My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

On the streets of Chicago late at night, a large van was driving smoothly.

There was only one person in the cab, and the driver held the steering wheel with both hands.

Wearing a duckbill hat and unshaven beard.

The brim of the hat is so low that you can barely see your face.

After turning a corner, he slowly stepped on the brakes, turned around and slapped the window a few times: "The robbers are here."

"Uh-huh."

The window was opened, revealing Ethan's face.

Through this viewing angle, I could just see the sign of the strip club not far ahead. Next to the gate, two security guards were holding walkie-talkies and yawning out of boredom.

"knew."

Ethan replied to Olinsky and closed the window again.

In the carriage, everyone from the intelligence team was present.

Five pairs of bright eyes looked at him. It was their first time doing this kind of thing, and they were all a little excited and apprehensive.

"action."

Ethan pulled off the black hood and put on the light gray swimming goggles.

Not only him, but the rest of the people also made the same move.

All the equipment is carried on your back.

There was no need to say anything more now. Ethan pushed open the tailgate of the van with an AK and took the lead to jump out.

Others followed one after another and got out of the car.

"Bang bang."

Antonio got out of the car last. After closing the door, he punched the car twice.

The van didn't stop any longer and drove away quickly.

"spread."

Ethan waved his arms and gave orders hastily.

The six people were divided into two teams, one on the left and one on the right, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"Oh~~~"

The man in the black suit yawned and took out his cigarette case out of boredom: "Mine is broken. Do you have a lighter?"

"Fakeyu."

The mustache next to him looked at his phone and said without raising his head: "Every time I finish my shift with you, my lighter disappears. Just smoke it in the air, you bastard."

"Please."

The man in the black suit chuckled, stepped forward and hugged the mustache: "Isn't it just a disposable lighter?"

"No, I've seen through you."

The mustache flatly refused and looked at the black suit with disdain.

While the two were noisy, there was a rush of footsteps.

It sounded like there were a lot of people running quickly up the steps, heading straight for them.

As for it, it’s just like I’ve never been out to play.

The mustache shifted his gaze with disdain and looked towards the place where the sound came from. His throat rolled and his legs shook violently as if he was electrocuted.

The black muzzle of the gun went straight to his forehead.

"do not move."

Ethan held up the AK and said in a low voice: "If you cooperate, you don't have to die."

The voice was cold and murderous.

The man in the black suit on the other side also had a shotgun put to his head by Horsted, but Horsted didn't know what to say as a robber, so he could only hold the gun in embarrassment.

As everyone knows, this look is even more terrifying.

The smell of urine suddenly filled the air.

Atwater reacted quickly and grabbed the zip tie and rushed towards Mustache. Rusek was one step behind. He looked at the wet pants in his black suit and cursed in his heart.

But there was no choice but to tie up the opponent's hands and feet.

After completing these actions quickly, he was so angry that he kicked the opponent hard, and then rushed inside with the others.

"The tickets are."

The black-haired woman had just finished speaking, then she raised her hands with a swipe.

Ethan ignored her and rushed inside.

Inside the Angel Strip Club, it was still as lively and festive as last night, and the swing hanging from the ceiling continued to sway as if it didn't know how to stop.

A group of men in black poured out of the passage.

Erin excitedly picked up the shotgun and shouted: "Everyone get down."

"Robbery."

The songs are played and the dances are danced.

Since it was her first time doing this kind of thing, Erin was a little nervous, and her shouts were a little broken.

The sound was not loud and was quickly drowned in the music.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, even though she was wearing a hood, she felt her face suddenly turn red, and she scratched her head in embarrassment.

Depend on.

Ethan cursed secretly, these people.

When it comes to doing serious work, everything is broken down, and the mentality still hasn't changed. It's too amateurish.

He had no choice but to lift the AK up and pull the trigger suddenly.

"Bang bang bang~"

Flames flickered and gunshots exploded.

This movement immediately stopped the movements of everyone inside, and the dancer who was flying around the pole almost fell.

"Everyone squat down."

Ethan fired a few more shots and shouted loudly: "No moving, no screaming!"

The few people standing behind him reacted quickly.

Rusek swallowed excitedly, picked up the shotgun and rushed towards the manager in front of him. He thought the sound was too noisy, so he sprayed it at the stereo on the wall:

"Don't move around, squat."

Ethan rushed forward, jumped up, and stood on the bar.

The six people pounced at their original positions. After a burst of gunfire, the club became silent.

These people, what they look like.

At first glance, it is clear that he is not a novice, and no one dares to make mistakes.

All the security personnel were vaguely pointed at gunpoint, and they could only squat down obediently, not daring to make any movement.

"Listen, don't hurt my guest."

The club manager was dragged to the bar by Rusek and Atwater. He raised his hands and said in horror: "I will cooperate with you. Don't shoot. There are tens of thousands of dollars in the safe behind."

He swallowed and trembled:

"Take all your money and I promise not to call the police."

"bump."

Ethan jumped forward and landed in front of the club manager: "You bastard, am I here for money?"

"Bang."

The butt of the gun swung hard and hit him hard in the stomach:

"take away."

"ah!!!"

Screams, moving quickly in the club hall.

Rusek and the other two grabbed the club manager and ran toward the corner.

The others followed and quickly gathered in.

However, the various guns in their hands were still aimed at the security personnel in the club, leaving no chance for them.

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan pointed at the ceiling and fired a few more shots: "Don't move around. Keep your head down. If you want to die, raise your head."

Two men in black suits lay obediently next to them.

Ethan lowered the muzzle of his gun and fired another shot at the ground, which made them tremble all over, and then they ran along the passage.

After such a warning, we can buy some time.

He quickly caught up with the few people in front of him, and all the small rooms he passed were silent. No one would be stupid and run out to take a shot at this time.

"I wonder what you heard?"

The club manager regained his composure and was so shocked that he was sweating profusely: “I don’t have what you want here.”

"Yeah?"

Antonio stepped forward quickly and tore off the maintenance tape.

Without stopping, he flew up and kicked the standard wooden door of the bathroom inward: "Why do I think you will have what I want?"

The goal is clear, come straight here.

On the way, there was not even a moment of hesitation.

"Farke."

The club manager cursed and lost all hope.