My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The short-haired man can still understand some simple words.

Among them, of course, is not moving.

There seemed to be a bloodthirsty beast standing behind him, ready to devour him at any moment.

In this case, of course he didn't dare to move.

Even though it was just an appetizer, Ethan had already killed seven or eight people, and he had already evoked all the murderous intentions in his heart.

The people here are either traffickers or their subordinates.

When he started to move, he wouldn't hesitate at all.

With the gun pointed at his head, he held down the guy's shoulders, pushed him forward, and soon reached the front of the van.

The short-haired man saw Diaz's head tilted to the side, and his heart suddenly became cold. He dared to come to this place to kill people. These people must be extraordinary, and he didn't know how many people sneaked in.

"Let him reply."

Ethan put away his pistol and took out his dagger: "Just say everything is normal here."

If you have the chance, buy a little more time.

Next, there are some things to do.

Sandro nodded and immediately started talking to the other party in Spanish. He felt the cold blade against his neck. The short-haired man cooperated obediently and picked up the walkie-talkie to reply.

"Ask him where the power distribution room is."

When the short-haired man released the walkie-talkie, Ethan continued to ask Sandro to ask questions.

Such a large villa must have a separate power distribution room, usually outside the villa.

Tonight, the moon was dark and the wind was high. Cutting off the power and putting the people inside into a state of panic was what he wanted to do. With his night vision goggles, he would definitely bring the battlefield into an environment favorable to him.

Sandro asked again, pointing to a corner nearby.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan swiped hard, and the blade turned a coquettish red color.

The inch-headed man whose neck was cut in half fell heavily to the ground, and the strong smell of blood immediately spread.

Sandro got out of the car and walked quickly with Ethan

"When you were in Chicago." He rubbed his nose, held the detonator in his hand and said, "Is it like this too?"

"That's right."

Ethan glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "You bastard, you'd better not go to Chicago to cause trouble."

Sandro felt uncomfortable when he said this, he forced a smile and said:

"of course not."

"Have you forgotten? I am also a law-abiding citizen."

The two of them quickly shuttled between big trees and green plants, and soon arrived at the power distribution room.

A place like this can actually cause a lot of damage.

However, it is usually ignored.

An iron door blocked their way. From the side window, they could see various power supply equipment inside. Small red and green lights flashed, and dense wires were laid on the wall.

"No key."

Sandro looked at the thick iron door and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The bulletproof helmet he was wearing made him feel stuffy.

"Bang bang~"

Ethan tapped his fingers on the window a few times and asked puzzledly: "Why do you need a key?"

"We can't get through the window."

Sandro spread his hands and looked around warily.

This place is dozens of meters away from the main villa. The light of two flashlights is shaking in the distance. You can see the submachine guns slung in front of those people. These are real guys.

"Why do you want to go in?"

Ethan continued to be puzzled and spread his palms in front of Sandro: "Wouldn't it be enough to just throw two from the window?"

Looking at the grenade he was holding, Sandro rubbed his nose awkwardly.

"I'll go to that location."

Ethan pointed to the corner of the villa and said in a deep voice: "Wait until I make a sound and then blow up the inside."

"Turn off the power and come find me."

"The unknown is full of fun, and I think the people in the house should really enjoy this kind of happiness."

"correct."

Ethan grinned and asked in a low voice: "How do you say trap in Spanish?"

Sandro chuckled and spoke the words.

As for what the movement is, needless to say, you will know it after a while.

Watching the other party leave, Sandro squatted against the wall and held the grenade tightly. He kept praying in his heart, hoping that the people inside would cause chaos.

Now he only has a chance if there is chaos.

At this time, there was no need to hide, and Ethan walked quickly through the trees.

This movement also attracted the attention of patrol officers.

Someone walked over along with the movement, holding the gun tightly in his hand and making a shout.

"puff."

Glock raised it and killed the man with one shot.

"Ho~~~"

A dull roar also sounded, and a fierce dog shot like an arrow from a string.

The muzzle of the gun moved quickly, and the fire flashed.

The arrow from the string crashed into the flower bed with momentum, knocking down many branches and leaves.

Although the music in the house continued, the sound of the gunshot was still harsh in the dark night. People patrolling nearby quickly gathered around and shouted from time to time.

"Pfft~"

As Ethan moved, the gun in his hand kept firing.

One after another, figures ran towards them, but they were knocked over by the bullets he fired. When they were about ten meters away from the villa, they suddenly stopped.

He turned his palm over and held a grenade.

"bump."

The black shadow drew a perfect arc, smashed through the glass on the wall, and rolled down into the house.

While the atmosphere in the villa was lively, it was also a bit tense.

To the right of the zigzag villa is a large swimming pool with rippling blue waves. Twenty or thirty beauties of various shapes and sizes are swimming or lying in this place.

They all wore cool bikini swimsuits, showing off their perfect figures.

There were many people dancing and playing with the fierce-looking man.

The dining table next to him was piled high with food and wine.

As many men's eyes collided, murderous intent flashed through them. Before that, they were all fighting each other with swords and guns, but now they were sitting together negotiating, which made these people feel ridiculous.

But here, no one dares to take action.

The market opposite is extremely huge. They compete but also cooperate. A gathering like tonight is a channel for communication. This channel is necessary. A mess will only be broken down by the authorities one by one.

It's easy to fight to the death in a place like this.

So they all reached a terrifying balance wisely. Some of them looked at each other, and then cast their eyes to the corridor not far away.

On the several-meter-long dining table, several groups of people were arguing fiercely.

Sitting in front of him was a middle-aged Mexican man with a short beard. He was the target of Sandro's trip, Fausto.

Short hair, cold eyes.

The right man was taken away, and there was a problem on Diaz's side.

All this made him anxious.

However, this kind of emotion cannot be shown. Instead, it needs to be tougher. This time, several people from the independence group were called over to show a confident posture.

Let’s stabilize those people first. There will be plenty of opportunities for things to come.

Fausto held the cigar and looked across at Big Nose, who was dancing the most happily, with a smile on his lips.

Just when he was thinking about how to deal with this person in the future.

"Bang~"

A violent explosion sounded in the room. (End of chapter)