My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 1349 There is heavy cargo

Three blips on the radar are slowly approaching.

Two left and one right.

As soon as he saw this posture, he knew that he was here for her. The room Beatrice booked was in the corner of the motel.

I can't think of any other reason.

Things have changed again.

There are two light spots on the left, one of which remains in place.

The remaining two continued to approach.

Ethan exhaled slowly, picked up the AR15 with the silencer installed, half-crouched behind the bedside table and pointed the gun steadily at the door, but he couldn't help but feel some doubts in his heart.

Logically speaking, their whereabouts should not have been exposed.

If Bill wants to hunt, he won't ask the old man from the branch hospital to give him the address. All this makes people feel confused.

But someone outside was indeed staring at him.

Beatrice, who was leaning against the toilet door, looked even more confused. She was told to hide by the other party without noticing anything, but the tacit understanding in the past few days still allowed her to suppress her doubts.

Because the two of them were concentrating, the room seemed quite quiet.

Just like the rest rooms next to it.

After the two light spots stayed at the door for a few seconds, a rustling sound sounded.

"Click!"

The door lock made a crisp sound.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and two old Mo men appeared in front of Ethan with their heads peeping out. The two men also had small pistols in their hands, and they looked cunning.

Those beady eyes were darting around.

Then it suddenly stopped again.

"hey-hey."

"Hey hey hey."

"Haha."

"Hahaha."

No matter how awkward the smiles they forced out were, Ethan could always snort more than the two of them.

His own small pistol was like a toy in the face of two heavy firepowers. The two old Mo's did not dare to advance or retreat. They could only stand at the door and sneered, their legs shaking as if they were being electrocuted.

In my heart, I cursed the girl outside like crazy.

Said it had heavy goods.

The two of them just ran over here, ready to get rich overnight and reach the pinnacle of life.

Who would have thought that it was such a heavy product.

"Come in."

Beatrice placed her finger firmly on the trigger and said in a deep Spanish voice: "It's best not to move your arms. Remember, the bullet will always fly faster than you."

"Tell me, what are you here for?"

Under her gibbering, two Mexican men slowly walked into the room.

He leaned against the corner again and knelt down shivering.

Of course, the gun in his hand couldn't wait to be thrown aside, for fear of causing any unnecessary misunderstandings.

After the two were disarmed, Ethan quickly came to the door with a gun and looked outside. He saw a woman with thick arms and round waist smoking leaves outside, as if waiting for the moment of harvest.

No need to ask any questions, when you recognize it is one of the branch girls you saw when you came back.

He understood immediately.

This is when you encounter someone who wants to take advantage of you.

"Hey~"

The soft laugh just now did not attract the woman's attention. The whistle finally made her react. When she saw Ethan standing at the door, holding an assault rifle, the leaves in his hand fell to the ground in fright.

Without any words, the muzzle of the gun is the best instruction.

When the woman walked into the room, the two Mexican guys stared at her with eyes that could almost breathe fire.

"Those who want to rob."

Beatrice also asked what was going on, and put on her coat with a smile: "They are all street gangsters, what do you want to do with them?" The guns on her body almost covered the person kneeling on the ground. Three people were so scared that they peed.

Especially the rocket launcher still on the bed.

Now they can only keep begging for mercy, hoping that the other party will make them fart.

"Humph."

Ethan sneered and lowered the muzzle of the AR15.

Just as the joy of those people surged into their hearts, he drew out the Glock cleanly and pulled the trigger hard without expression.

"Bang~"

After three flashes of gunfire, the entire motel fell silent.

Before departure.

Take these three people to sacrifice the flag.

Looking at the corpses lying in a pool of blood, Ethan curled his lips and inserted the Glock into the holster: "In your eyes, they are just street gangsters."

"But what if there were two ordinary people living here."

"These people are demons!"

Quickly stuffing the rocket launcher and two anti-personnel grenades into the bag, Ethan easily lifted it up, not forgetting to remind: "I remember there is a can of gasoline in the car, take it and burn it."

Since a corpse appears, the scene must be destroyed.

They stayed here for several hours, wondering what they might leave behind.

Beatrice had no objection to this either.

In her opinion, these people were seeking their own death, and there was nothing worthy of mercy. In less than a minute, the fire in the room quickly spread, swallowing up all those old Mo's.

The engine roared.

As he passed the motel management office, Ethan stretched his hand out of the car window and threw a wad of dollar bills into the small room.

Not much, just two or three thousand.

This is just a shabby hotel, and that's all it is enough for anyway.

This move was completely beyond Beatrice's expectations. This guy was so easy to kill, yet he would do something that seemed indifferent to her. It was really a contradiction.

"Please."

Ethan noticed her gaze and shrugged: "Others are serious about doing business to support their families, why should they lose a sum of money because of us?"

"Makes sense."

The female killer replied nonchalantly and stepped on the accelerator hard.

The black Ford groaned and quickly disappeared into the night.

Shipping company.

The security guard in the post looked at the small TV in the corner and yawned. The night was extremely long, and even the beauty pageant on the screen could not cheer him up.

Open the drawer and take out a rolled leaf.

He walked out of the post and spat at the man next to him, then licked his lips, picked up the leaf, lit it, and took a deep breath.

Exhale a few clouds of smoke.

Then he walked to the grass far away and opened his pants chain to let out some water.

This series of actions could be seen clearly in the telescope about a hundred meters away. Ethan slowly turned the camera and continued to observe other locations, and from time to time mentioned one or two suspicious things.

Beatrice held a piece of white paper and crossed some of the places she had just missed.

Here, on the outskirts of Juarez.

There are more than a dozen freight companies scattered around this desert hill, and the small logistics park in front of them is the place where they will be raided later, and it is also one of the dens of the Viper Organization.

A dozen trucks were parked in the parking lot.

Inside are large warehouses and a five-story reinforced concrete building.

Although it was already late at night, other parks were busy with work, but it was quiet here, with only a few trucks passing by from time to time.

"It should be right here."

Ethan handed the binoculars to Beatrice and turned over to lie down on the slope: "It has been confirmed that seven snipers are waiting for us inside. Damn it, this is a grand party."

(End of this chapter)