My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Who sent you here?"

Fausto twisted his body, sweating profusely and roared: "I will pay double or triple the amount of money others give you."

"As long as you help me kill him, I will give you 500 million."

"Dollar!!!"

The last sentence was much more emphatic.

This money is very tempting.

Even if you hire a large number of top mercenaries, it's not a problem.

"Don't worry, money is absolutely no problem."

Fausto struggled to turn over and sit up, leaning on the car, breathing heavily: "As long as you help me kill that man, I will definitely give you the money."

While speaking, he stretched out his other intact palm.

The five fingers were trembling.

His eyes were extremely sincere.

But no matter how much he begged, the demon standing among the corpses in the distance, holding a carbine in both hands, looked indifferent.

He even showed a mocking expression.

"Is there a possibility?"

Sandro held on to the wall and jumped out.

He looked at Fausto with sweat on his face and sneered: "My partner, he doesn't understand what you are talking about at all?"

Fausto was stunned for a moment, then squinted his eyes and looked over.

His lips trembled and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Sandro."

He blinked hard and murmured the other person's name.

"kill him."

Fausto was a little crazy with excitement and pointed hard at Sandro: "U.S. dollars, five hundred million."

"is yours."

I can’t say long sentences, but I can always say something short.

"Shet, five hundred million."

Ethan also knew what the other party was expressing just now, but he didn't understand the specific meaning. Now that he finally understood it, he glanced at Sandro: "Did you hear what he said? Do you need to reflect on it?"

"After all these years, have you worked seriously?"

"Why can others offer 500 million, but you offer 5 million? Do you look down on me?"

"five million?"

Before Sandro could speak, Fausto caught the key word and danced excitedly: "My life is worth five million, you are humiliating me."

Excited, he started speaking Spanish again.

The corners of Sandro's eyes twitched, he stopped beating forward, and turned around helplessly:

"Please, I'm taking revenge."

"Please don't joke yet, my emotions have just been brewing."

"Hahaha."

Ethan smiled and put the M4 carbine on his shoulder, stepped on the blood on the ground and walked forward. At the same time, he took out a cigarette from his body and lit it happily.

Now that it's been resolved successfully, it's time to have a smoke afterward.

Five hundred million is indeed attractive.

But money you can't get is worse than waste paper.

The main purpose of helping Sandro this time is to repay the previous favor. The five million is only secondary. Of course, he will not increase the price temporarily.

As a human being, every spit is a nail.

Seeing that the lure was ineffective, Fausto roared angrily and crawled desperately in the direction of the gun that had just been knocked away.

He knew very well what would happen if he fell into Sandro's hands.

"my wife."

Sandro continued to jump forward expressionlessly, and took out the dagger stuck in his calf: "And my daughters, they have been crying to me this time."

"After today."

He threw the gun aside and dragged his injured leg forward: "I should be able to see them smiling at me."

Holding the handle of the knife tightly, he roared and flew forward.

Ethan frowned, turned around silently, and started to guard the steps of this underground space to prevent anyone from suddenly appearing.

In the radar, the light spot above has almost disappeared.

After the initial fight, many people were trying to find a way out of the house. No one was stupid enough to stay inside and have a trapped animal fight.

Take out the detonator and try to detonate the remaining two bombs.

As expected, no one dared to bet on luck, and the sound of cannons could be heard. The blips on the radar were so frightened that they stopped moving and quickly fled away.

After flicking off the ash, he continued to smoke slowly.

Don't rush, it will probably take a while.

"Ding Dong."

The dagger fell and made a crisp sound.

The blip on the radar finally went out, and Ethan dropped the second cigarette butt and crushed it with his toes.

Look at the watch, ten minutes.

Unexpectedly, this guy Fausto can survive quite well.

"are you OK."

Ethan looked at Sandro, who was slumped on the ground, his eyes dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

As for the puddle of rotten meat next to him, he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

"very good."

Sandro slowly raised his head and smiled at Ethan: "Thank you, I'm fine."

"Boom."

After the guy finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

"Shet."

Ethan quickly rushed forward and touched this guy's neck.

It’s okay, but I can’t die.

It's not surprising that he suffered a gunshot wound and was avenged, and was overwhelmed by all kinds of complicated emotions.

Feeling that his pulse was still strong, Ethan resisted the urge to give him a shot of morphine, picked up the guy, and strode aside.

Just now, a Mercedes-Benz was blown up.

There was an SUV next to him. He opened the passenger door and put Sandro, who was covered in blood, into it.

There is an emergency escape route below, so there is no need to run up. It is more or less troublesome to carry a person with no mobility. It would be nice to leave here comfortably.

Moreover, bullets might be flying from above.

Quickly walking around to the driver's seat, Ethan's eyes flashed, and a golden light shone in the Mercedes Benz next to him.

Hey, what is this?

He stopped and looked inside the Mercedes-Benz.

There was a suitcase placed under the back seat. The box was damaged by a grenade, and golden light came out of it.

Ethan scratched his head, looking puzzled.

Why did my box appear in this place?

You can't throw things around anymore. It's so careless. He sighed and opened the car door.

The box was heavy and reinforced with metal bars on all sides.

Inside, there must be fifty or sixty kilograms.

After weighing the weight, Ethan put it back into space with satisfaction and sat in the car with the gun on his back.

The car keys are all ready-made.

Pressing down on the accelerator, the vehicle emitted a puff of white smoke and quickly left the passage ahead.

The light of the car lights tore apart the thick darkness of the night.

On the highway, cars are speeding.

"boom."

The tires hit the empty bullet casings on the ground and blew them away.

Ethan glanced at the blood on the road and continued to accelerator. Sandro's current condition required him to be sent to the hospital as soon as possible.

After driving for a while, we arrived at the place where we started.

It was silent and seemingly deserted.

But he felt a little itchy between his brows, and immediately raised his hand to turn on the lights in the car, illuminating his face.

The itching feeling disappeared immediately.

"rustle."

The tires rolled over the gravel and slowly drove into the factory.

The grass outside shook, and two figures rushed out. They walked back quickly with the guns in their hands.

"bump."

Ethan jumped out of the car and slammed the door.

"Very good."

The vigorous figure rushed over quickly, threw himself firmly on him, and hugged him hard:

"Are you hurt?"

Ethan held Kate's elastic hips, picked her up, took a deep breath into her ear, and then looked at Matt, who was walking quickly.

The corners of his mouth were turned up, showing off his white teeth. (End of chapter)