding ding."

The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone breaks the peaceful atmosphere.

"Don't stop."

Ethan motioned to the Eastern European girl to continue her actions and grabbed the cell phone next to her:

"Hey, this is Morgan."

"Boss."

There was some noise on the other side of the phone, and the tone was excited: "We didn't catch the wrong person today, and now we have an unexpected surprise. Where are you?"

Rusek gave an address and asked himself to go there quickly.

As he spoke, he pretended to be mysterious.

Ethan curled his lips and put down the phone. Knowing some things in advance would make it no longer fun.

"That's it."

He nodded to the Eastern European girl and said, "I have something to do and I have to leave first. Please stop. Thank you for your hard work."

The skin is delicate and the whole person is full of vitality.

And the training was quite good, and Ethan was very satisfied.

"Uh-huh."

The blonde girl showed a happy smile and moved her sore mouth.

Quickly walked to the side and picked up the small wooden basin.

"Wow."

The towel soaked in warm water was grabbed and water splashed out.

Old God Ethan stood on the ground with a cigarette in his mouth. After it was wiped clean, he grabbed his clothes and with a snap, the pentagonal silver badge fell out of it and rolled to the feet of the Eastern European girl.

Looking at the police badge, she was stunned.

Subconsciously, he protected his shiny body with an extremely anxious look.

"Please."

Ethan laughed and puffed out smoke: "It's just a job."

"It seems so." The Eastern European girl thought of something. She smiled like a silver tooth, bent down and grabbed the police badge and handed it to Ethan: "But handsome police officers like you are really rare."

"Thanks."

Ethan took the police badge and hung it on his belt: "Just wait, I'll be back in about an hour."