My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 269
When Ethan left, Jaber hurriedly called other people to move the sofa and locked the door.

The music in the club has been cut off, the small corridor outside is quiet, and there are a few faint cries from the hall outside.

He quickly walked to the third box and knocked on the door a few times:
"it's me."

The door opened quickly, and Brock was wearing jeans, a golf shirt, and also carrying a pistol in his hand.

The moment he saw Ethan, his beating heart calmed down.

"How did you know about the bandits?"

"My box can see the outside."

A stripper in a red sequined backless miniskirt squatted in the corner of the sofa. This is also an old acquaintance, and Brock must order it every time he comes over.

Ethan greeted her casually, the stripper felt more secure, and quickly patted her choppy chest a few times.

Brock motioned him to bend down, and the two quickly walked to the sofa beside them.

The back of the sofa is a row of fake plants, and the lobby of the club can be seen through the glass behind the plants.

The guests and strippers inside were being driven by two gunmen, gathered in a corner, and squatted together.

Another man in a vest with an AK in one hand rushed onto the dance floor and reached out to grab the stripper inside.

Tommy Littlestone.

Ethan recognized the gunman at a glance. After not seeing him for a while, he became a little bigger.

It seems that there is still a little youthfulness.

However, when he saw several corpses lying in a pool of blood, Ethan immediately crossed out the word "sentimental" on Tommy.

Unexpectedly, the members of the Red Bones Gang really came to Banshee Town to make trouble with the robbed ammunition.

They have no problem fighting Proctor, but now it has affected civilians. As long as he is still wearing this uniform, this kind of thing is absolutely intolerable.

Ethan turned around: "Have you notified the others?"

"Yes." Emmet nodded: "Emmett and Siobhan have been notified, but Hood can't be contacted."

"Okay, leave him alone."

Ethan knew why Hood couldn't be contacted, he looked at Brock:

"how do you want to do it?"

"These people kill as soon as they come in, we can't wait." Brock said through gritted teeth.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door.

The two of them turned quickly and aimed their guns at the door.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, and then the door handle was turned, and the door was pulled open.

Cun Tou opened the door, and seeing the two pistols pointed at him, he suddenly felt his hair go numb.

"Boom."

His feet softened and he knelt directly to the ground.

Under the gaze of the muzzle of the gun, the aboriginal boy with a cropped head obediently lay down and threw the gun in his hand aside.

Brock walked over carefully and kicked the pistol away.

He quickly took out the handcuffs from his body, and handcuffed the man to the table beside him in two or three strokes.

After finishing that person, the two staggered towards the hall.

Brock saw Tommy standing in the middle of the dance floor, holding a stripper with a dagger in his hand, who was also his old acquaintance.

He drank a little wine, and his courage was high.

I saw Brock flashing out from the corner with a pistol in his hand, and roared loudly:

"Banshee Town Police Department, drop your weapons and put your hands up."

Tommy was taken aback by this sudden situation, he hurriedly pulled the stripper to block him, and put the dagger on her neck:
"Shet, how could there be a note."

The flower turban was searching for money behind the bar, and was also taken aback.

He stuffed the money in his hand into his pocket, and raised the M4 to face Brock: "Hey, Xiaozi, are you sure you want to fight with me?"

"Everyone stay still and put down your weapons."

Ethan also flashed out, and the two groups fell into a confrontation, and the scene was tense.

"what."

An exclamation sounded.

Tommy grabbed the stripper's hair in excitement and pulled it back hard, the sharp blade pressed against her skin.

"Please, don't."

The stripper raised her head and begged for mercy in pain, her eyeshadow was wet with tears.

Tommy exerted force on his hand, and a stream of blood ran down the blade: "I won't let it go, what are you going to do?"

Brock grabbed the pistol and shouted angrily:

"I'll say it again, put your weapon down, Tommy, or I'll blow your head off."

"If you have the guts, shoot."

Tommy firmly grasped the handle of the knife, and slowly backed away: "Do you want to bet on your marksmanship? The bald man."

"Do you want to try my knife speed or your gun speed?"

"boom."

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet flew out spinning, hitting Tommy on the forehead.

Under the messy black hair, there was a small hole in an instant.

"what!!!."

Harsh screams resounded throughout the audience.

The kidnapped stripper only felt her cheeks burn, and her arms around her instantly became limp. She broke free from the restraints while screaming, and lay down.

"Fakyu."

"Bang bang bang..."

Hua Hood saw Ethan firing, and immediately pulled the trigger at him continuously.

The bullets hit the table violently, sweeping a row of bullet holes on the table, the wine bottles and glasses on it exploded one after another, and glass shards flew everywhere.

After Ethan shot Tommy, he immediately rushed to the side.

"Boom."

As soon as he passed by a chair, the chair was smashed by another person's shotgun, and there was a hole the size of a bowl in it.

Brock also fired wildly at the bar at this time, suppressing the flower turban.

He backed away sharply as he fired, creating distance.

The goblets hanging above the bar and the bottles in the wine cabinet behind were smashed to pieces.

The flower turban only heard the bang bang bang bang on the head, and didn't dare to look up at all.

Frightened, he raised the M4 in his hand above his head, and randomly pulled the trigger in the direction of the gunshots.

The scene was in chaos for a while, with bullets flying randomly everywhere.

The guests and strippers who were gathered together just now were lying tightly on the ground, praying frantically in their hearts, hoping that they would not be hit by stray bullets.

Ethan dodged the shotgun fire and quickly turned over to complete the shooting action in a kneeling position.

The man holding the shotgun had just pumped the gun in his hand when Ethan's Glock was already spraying flames.

The trigger kept pulling, and the bullets were fired one by one.

"Bang bang bang."

After the man was shot five or six times, he fell backwards and knocked over a table, and the ground was immediately stained red.

The M4 on the other side of the bar was still shooting wildly outside.

Ethan gestured to Brock, and the two kept firing at the bar counter.

As he opened fire, he approached cautiously.

The flower headscarf is covered with sweat on the forehead at this time, why is it so unlucky for me to rob a strip club and meet two cops.

Don't these bastards have anywhere to go after get off work?This isn't a donut shop.

In his haste, he didn't even notice that the bullet had been emptied, and he was still pulling the trigger mechanically.

(End of this chapter)