My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

The magazine was quickly exhausted, and the gunfire gradually stopped.

The Iron Cross Bar has become a fixed target. The four wooden walls are covered with dense bullet holes. Most of them are inward, but a small part are outward.

Bombarded by hundreds of bullets, the scene was catastrophic.

Screams kept coming from inside the house.

Echoing in the mountains and forests.

The shrill howl made some rookie police officers feel numb, and the action of changing the magazine seemed stumbling.

After the excitement of firing passed, cold sweat continued to break out from his body.

"Brock, Amy."

Ethan leaned against the tree trunk, took out the shotgun from the handle of the gun, and stuffed it into the magazine unhurriedly: "Contact your men to confirm whether there are any casualties."

"OK."

"receive."

Two responses sounded from the left and right.

Two sergeants, a man and a woman, pressed the walkie-talkies on their shoulders and checked on the situation of their men.

However, they weren't too worried.

In this case, it is really unthinkable that there is any possibility of injury.

The fact was almost as they expected. As the voices of reports continued to sound, the two people's slightly raised hearts were quickly put down. Each of them was full of energy and had no intention of being hurt at all.

"Everything is fine."

After reloading, Brock poked his head from behind the tree trunk: "Do we need another round?"

This sentence made Amy, who was holding an assault rifle, raise her eyebrows.

Good guy.

These people must have been too ruthless. Just one round of sweeps like this is not enough. The people inside may have been injured to some extent!

Listening to the continuous howls in the bar, Ethan threw a cigarette into his mouth expressionlessly, opened the lighter and lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled a large puff of smoke comfortably.

Compared with when I was doing private work, it is a completely different experience now.

Fight openly and openly, no need to hide or tuck.

Not afraid of exposure.

Facing Brock's inquiry, he smiled slightly and pressed the intercom: "This is Ethan Morgan. In order to prevent you from feeling too burdened, let me just say this!"

"If you think this is massacre, the responsibility is mine."

"but."

He paused for a moment and continued in a deep voice: "Compared to your family members crying, I prefer to see these monopolies die in mourning, so are there any questions?"

"Mayor Morgan."

After two seconds of silence, Raven's voice rang through the intercom: "Please believe that I definitely don't want to see my family cry."

Soon, others responded one after another.

"me too."

"Hmm, that's a smart choice."

"This is just a damn monopoly!"

"Yes, to be honest, I just want to get home safely tonight and eat the food cooked by my wife."

"very good."

Listening to these words, Ethan bit the filter and stepped out from behind the tree trunk, swinging the hanging Remington shotgun: "I'm glad we can reach an agreement, so what are you waiting for?"

At the same time, the back door of the bar burst open.

The burly, bald man held a double-barreled shotgun and roared out.

"Oh!"

The Remington roared, knocking the guy back inside.

The sound of the gunshot caused countless warheads to rush toward the Iron Cross Bar like a torrential rain. Everyone fired freely, pulling the triggers and firing wildly into the house without any hesitation.

When the gunfire stopped, the howls that had just sounded also disappeared.

The bungalow and wooden house were surrounded by them. It was deathly silent.

"Brock, Bunker." Throwing the shotgun behind him, Ethan pulled out the Glock: "You follow me in to control the scene. The others should be careful and stay outside to guard."

In response, he walked around the tree trunk.

Although he was beating like crazy in his heart, he could not let go at the critical moment. After all, there were so many pairs of eyes watching. Brock could only keep up with him, and the sweat on his forehead looked shiny.

Bunker, who had been silent all the way just now, just firing silently, also walked out from the other direction.

Yes, what is happening now is what he wants to see.

But when I got to this point, my mood was extremely complicated. After all, I stayed in the Aryan Brotherhood for a period of my life. It was impossible to say that there was no happy past.

There are all kinds of emotions, more or less.

So he had no words and just wanted to shoot quietly and watch the Aryan Brotherhood be destroyed in his own hands.

"Stop shooting."

There was a faint roar in the house: "I surrender, stop shooting!"

"boom."

A gunshot sounded from inside the house, followed by Calvin's angry roar: "Is anyone else going to surrender?"

"tell me!!!"

No matter how urgent the gunfire is, there will always be fish that slip through the net.

This was normal, but Ethan didn't expect that Calvin was one of the lucky ones. He glanced at the six remaining light spots on the radar and slowly walked up the steps under the gaze of several eyes.

You can't blame yourself for being ruthless.

If these people don't beat them to death and scare them, they will be the ones who get shot in the future.

After all, in his plan, most of the property the Brotherhood had stolen from Rebecca was to be taken back, and as the biggest beneficiary, he could easily incur revenge.

So we simply changed the arrest plan and guided the town police to kill all these guys.

Even if I have three melons and two dates left, I will not dare to take any revenge in the future.

"This is the Banshee Police Department."

Brock held the shotgun and followed Ethan carefully over the body lying at the door: "Throw away the weapons in your hands. There is no need for more casualties. There are enough people dead now."

After speaking, he swallowed nervously.

The place we were in now was a small room. Next to the pool table was a cast iron tool table with a man's head clamped on it.

The entire head was clamped and deformed, looking extremely terrifying.

There were several corpses lying on the ground.

I don’t know if he was beaten to death by them or if he had been executed here before!

"Bang~~~"

Several shots were fired in response to his words.

The three of them quickly dispersed.

"Boom."

Ethan raised his hand and fired a shot, shooting in the direction of the sound.

On the partition wall, several new bullet holes suddenly appeared.

"Fake!"

Calvin howled and there was a crashing sound on the floor.

"Don't shoot, I surrender." Another unfamiliar voice shouted with a cry: "I quit, you madman, I don't want to die here, bastard, you are all crazy."

"Shut up, shut up!!!"

Calvin covered his stomach and crawled to the side with a ferocious expression: "We are the great Aryan Brotherhood. In the name of the leader, I order you to launch a counterattack, or I will kill you with my own hands."

In the chaos just now, I got shot in the stomach.

Shotgun spit.

His shoulder was hit by a steel ball again, and his pistol fell aside.

Although he was in severe pain, he was still unwilling to fail. There was only one thing left in his mind, and that was to launch a counterattack! (End of chapter)