My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

At the scene of a tense confrontation between police and criminals, a strange scene occurred.

The gangster's vehicle is in no hurry to escape.

Instead, it kept shaking.

Through the dim car window, you could vaguely see fists waving inside, and muffled groans coming from inside.

This picture is a bit confusing.

The patrol policemen who were waiting for them all looked strange. The robbers were not in a hurry to escape but instead beat people inside. I don't know what the police sergeant did.

The sound of heavy breathing sounded in the car.

Ethan put down his hands to protect his face and said nonchalantly: "How's it going? Are you ready to go?"

This level of attack is just scratching an itch.

Seeing the two people sitting next to him breathing heavily, the blonde gritted his teeth and said, "Watch this bastard and be careful of his little moves."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped on the accelerator hard.

The tires rubbed wildly for several times, and like a wild horse, it rushed towards a road that the patrol car had moved out of the way.

The car starts violently, giving a strong push-back feeling.

Several people inside were shaken, and then pressed to their seats by the momentum.

Ethan quickly glanced to the side and found that the guns on the left and right were still pointing firmly at him, and these people's fingers were on the triggers, so he had no chance for the time being.

Don't underestimate women, they can do this kind of thing, and they are still very vigilant.

If Nadia hadn't discovered the clues, they would have disappeared without a trace after finishing the ticketing.

In this case, we can only look for another opportunity.

"Hurry up and chase."

Antonio grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and all the surrounding patrol cars roared. Now that it was known that the driver was a beautiful female robber, all the patrol cars driving were as if they were drunk.

The restless sound of the engine seemed to ignite the air.

The black BMW fled in front, and the patrol car behind it chased him wildly. After a while, the sound of the helicopter's fan blades spinning again came from the sky.

This dramatic chase between police and robbers attracted passers-by to stop and take photos.

The love for drag racing is integrated into the DNA of most people in the United States, and cheers continue to ring out.

Contrary to them, the scalps of drivers on the road were numb.

More than a dozen police cars, led by a black BMW, roared towards them from behind. They were so frightened that they quickly grabbed the steering wheel and did not dare to make any unnecessary movements.

If you get hit, you can only accept it as bad luck.

"boom."

A bolt of black lightning passed through the gap between the two cars and shattered the rearview mirrors of the two cars.

The broken glass has not yet hit the ground.

"Shua~"

The Ford Interceptor flashed past again, sending countless pieces of broken glass flying forward.

"This woman is a lunatic."

Rusek saw in the rearview mirror that his new car was scratched by a few sparks by the two cars. He excitedly held the steering wheel and shouted: "Fortunately, another lunatic who likes racing didn't come over."

"Eileen, she can't."

At Olinsky's age, he really didn't want to experience this kind of racing drama. He tightened his seat belt tightly and his voice vibrated with the vehicle:

"The woman in front is probably a dragster."

"You know, the kind of people who like to play underground racing. There is no certain level that they can't catch up with."

"That's right."

Rusek nodded quickly, and his voice was trembling now.

In his opinion, Irene was reckless.

The car in front looked crazy but also showed a hint of ease.

Even though he kept slamming the accelerator, the other party still quickly opened the distance. While the two were talking, the black BMW wandered left and right, swinging so hard that even the taillights were almost invisible.

There is really nothing Erin can do about this kind of technology.

It doesn't matter if they can't catch up.

The siren blared harshly, and patrol cars scattered around the perimeter joined in, chasing and intercepting the robber's vehicle.

The black Mercedes-Benz ran away very fast, but was still bitten.

When the redhead saw this, she immediately repeated her old trick.

She turned the steering wheel and used her hands and feet to drift rapidly.

"Uh-huh!"

There was a screeching sound from the tires and a puff of white smoke came out. The car jerked its butt and plunged into the street next to it.

The patrol officers behind quickly turned the steering wheel, trying to follow him.

However, their levels were different. Several cars were in a mess, and the vehicles collided with each other, causing them to lose control.

Yes, stop crookedly.

And some rushed up the curb and rushed towards the sidewalk.

"Boom!"

Rusek watched as a patrol car in front of him slammed into a roadside fire hydrant during the collision. The water column shot up into the sky, and he was so frightened that he slammed on the brakes.

Water spray fell from the sky and crackled on the windshield.

Looking at the patrol car that was hit by him two meters away, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"Yes!"

The female robber sitting in the passenger seat noticed this scene and clenched her fists excitedly.

The blonde girl's driving skills are their most reliable weapon. How many times they have experienced dangerous situations like this, they have always been able to escape smoothly, relying on this driving skill.

"It's not time to be happy yet."

The blonde held the steering wheel tightly and said through gritted teeth, "We have a new customer."

Although she had lost a few patrol cars, there was not much joy on her face. From the corner of her eyes, she looked at the street next to her. There were police cars on the left and right still in hot pursuit.

Most importantly, heaven.

The helicopter painted in blue and white buzzed and flashed from the high-rise buildings, like a big dragonfly, heading straight for them.

"Think of a solution quickly."

An anxious voice sounded from Ethan's left.

The robber in a suit grabbed off his sunglasses, glared at Ethan fiercely and said:

"It must be this bastard. He arranged the helicopter in advance. Normally, it wouldn't have happened so quickly!"

A pair of beautiful eyes were revealed, it was the brunette.

After saying the next sentence, she stomped on Ethan's toes with a fierce look in her eyes, and then crushed them hard.

A sharp pain shot through my toes.

But Ethan didn't hum. Instead, he looked into the other person's eyes and grinned.

The smile was bright and sunny, but the coldness in his eyes made the black-haired woman feel a drum in her heart, and the strength in her feet suddenly disappeared.

"Don't worry, I'm prepared."

The blonde looked up at the sky through the rearview mirror and sneered at the plane that was following her quickly.

His long legs pressed forward, and the accelerator hit the bottom instantly.

The exhaust pipe vibrated, and the black lightning ran faster.

As a professional racing bank robber, you must have a clear understanding of the environment near your targets.

Following the continued route, she galloped over.

Looking at the direction the other party was heading, the people on the helicopter were overjoyed.

This branch road leads upward to the viaduct, which is the expressway. Escape from it seems to be a quick way to escape pursuit.

However, with the helicopter tracking, it can keep up with the robber's vehicle even if it runs out of gas, and there is only one road above it, making it easier for the police to set up roadblocks to intercept it.

Set up and unfold immediately. (End of chapter)