My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 248

Hearing the exchange of fire, Hood immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie:

"Me and Ethan are going over now."

"Okay." It was Siobhan who was using the walkie-talkie just now, and she continued: "Brock and I are also nearby, come here quickly."

Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror, turned around quickly, and drove towards Poundfield.

This is the name of an area on the outskirts of the town. It doesn't sound very far away, but the land here is sparsely populated, and it will take a few minutes at the fastest to get there.

Ethan stepped on the accelerator and drove fast, and soon heard the dense gunshots from a distance.

The two looked at each other and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It was supposed to be an ordinary shooting, but now it's clear it wasn't.

In addition to the familiar sound of Glock guns, there was also the unique sound of AK firearms, and the bursts of high-pitched sounds made people's hair stand on end.

"There was a firefight, repeat, we had a firefight with the bandits."

Brock's cry for help was also heard on the radio: "Come to support, damn it, the opponent's firepower is too strong."

Ethan kicked the floor oil, and Crown Victoria rushed forward roaring.

Soon after arriving at the crime scene, both Brock and Siobhan were huddled behind the two front doors of the police car.

A few tens of meters away, three gunmen were leaning against a large army green truck, holding AK and M4 and firing at them.

There was a crackling sound of bullets flying across the scene.

Under the intensive gunfire, Siobhan's Chevrolet SUV was already covered with bullet holes.

No wonder Brock called for help urgently, they were completely suppressed.

The screeching siren of Crown Victoria caught Siobhan's attention, and she quickly stretched out her hand to command.

Ethan stepped on the brakes, stabilized the speed of the car, and then quickly drove to the front of the Chevrolet SUV to stop, blocking the bullets from the front.

The windows of the car shattered and bullets flew everywhere.

"Puff puff."

There were more than a dozen bullet holes in the car body in an instant, and the glass splashed all over the ground.

Both he and Hood made preparations in advance. The moment they stepped on the brakes, they had already bent down, and the car door was pushed open before the car stopped.

In the entire police car, only the two front doors are bulletproof.

The two men used the cover of the car door to raise their pistols above their heads, and blindly fired at the place where the gunshots sounded in front, suppressing firepower.

At the same time, taking advantage of Ethan and the others attracting firepower, Brock also took the key thrown by Siobhan and ran towards the trunk.

Soon, he was donning a hard body armor and carrying a police M870 shotgun.

Brock took advantage of the blind spot blocked by the Victoria Crown, bent over and ran forward, while waving his hands to let Ethan cover.

Ethan immediately exploded with hand speed, and within two seconds, he spewed out the remaining dozen or so bullets.

The sudden burst of fire stopped the opponent's attack. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Brock rushed out from the other side, and the muzzle of the shotgun moved quickly.

"Boom."

A ball of projectiles sprayed out, and the head of a gunman standing next to the cab exploded instantly.

Hood and Siobhan also rushed out with Brock, and for a while, there were loud gunshots.

Listening to the sound of gunshots, Ethan quickly replaced the spare magazine.

He squatted up and looked across the car window.

Under the sudden burst of firepower from Brock and the others, the two gunmen used the truck as a cover and retreated while fighting.

In their panic, they had forgotten that there was another person here.

"Bang bang bang..."

In less than five seconds, Ethan poured out all the bullets in the new magazine, and the flames burst out from the muzzle of the gun.

The gunfire stopped and the two fell to the ground.

Not hearing the counterattack from the opposite side, the three of Hood and the others immediately formed a battle formation and searched forward.

Ethan ignored them and took out another spare magazine.

When Brock walked up to the two gunmen, he smacked his mouth and lay on the ground with a glaring gun hole in each of their heads.

Their upper bodies have been beaten into a hornet's nest.

Ethan also came up at this time, noticing Brock's gaze, he shrugged his shoulders.

This is the result of his deliberate control. If all the bullets are sent into his head, others will not think how good his marksmanship is, and they will first think of arranging a psychiatrist for him.

After some searching, it was determined that there was no one else at the scene, and they lowered their guns one after another.

Next to the truck, in addition to the three gunmen who exchanged fire with them just now, three bodies in camouflage uniforms were also found.

This is not a military green truck, it is clearly a military vehicle.

Brock wiped off his sweat, knelt down on one knee with Remington, and pulled off the black veil from the gangster's face.

The facial features are very obvious, and with the tattoos on the arms, he quickly draws conclusions.

Brock stood up and said in a deep voice:
"A member of the Redbone Gang."

Hood put away his guns and walked over: "Why did they come here to rob military vehicles, what happened here?"

"I don't know. When we arrived here, the fighting between the two sides had ended."

Siobhan pointed to a few corpses on the ground:

"At that time, there were eight or nine masked gangsters, that is, members of the Red Bones Gang, and they were unloading things."

"Seeing us approaching, the members of the Red Bones Gang left three people to stop us, and the others fled by car."

"Why do I have a bad feeling." Brock turned his head and looked at the compartment of the military truck.

Ethan holstered the Glock and turned into the car.

There are also some long wooden boxes and plastic boxes scattered in the car.

He picked up a crowbar, and with a little force with his hands, the lid of the wooden box was lifted off by him.

At this time, Siobhan and Hood also climbed up.

The three of them looked at the things inside, couldn't help clasping their belts with both hands, and sighed at the same time.

"Walter?"

Brock didn't want to climb up and down with his stomach full, so he asked anxiously, "What's inside?"

Siobhan bent down, grabbed two AK47s, and shook them a few times.

"Damn it."

Brock also climbed up hard, and after some inspection, there were several boxes of AK47, military M4 and a large number of corresponding bullets on it.

I don't know how many people have been moved away by the Red Bones Gang. This is the most troublesome place.

Hood jumped out of the car: "Why do we have military vehicles passing by here?"

"You and Ethan don't know, but Siobhan knows." Brock stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "Just eight miles ahead, there is a small Marine Corps training camp."

"This camp is called Genoa. It is only used for one or two months every year. It is estimated that the soldiers came back to rest."

Hood nodded, reached out and pulled off the radio:

"Alma, many people died at the scene of the firefight. Call an ambulance. By the way, contact Emmett and ask him to come over. Our cars are all broken."

Emmett is on vacation for the past two days, but at this time, he can only make one trip. The two police cars that came to the scene were covered in bullet holes.

(End of this chapter)