My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 238 Meet in Hell

After the burst of fire devoured the priest, it swept towards them along the passage.

As soon as Ethan folded his arms to protect his face, he was overturned by the gushing flames.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crackling, and the fragments bounced by the explosion splashed around, hitting the body with pain.

He rolled back and forth again and again, suppressing the flames on his body, and then raised the Desert Eagle to aim inside.

The fire wave passed by, but the smoke and dust did not stop.

There was a coughing sound next to him, and Hood struggled to get up.

Carly was lying in the corner, motionless.

"Uris."

A roar came from inside, and then two flames lit up in the smoke, and the bullets whizzed out.

Hood was shot in the back, groaned, and fell to the ground again.

An old man with silver hair, holding two submachine guns in his hands, strode out from the smoke. He was also affected by the explosion just now, and there were several bloodstains on his face.

A bloodthirsty light burst out from under the high raised brow bone.

"Da da da."

The submachine gun in his hand spewed out bullets non-stop. After passing through the smoke, he could finally see the person lying on the ground clearly. He said with a smirk:

"Come, my daughter, and see what you can do?"

The muzzle moves down.

"boom."

Ethan pulls the trigger first, and the Desert Eagle .50AE bullet lands on his head, bursting like a watermelon.

The Desert Eagle is a hunting pistol designed for hunting medium to large animals.

Especially the one that Ethan is holding is .50, the largest caliber and extremely powerful.

With one shot, half of the visitor's head exploded.

He couldn't pull the trigger of the submachine gun in his hand again, his body shook twice, the remaining eye glared forward, and he fell heavily backwards.

Ethan stood up vigilantly with the Sand Eagle and walked to Hood.

On his back, a small hole had been punctured in his clothing, the body armor inside barely stopped the bullet, and a stream of blood flowed from it.

Pulling Hula up, he took a painful breath, and there was a heart-piercing pain in his chest.

Being hit hard by a bullet, there is no guarantee that there will be a fracture in the bone, but at this time, it is lucky to be able to save his life, and we can't ask for too much.

Turning Carly over, her eyes were closed.

Ethan hastily put his hand on her nose, and she was still breathing, probably fainted from the blast.

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped him with a backhand.

Carly's eyelashes trembled a few times, and she woke up faintly.

Without time for her to adapt slowly, Ethan forcibly pulled Carly up.

At this moment, Hood had already picked up the MP5 submachine gun that had fallen aside, and stood against the wall.

Since Ethan fired that shot, there has been no other movement around.

"Go and confirm."

Ethan waved the gun in his hand and said dully.

He was also heavily bombed. In such a narrow underground passage, the power of the bazooka was even greater.

The whole person seemed to be bombarded by electronic sounds in a nightclub all night, and only the buzzing tinnitus could be heard.

Carly and Hood stepped forward and looked at the silver-haired old man lying on the ground with his head up.

Although half of the head was blasted off by Ethan, the remaining half of the face was enough for them to recognize. Carly raised the Springfield XD9 semi-automatic pistol.

After a while, she lowered the pistol again.

Carly knelt down on one knee, leaned in front of the rabbit, and kissed the remaining half of his forehead.

"Goodbye, Daddy, we will meet again in hell."

She said something in a low voice, grabbed Hood's hand and stood up.

The two looked at each other. Although the expressions on their faces could not be seen through the hood, everyone's eyes were extremely complicated.

The shadow over his heart dissipated, Hood let out a heavy breath, and stretched out his hand to hug Carly tightly.

The two of them hugged so vigorously in front of a dead body, Ethan knew that the person whose headshot he just had was definitely a rabbit.

"Come on, don't let the New York police stop you."

Ethan yelled, and quickly walked out along the passage, and Hood and Carly supported each other to keep up.

Under Jaber's crazy operation, the traffic situation in half of New York City fell into extreme chaos, with jammed cars everywhere, and cursing and complaining all over the street.

When the New York police who received the report rushed to the scene, they had already fled.

Back in the safe house, Jabo saw three disgraced people appearing at the door with smiles on their faces, and hurried up to embrace them one by one:

"Mare Fake, you must take me with you next time, don't leave me waiting here alone."

Hood nodded hastily, and cried out in pain to let Jaber let go.

Several people helped him untie the body armor, only to find that Hood's back had been bruised a lot, and the place hit by the bullet was bloody and bloody.

Fortunately, the body armor stuck the warhead out and only got halfway in.

When the bullet was pulled out, Hood shuddered in pain.

Ethan patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I won't die."

Seeing them come back, he probably already had the answer in his heart, but Jia Bo still asked to confirm: "Is the rabbit solved?"

Carly nodded, a relieved smile.

"That fucking Fuck is finally dead." Jaber snapped his fingers excitedly.

After resting in the safe house for a while, Hood simply bandaged him, and after washing up, several people drove back to the car and hurried back to Banshee Town.

Carly still has a broken family to restore, and Hood also has to continue to compete with Proctor.

Just returned to the town, the joy of killing the rabbit was quickly diluted by the bad news.

Alex Runside is missing.

It is said that he is missing, and everyone knows in his heart that he is dead.

Proctor's power is even stronger. Facts have proved that those who dare to oppose him will end badly.

All the witnesses and material evidence disappeared. In the trial after a period of time, the lawyer Wilson was outrageous, and Proctor was also released on bail after paying a huge bond, and once again successfully escaped the charges against him.

The news of Alex's disappearance hit New Orleans like a gust of wind.

Abandoned underground parking lot in New Orleans.

It was supposed to be like a ghost cave, full of homeless people, but it was as lively as a market.

Everyone nearby knows that this is the most prestigious underground black boxing venue in New Orleans.

In the place where the lights are the most dazzling, a crowd full of fanatical expressions surrounded the inner, outer, and third floors.

"boom."

A mace with iron nails swung past with a whistling sound.

Half of the face was torn off, the flesh was hung on the iron nails, the teeth were flying, and the blood was splashed into the audience, causing even louder roars.

Everyone's eyes were full of desire for money and blood.

The person who was killed was quickly dragged away from the concrete field in the middle by two armed guards, leaving only a bloodstain.

He was thrown into the iron bucket next to him like garbage, and four or five corpses were also lying in it.

Human life here is worthless, the winner takes the money and leaves, and the loser keeps his life.

The person who won just now threw the mace in his hand aside, raised his hands amidst the cheers of the audience, and those who bought him to lose violently booed.

The scene is full of bloody smell, this is the most brutal underground fighting arena.

(End of this chapter)