My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Gunshots rang out both inside and outside the house.

Looking at the dozens of bullet holes that appeared in the wall instantly, Ethan swallowed and took a few steps back.

This kind of wooden American-style house is like this. It would be better if it was a small-caliber pistol. Once the opponent has heavy firepower, this thing is almost like paper and cannot provide any protection.

There were shouts and screams outside, some wanted to save people, and some wanted to rush in.

The light spot is restless.

My purpose here is not to kill people.

Just to create the authenticity of the information provided by Bunker, and the importance of Cruz as an undercover agent, proving that she can provide the Aryan Brotherhood with information that is difficult for ordinary people to obtain.

This will be very helpful for your subsequent plans.

Now that the mission is completed, we must leave quickly.

Quickly putting on his mask, he lifted up the gasoline barrel next to him that had already opened its lid in advance. With one hand holding the assault rifle, he quickly poured gasoline into the room and corridor with the other hand.

As he moved toward the stairs, gasoline was spilled all the way.

"Bang~"

When he came to the stairs, he threw the oil barrel away.

It is not necessary to burn down the whole house, just create the illusion of destruction.

The bag of small bills thrown in the cupboard, whether it was the Aryan Brotherhood or the Banshee Police Department, was waiting for them to find the surprise. Since it was a trap, let's make it real.

Take three steps and then jump to the corner of the stairs.

He took off the cigarette in his mouth and flicked it with his fingers upward.

The scarlet cigarette butt spun around a few times and fell to the corridor on the second floor. Sparks flew up and the gasoline was instantly ignited. It rolled up into a fire dragon and roared into the room.

Regardless of the raging fire above, Ethan quickly ran to the first floor.

"Bang~"

Shotgun blast.

There was a big hole in the front door next to the lock.

"Bang~"

Ethan raised his gun and fired three rounds quickly. The bullets left several small holes in the door, and the light spot on the radar also dimmed.

Several spots of light were startled and quickly ducked to the side.

He couldn't stand the fight now, so he quickly moved towards the back door with his protruding rifle. The door was already ajar and he easily pushed it open. At this time, there were two more loud crashes, and the small thing smashed into the window and fell into the house. .

Bounce, roll.

Grenade!

Ethan's pupils shrank slightly and he quickly closed the back door.

"Boom~~~"

Two violent explosions sounded in the room, and grenade fragments struck in all directions, releasing huge power on everything they came into contact with.

The bangs and bangs were heard non-stop, and many window glass were shattered by the explosion.

These guys.

It's all about being prepared.

Fortunately, I am here. If I had replaced it with candy, I would have confessed it tonight.

"behind!!!"

There was a shout from the right. The hooded man running in front did not expect that the other party would move so fast. In just a few seconds, he had escaped from the house. While shouting, he quickly raised his submachine gun.

"Snapped!"

A cloud of blood mist exploded above the black hood.

A small hole was opened between the eyebrows, but a large gap appeared on the back of the head. The finger on the trigger no longer had the strength to pull.

Kill with one blow.

Before he fell to the ground, Ethan had already sprinted towards the woods behind.

After a few ups and downs, it disappeared into the darkness.

"Fake!"

"Bird is dead."

"That bastard is running behind, chase him quickly." With shouts and screams, gunfire flashed, bullets crackled into the woods, leaving holes in the trunks, and the bark of the trees exploded one after another. open.

It's just that they don't know where Ethan is at all, so the role of Faith Shooting is really limited.

Still, the bullets whizzing by nearby were pretty scary.

But you can't fight back at this time.

When a ball of gunfire breaks out in the dark woods, it is a bright target. As long as the trigger is pulled, there will definitely be a firestorm at the next moment. Ethan will not do such a stupid thing.

He could only forcefully suppress the urge to fire and bend down to pass a tree next to him.

Rushing down the gentle slope and wading through the cold river.

The water splashed high.

By the time a few hooded men with guns reached the river, they had already disappeared without a trace. There was nothing unusual in the woods on the other side of the river, only the sound of waves made by the wind blowing the branches and leaves was left.

"damn it!!!"

One of the men cursed angrily and pulled off his black hood in excitement.

The face covered with sweat looked ferocious.

This person is Calvin.

"Pfft~"

He frantically raised his submachine gun and emptied the magazine into the darkness in the woods before lowering the muzzle in frustration.

"The note will be coming soon."

Calvin stared across the river and roared angrily: "Search the house for two minutes. Regardless of whether you gain anything or not, evacuate immediately when the time is up."

"clear."

Several people around him immediately turned around and rushed towards the burning house.

After standing still for a few seconds, Little Bunker cursed, and then quickly followed the pace of those people. There was no need to pursue here. Not only were the trees tall and dense, but the night was dark and windy.

If you squat anywhere, you won't be able to find it.

Maybe two more lives would be lost, so they all chose to stop the pursuit.

After Calvin's footsteps faded away, Ethan quietly emerged from behind a big tree on the other side of the river. He looked at the guy's back and raised his gun with a smile, making a soft pop from his mouth.

It's not time to kill this kid yet.

How to deal with him will be left to Bunker to decide when the time comes.

After looking at the burning house, Ethan quickly walked through the dense forest along the original route.

After a few minutes, he emerged from the bushes.

He opened the door of the old pickup truck parked on the roadside and sat on it: "Come on, damn, it's so uncomfortable when your shoes are filled with water!"

The big dark hand turned the key, and the pickup truck engine started to work.

The car lights came on, illuminating the road ahead white.

The old bartender who had been waiting here for a long time quickly put into gear, stepped on the accelerator hard, and the pickup truck roared forward. He held the steering wheel with one hand and did not forget to look at Ethan:

"Please, curiosity is killing me!"

A long distance away, Candy couldn't hear anything.

His heart has long been scratching his head. To be honest, he is also very curious about who it is and what to do next.

"Cruz."

Ethan took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Brock, and the name of the policewoman popped out of his mouth.

"Shet."

Candy scratched his beard, sighed and slapped the steering wheel: "How should I put it, I can accept this result. It turns out that our Sheriff has no problem."

"What are you going to do next?"

"bath."

Ethan stamped his wet feet and opened the lighter: "Let's go to Davis Bar. I need a few glasses of whiskey now."

"Ah."

The old bartender lowered his fisherman hat and shrugged, "That's a good idea." (End of Chapter)