My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The people inside gradually adapted to the faint light.

And he also thought of ways to start gathering his men, and there were five light spots staying together in front of him.

"Ding."

The safety bolt was straightened, and Ethan threw the grenade out like lightning.

The chubby little guy jumped forward, and the rolling sound scared those few people out of their wits.

"Grenade."

Someone yelled: "Run."

With a bang, the grenade fragments flew up and whizzed into the head of a lucky man, instantly creating a hole.

The remaining four people wailed.

It was blown to pieces, and it was also blown to the point of dizziness.

This movement attracted the attention of people around him.

Before Ethan could take action, several bullets flew from several directions, killing them all, and the shooter also revealed his position, triggering another wave of gunfire.

This group of trapped beasts has already become red-eyed.

Ethan and Sandro's crazy killing just now added a ladle of cold water to this pot of hot oil.

There was an explosion in the villa.

If you don’t do one thing, you won’t stop doing the other thing.

Seeing the excitement was not too big a deal, so he stuffed two more grenades into Sandro and threw them at every corner. The explosions continued, and those who were hiding were also involved in the dispute.

When it was a mess inside, Ethan noticed something was wrong.

Not far away, there were more than a dozen light spots gathered together and moving rapidly. Judging from their appearance, they were very familiar with the environment in the house.

The light spot jumps and the arrow points downward.

Ethan frowned, knowing at a glance that these people wanted to run away. Although he didn't know what they were doing underground, the tunnel left a very deep impression on him when he was in Medellin.

It cannot be ruled out that these people will leave in the same way.

"Come with me."

Quickly patting Sandro on the shoulder, he turned his gun and rushed to the right.

It was good to have such an obvious escape action, so as not to look for someone inside like a headless fly. Nine times out of ten, Fausto was among that group of people.

Move quickly and fire at the same time.

While knocking over the dealers inside, he quickly approached the place where the light spots were.

"Bang bang bang."

A series of bullets stopped his steps.

Those guys just left three people behind. No matter who came over, they would fire as soon as they saw the black shadow flashing.

In this regard, Ethan also used a grenade to clear the way.

Blast people to their knees, then rush out to harvest them quickly.

"Boom."

He raised his foot and kicked it hard, blasting open a door.

The room is very empty, it is a reception room, with several sofas and coffee tables in the middle.

"What are we doing here."

A burst of rapid killing left Sandro out of breath. He lowered his gun and said hastily: "Okay, we also need to slow down."

Since entering the house, more than 20 people have fallen to their guns.

Most of these people were killed by the guy next to him, and Sandro could understand his need to take a breath.

"Not a break."

Ethan turned his eyes and made an excuse at random: "Didn't you notice that the postures of those people just now were to defend this room?"

"Don't you think it's strange that there's no one when you come in?"

"you mean?"

Sandro thought of something and quickly picked up the gun: "Is there an escape route here?"

"Um."

Ethan nodded and walked quickly to the corner.

Under the night vision device, a few drops of blood on the ground were particularly conspicuous, but they disappeared into thin air in front of a wall.

Press hard and the wall immediately rotates open.

A flash of orange light came out from inside, and the downward steps appeared in front of them.

Below, there should be a backup power supply.

The light bulbs on the wall were emitting light, and there were messy footprints all over the steps.

"Farke."

Listening to the gunshots still ringing out from time to time outside the house, Sandro cursed secretly and gritted his teeth and said: "It's a good thing you came here, otherwise I would not be able to do anything to him on my own."

"Maybe he ran away without anyone seeing him."

"hurry up."

Ethan put the night vision goggles on his head and rushed down quickly.

It's still a bit unaccustomed to fighting with that field of vision. Now that there are lights below, wearing night vision goggles to fight with others makes it inconvenient for myself.

Arriving below, the two slowed down.

This basement is extremely spacious, almost the same size as the one above, and each area is separated by masonry walls.

It should have been used to store supplies before, but now it is empty.

At the far end, two cars were parked.

Between the stone pillars, only human figures were seen flashing. Those people were running towards the car, and the messy footsteps echoed in the empty underground space.

Ethan took out a grenade and quickly pulled out the safety catch.

Take two steps forward and wave your arms vigorously.

"Uh-huh."

The grenade moved forward quickly, leaping over the running group of people, and accurately smashed through the car window.

"Bang."

There was an explosion, and the glass shattered everywhere.

At the same time, Sandro pressed the trigger in his hand hard, and bullets poured forward like raindrops.

"ah!!!"

Violent gunshots were heard, accompanied by his roar: "Fausto!"

First, the explosion frightened the running people and knocked them down. Then the bullets flew over and hit two or three people.

Where he was hit, his skin and bones were immediately broken.

The bright red liquid flew up one after another, turning into mist and falling on the group of people.

"spread."

The people in front also reacted quickly and shouted:

"Kill them, kill them first."

Under the threat of bullets, the group of people crawled and crawled in search of bunkers. Although there was only a short distance to reach the vehicle, no one dared to rush over.

You don’t dare to bet on the opponent’s marksmanship, and you don’t dare to bet on whether the opponent has grenades.

After Ethan threw the grenade, he also fired with Sandro, and at the same time, he quickly rushed in while the opponent did not react.

The fatal bullets flew forward.

A bald man was shot in the thigh. He screamed and knelt forward. As his head moved, he was hit by another bullet.

With a bang, it exploded in the air.

"Fight back, fight back."

Fausto was so frightened when he saw this scene happening in front of him.

While roaring loudly, he raised the gun in his hand and fired desperately at the back. Others also raised their pistols and submachine guns and started to fight back with ferocious faces.

All kinds of gunshots were mixed together.

The vast underground space, like the one upstairs, became a battlefield.

The enclosed space amplifies the sound, and coupled with the sound of the grenade explosion just now, it is no exaggeration to describe it as deafening.

The sound comes second.

The most deadly thing is the bullet.

Now the opponent is not blind. The people Fausto can take with him are all elite gunmen, and naturally they all have two brushes.

Sandro was so excited that his enemy was right in front of him.

He only focused on firing, but forgot to hide his figure.

"Bang~"

After a crisp sound, his whole body flipped backwards. (End of chapter)