My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the wilderness, the sound of gunfire spread far away.

Several people were knocked over in front of his eyes, and bright red water mist rose up.

Seeing this kind of scene, the bald man's head was pounding.

"Haha~"

Looking at Diaz running back, Ethan grinned.

You kid, run faster than a bullet?

His finger pressed down on the trigger, and a string of bullets flew out, sending puffs of smoke and dust out of the soil in front of Diaz.

"Farke."

With an excessive curse, Diaz stopped abruptly.

He raised his hands high and shouted something loudly, which was urgent and full of fear and warning.

"Shua~~~"

The bald man stepped on the brakes hard, and after the tires rubbed violently on the gravel-covered wasteland for a distance, he suddenly stopped.

Ethan's body holding the gun shook a few times.

"I've done what you wanted."

He released his hands from the steering wheel, looked ahead, and continued shouting in Spanish: "Please, I will pretend that nothing happened. I still have it at home."

"puff."

Sandro pressed the silencer against his bald head and squeezed the trigger.

The bullet flew out and brought down the criminal policeman instantly.

Without even bothering to look, Sandro pushed open the passenger door, stretched his numb thighs before jumping out.

"Shet."

The flying object splashed onto Ethan's gloves, and he shouted helplessly: "You guys are so disgusting."

Looking at the driver whose head was tilted against the window, Ethan shook his head and got out of the car.

"Do you know who I am?"

Diaz raised his hands in the air and yelled, "You want money?"

"I can give you whatever you want."

Sandro strode over to search him, threw away a pistol on him, and punched the man in the stomach: "Diaz, of course I know you, but do you know me?"

"ah!"

A heavy punch made Diaz cry out in pain.

He knelt down on one knee in pain and coughed violently, feeling as if his intestines were about to be interrupted.

Then his hair was grabbed again, and he raised his head in pain.

"Sandro."

Seeing the person in front of him, Diaz forgot about the pain and his pupils contracted violently: "Is it you?"

"Yes, it's me."

Sandro put the silencer against Diaz's eyes and said sternly: "Two options. First, you take me to Fausto and I will let your family go."

"Second, I will find your family."

"What happens to my family, I will do to your family twice as much, come on, make your choice."

He spoke with overwhelming hatred.

No matter what he chooses, Diaz will die. The only thing he can do is to choose to save Fausto or save his family.

Looking into the other person's eyes, Diaz knew that there was no chance of his surviving.

As a competitor, he knew what happened to the other party, and he also understood that there was no room for redemption in the hatred between them. Money was meaningless to the person in front of him, and no one was short of money.

"I see."

Diaz said in a cold sweat: "I will take you to Fausto, but you must swear to your family that you will not touch my family members."

"Bang."

Sandro knocked him over with a knee, then stepped on his neck: "No problem, I swear."

"Hmm~"

Diaz was trampled so hard that he could only let out a muffled groan.

After a few seconds, Sandro released his foot.

He wiped the sweat off his face and nodded to Ethan, who was standing behind and smoking silently.

"Then hurry up."

Ethan immediately threw the gun behind his back and pointed it at the several corpses on the ground.

Although this place is remote, it is not ruled out that there will be passing vehicles. The scene must be cleaned up briefly so as not to leave too many traces.

Sandro tied up Diaz first, and then moved the body with Ethan.

It was great when he was shooting, but he frowned when he was packing up. After throwing the corpses into the grass on the roadside, Ethan sighed and sat in the police SUV splattered with blood.

He drove a short distance outside to hide it.

After everything was done, they got into the Ford van again, using the same method of holding the other party hostage.

Diaz pulled out some tissues and wiped his face clean.

He took a few deep breaths, then started the vehicle and left. The light and shadow dispersed, and there were only blood stains and empty bullet casings on the ground to witness what had just happened.

Even if someone passes by, they will pretend they didn't see it.

This kind of thing is common in the border areas of Mexico.

After asking that it would take more than half an hour to reach the place, Ethan lowered the window and silently smoked the cigarette in his hand, watching the smoke disperse in the dark night, soothing his nervous nerves.

By this time, Matt and Kate should have finished their work.

The seized items may be being transported back.

This time so many people are involved, and more people are involved in all aspects.

So Matt is not easy to operate. He can't count on the money he just took off the car, but he has already taken enough, so he can't be too greedy.

Thinking of this, he grinned.

Time passed by, and Sandro's breathing became increasingly hot.

From time to time, images of discovering that his family members were murdered flashed through his mind, and then he recalled that when he was playing with his daughter, her laughter sounded like silver bells, and various images were mixed and intertwined.

The hand holding the gun trembled.

"Sandro."

A sharp shout came, waking him up.

"Um?"

He quickly raised his head, breathing rapidly, and his back was instantly soaked with sweat.

"You need to calm down."

Looking at Sandro's bloodshot eyes, Ethan said solemnly: "Otherwise, I will knock you out and throw you to the side of the road. I will come back and give it to you after I take Fausto's head."

There was something very wrong with this guy just now, and the hand holding the gun kept shaking.

The swinging gun muzzle frightened Diaz.

Such a mental state is not a good thing considering what he has to do later.

"Feel sorry."

Sandro swallowed, threw a few pieces of gum into his mouth, and chewed hard: "Don't worry, what just happened won't happen again."

"Snapped."

After speaking, he slapped himself hard on the face.

The whole person suddenly woke up.

Ethan nodded and said nothing more, just because he was afraid that people would not know. Now it seems that he still knows what he is doing.

After Sandro came to his senses, he began to ask about the security arrangements where Fausto lived.

Diaz also basically knew the situation inside.

He made no secret of this.

He told everything about the situation, and finally begged Sandro to let go of his family. If some things didn't happen to him, he wouldn't know the pain.

Now, Diaz knows that fear.

As the vehicle drove quickly, it soon came to a large manor.

The cameras that appeared every once in a while on the wall outside, as well as the high-voltage power grid on the wall, made Ethan lower his body lower.

Using Diaz to sneak in is really clever.

Otherwise, it would be a big trouble just to enter, let alone how to find this rather hidden manor.

Diaz turned the wheel and drove in from the private road.

The large villa not far away was brightly lit. After many twists and turns, we finally arrived at the place.

Testing the equipment on his body again, Ethan also broke out in a thin sweat.

I feel my body is slightly hot and a little excited.

After turning a corner, the car slowed down, he also lowered the window and pulled out the Glock stuck in his chest.

The black muffler slowly stretched out.

A dark shadow flashed out from behind a big tree in front, and then the light of the flashlight flickered over.

The sentry guy held a submachine gun in front of him and a walkie-talkie in his hand.

"There's another person behind the tree."

Diaz stopped the vehicle. In order to ask the other party to let his family go, he cooperated very well and said in a voice that could be heard by the people in the car: "If you want to take action, make sure to kill that person too."

"Sir, you are back."

As Mingshao approached them, he raised his hand to say hello: "Is everything going well?"

Sandro, who was squatting under the seat, heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. He pressed the pistol to Diaz's stomach, telling him to get rid of him quickly.

"That's not the question you should ask."

Diaz turned his head and said to the whistle with an unkind expression: "Pay attention to your identity."

"Feel sorry."

The whistleblower quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and said, "It's Mr. Diaz, no problem."

"OK."

There was a response mixed with electrical noise from the intercom.

Mingshao nodded and walked back.

"Pfft, pfft."

There were two faint flashes of fire, and the whistle fell to the ground. The person behind the tree trunk who took the opportunity to move his body was also shot in the head with a clean shot.

Pushing open the car door, Ethan walked quickly towards the whistle.

He picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand, inserted it into his bulletproof vest, and returned to the car.

"Are you sure there's no video surveillance inside?"

Listening carefully to the voice on the intercom, Ethan asked: "I hope your memory is good."

"No."

Diaz was active in Phoenix, so he naturally spoke English. He slowly shook his head and said: "You can ask Sandro, where we people live, surveillance and defense are always only facing the outside."

"That's generally the case."

Sandro nodded and whispered in agreement.

In fact, it's not just them, but Ethan is also the same. The surveillance at home only involves the peripheral areas.

No one wants to be watched by cameras in their daily life, especially people of their status who are lawless and extravagant in their actions. Of course they don't like the feeling of being monitored.

Diaz took a deep breath and continued to turn the wheel.

The further he went, the closer he knew his death would be, but at this time, there was nothing he could do.

When the vehicle passed an iron gate, under the control of the control room, the iron gate slowly opened. Diaz's head felt dizzy, and he instinctively stepped on the accelerator and drove in.

Now he can't think of anything in his brain.

"Slower."

Ethan saw the scene in front of him and quickly put the pistol on Diaz's neck.

The latter's body trembled, and the smell of urine filled the air.

"How is this going?"

Ethan swallowed his saliva and shouted: "Why are there so many cars parked here?"

Upon hearing this, Sandro quickly stood up.

He was also a little surprised when he saw the scene in front of him.

On the tree-lined driveway in front of the villa, luxury cars were parked at random. At a rough count, there were more than 20 cars.

The security guard responsible for patrols shuttled back and forth between the vehicles.

The light of the flashlight shines everywhere.

In the very large single-family villa, which seemed to Ethan to be about the size of a football field, music and laughter could be heard from time to time, and the aroma of barbecue could be smelled in his nose.

"Don't you know?"

Diaz regained some sense and said in confusion: "There was a big chaos in Juarez the day before yesterday, and many people from all sides died."

"Tonight, Fausto invited people from several groups over."

"This time, I want to calm things down."

The people below are talking nonsense, while the people above are drinking and talking and laughing. This is how they often resolve disputes.

Of course, those who were invited were basically deputies.

In order to ensure safety, they will also take necessary precautions. Everyone will come with elite men. This is why there are so many vehicles parked outside.

After listening to Diaz's explanation, Ethan wiped his sweat.

This joke is a bit too big.

It was originally a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, but now it's a big party of independent owl.

There are more than twenty cars parked outside, which means that there are at least a hundred gunmen in this villa now, and the ones who can be brought here are guys with two brushes.

"anyway."

Diaz asked again in confusion: "I don't understand, are it just the two of you?"

"Are you sure you're not here to die?"

Ethan gritted his teeth and asked in a cold voice: "Why didn't you tell me about this situation just now?"

"I."

Diaz pulled the vehicle over and stammered, "You pointed a gun at me and I forgot."

"puff."

Ethan pursed his lips and shot him to death.

Blood splattered on the steering wheel, and Diaz fell forward, trying to get on top of him.

Sandro was well prepared and quickly reached out to hold his head and push this guy back into his seat.

Ethan looked at Diaz's body expressionlessly and stuffed the pistol into his bulletproof vest. If he had forgotten it, then forget it completely!

This bastard, intentionally or unintentionally, led himself into a pit.

"All right."

Sandro exhaled heavily and clasped his hands tightly: "Let's go back!"

Now that he is here, his enemy is in the villa. He will drive away without firing a shot, making him dig his nails into his palms with a very unwilling expression.

However, there were at least dozens or hundreds of gunmen inside.

Although he spent money, he knew that Ethan was not short of money, and the five million dollars would not make the other party desperate.

The other person is also his friend.

Ethan cannot be forced to do an impossible task for him.

"Go back to where?"

Ethan checked his equipment and said in a low voice: "Aren't you going to kill Fausto?"

M4 spare magazine, and two more.

There are also two Glocks, plus a dozen grenades. There is also a lot of equipment in the space, which is more than enough to support a high-intensity battle.

Not to mention, seizures can be made at any time.

"ah?"

Sandro raised his head and asked with a confused look on his face: "You mean, you still want to take action."

"Your wife, your daughter."

Ethan smiled slightly and stretched out his arms towards him: "They are waiting for your revenge."