My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Farke!"

People outside are fighting.

Although Kate was sitting in the car, it did not bring her any sense of security, but made her restless.

Each of these people is more ruthless than the last.

The guy who looks the most handsome is not ambiguous at all when he kills people.

The previous acquaintances were all just illusions.

What they are doing now is no less than massacre. Even though the other party is a sole trader, it is still massacre.

Various thoughts were tangled up and down in my mind.

At this moment, there were soft footsteps coming from behind, and Kate's scalp felt numb. She didn't see anyone walking in that direction just now. She turned around suddenly, and the muzzle of the gun swung with it.

Three bald men with submachine guns appeared in her sight.

Subconsciously, I pressed down hard with my fingers.

The guns of both sides spurted out tongues of fire almost simultaneously.

Kate's eyes widened. She clearly saw a burly bald man in front of him being hit by a gun in her hand, causing a cloud of blood to explode.

A hole of blood and flesh instantly appeared on his face.

Before she could generate any emotion, the other party's rapid rain of bullets made her dodge repeatedly, and she quickly fled to the other side of the car door, turning over and falling in panic.

The opponent's attack was more urgent, and the bullets were thrown all the way to the car body.

The remaining two people were quickly approaching him.

The scarf covering her face gave Kate a strong sense of suffocation. She hurriedly grabbed the gun that had just fallen to the ground. As soon as she raised her head, her pupils shrank violently.

The muzzle of the black hole was already pointed at himself.

"Bang bang."

At the critical moment, two warheads flew one after another.

Kate was shaken by the sound of gunshots, her eyes widened as she watched the two gunmen's heads explode one after another, and their bodies collapsed.

The feeling of escaping death made her heart beat wildly.

It wasn't until she saw Ethan walking out from the side that she put down the gun, lay directly on the ground, and started breathing heavily.

Not caring that the ground was burning hot from the sun, she stared blankly at the blue sky and white clouds.

Chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Get up."

Ethan walked over and stretched out his hand to Kate: "It's not safe yet."

"Snapped."

Kate slapped Ethan's hand away, gritted her teeth, turned over and sat up, and strode back to the car.

When walking, my feet feel fluttery.

At that moment, Kate thought she was going to die. Now she didn't know how to react, and her thoughts were extremely confused.

Ethan shrugged and didn't care.

This guy was obviously frightened, and she probably didn't even know what she was doing.

The gunfire at the scene finally stopped.

They all stood outside Saboban, guns on guard.

But now in this situation, no independent gunman dares to jump out.

According to the normal procedure, only the bailiffs were responsible for the escort. In fact, Du Xiao had already arranged more manpower, but he did not expect that the other party would move out of the delta.

Coupled with Ethan and Sandro, this rescue operation is destined to be fruitless.

"Yo."

Ethan stepped on the bullet casings on the ground and walked to the man with glasses: "With so many people dead, will it be troublesome?"

"Please."

The man with glasses glanced at Ethan and gave a wry smile: "Everyone has been killed, and you are only worried about trouble now."

"Don't worry, this is Juarez."

"This is the most violent city in the world." He shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"This is also the largest transfer station for dope in Mexico. The number of deaths caused by dope violence in a year is always two to three thousand. This scene is nothing."

"Believe me, this doesn't even deserve to make headlines."

Ethan scratched his head and said nothing more.

As expected of rising stars, these people are worthy of making the American law enforcement system fearful of abnormalities.

A trafficker who can be killed in this millstone of death can make people fearful if he goes to conduct business anywhere in the United States.

The road ahead will soon be cleared.

The federal police responsible for sweeping the floor also arrived quickly.

The body was thrown into the car and washed away casually with water, as if nothing happened.

Five tattered Chevrolet Suburbans raised a puff of smoke and dust, quickly rushed into the military base, and stopped one after another in front of the one-story building.

The door closed and everyone got out of the car.

After the dust was blown away by the wind, Ethan pulled the towel off his face.

Throwing a cigarette into his mouth, he watched Guillermo being taken in by the bailiffs. Next, they had to go through some formalities. Once they were done, they could start the interrogation.

"Well done."

The bearded man came over with a gun under his arm and high-fived Ethan cheerfully: "You look like a quarterback, but you fight like a running back, like a sharp bayonet."

"That's right."

The Deltas behind him came forward one after another to give high fives, with very sincere eyes.

People who are hammers naturally tend to believe in the strong. Ethan's performance just now won their true respect.

After Sandro and Ethan fist bumped, they also went in to rest.

Continuous battles had depleted his physical strength rapidly, and now he only felt tired.

"Click."

Ethan lit the cigarette and took a deep breath.

The smoke smelled of blood and gunpowder smoke.

"Hey."

The car door slammed shut, and Kate strode over with long legs, looking menacing: "I have a question to ask you."

"you say."

Ethan chewed his cigarette and spread his hands.

Kate waved her hands and asked emotionally: "Are you the CIA? Do you know what you were doing just now?"

On the road just now, she said nothing.

My psychological quality is pretty good, and I have been able to endure it all the way until now when I started to explode.

"I know."

Ethan nodded and flicked off the cigarette ashes: "I just saved your life."

A simple sentence left Kate speechless.

She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, and her brain was confused.

Seeing her expression, Ethan shrugged.

This is what happens when psychological work is not done properly. When things develop completely unexpectedly, emotions can easily get out of control.

"What's wrong?"

Matt noticed this scene and came over with a smile: "What happened just now is a bit crazy, isn't it? You haven't played like this in the FBI, have you?"

"Waterfa?"

Kate found a breakthrough and turned around excitedly: "You called what just happened a little crazy, and you were just playing around."

"This is a crime. Killing people in public like this. Do you want to provoke a war with Du Xiao?"

"Jesus."

She pointed at Ethan and stammered: "And you, you look like killing someone, what are you doing?"

"I'm just a fucking Hostage Rescue Agent."

Kate's voice became louder and louder, and she danced with excitement: "I'm not a soldier, why do I have to go through this?"

Matt and Ethan both looked at her quietly.

What happened today was indeed a bit exciting for this woman, and it was normal to be emotional.

After venting for half a minute, Kate stopped talking.

Her fingers were still trembling.

"You need to calm down."

Matt said with a half-smile: "This is war. It didn't start from me, and it won't end from my hands."

"You know why you're going through this."

He wagged his finger at Kate and said, "This is your choice, remember?"

Kate was once again left speechless.

But thinking about what just happened, her chest rose and fell sharply, and she still couldn't calm down.

"Destroy this independence trafficking network."

Matt turned around and walked into the base: "This is my goal, and it is also your goal. You just need to know that our goals are the same, and that's fine."

"so."

Looking at his leaving figure, Kate murmured: "Does it not matter what means you use to do it?"

With her hands on her hips, she stared blankly at the ground.

A gust of wind blew, crackling sand and dust hit his face, and his eyelashes fluttered gently.

Thanks to Brother Beimowang Langyan for your reward and support, thank you!