My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 319 Another accident
Inside the scope, Senator John McLaughlin is in high spirits.

With his hands on his hips, he was giving a passionate speech to the voters, with firm eyes, giving people the image of a tough guy.

With 1 minute left, Ethan slowly moved the muzzle of the gun, aimed at his arm, and held his breath.

The sound of the speech suddenly stopped, and Senator McLaughlin disappeared from Ethan's scope in an instant, followed by a faint gunshot.

Ethan hastily moved away from behind the scope and looked ahead.

The scene of the rally was in chaos, and the voters who participated in the meeting ran around like ants on a hot pot.

Senator McLaughlin had already fallen to the ground, covering his feet with his hands, and the staff around him quickly surrounded him to cover him.

Ethan quickly looked to the side, his pupils constricted violently.

The man in leather was standing on the roof of a building in the distance, also carrying an AR-15 in his hand. He smiled at Ethan, his figure flashed, and disappeared behind the parapet.

At the same time, the media and cameras around the venue all took photos in their direction.

"trap."

Ethan cursed inwardly, quickly lowered his body, threw the AR-15 back into the space, and took out his Glock 17.

In such a situation, how dare he use that gun.

He quickly ran to the stairs, and ran all the way down the fire escape.

Fortunately, I was cautious and wore a soft mask all the way, otherwise, if I was photographed by the media, this country would not be able to stay any longer.

Although it is not clear what the situation is, but one thing is confirmed.

That is, he was sold.

The person sent by the goatee couldn't believe it. The person who was supporting him below must have become a person who wanted his own life.

Whatever the purpose of the goatee, killing himself must be his primary goal now.

Street park, fast food truck.

Letty put a pair of long legs on the small bench in front of her, folded her hands on her chest, and watched the small TV above.

The senator, who was tough on Mexican illegal labor, came to town to pull votes, and she knew it and had been paying attention.

Inside the TV.Senator McLaughlin declared loudly that as long as he was re-elected, he would push the state legislature to build a border wall and connect electricity.

All the money has to be paid by the Mexicans.

The voters who participated in the meeting cheered loudly for him, Letty picked up the taco on the side, and threw it on the TV:

"Why didn't anyone beat the bastard to death."

Just as she was cursing, a gunshot came from the TV, and Senator McLaughlin wiped a wisp of blood from his leg and fell to the ground. The scene was chaotic.

Letty was stunned and quickly retracted her legs.

When did I become so effective, and whoever fired the gun, the marksmanship is so stinky.

After the camera shakes violently, it quickly locks on to one direction and zooms in quickly.

In a small building, a black-haired man holding an AR-15 appeared in the camera. He wore a mask on his face, so it could only be seen that he was not black.

"call."

Seeing that the shooter did not reveal his true colors, Leti was relieved.

Immediately afterwards, she swallowed again with difficulty.

This blue striped shirt is too familiar, after all, the owner who wears this shirt, she can't forget the handsome appearance so quickly.

"Shet."

Letty bit her thick lip. Didn't this person say that he was going to find those who hunted stowaways?Why did he go to assassinate the senator again, where did such a crazy bastard come from.

She stood up quickly and turned off the TV.

The roof of the fast food truck was put away, a few puffs of green smoke came out, and it quickly drove towards the city council.

Ethan ran down the stairs while turning on the radar.

After running down two floors, there are three white dots with downward arrows, which are moving in a circuitous manner, and their positions almost overlap with themselves.

It was obvious that there were three people running up the fire stairs below.

The comer is not kind, this must be a man with a goatee.

It's just that now, there has just been a shooting incident here, so it's not appropriate to kill a few more people.

I used to be a policeman, and I also learned a lot of tactics from Hood. I was cautious all the way and didn't leave any clues, so no official figure would chase me.

As long as he escapes from the office building, the only ones who can come and kill him later are people with goatees.

At that time, it doesn't matter how you do it.

Thinking of this, he quickly opened the fire door and walked into the office building.

At this time, the role of the radar was brought into full play by him, and any abnormal white spots were easily avoided by him.

Drilling down and down all the way, it took him a while to reach the second floor.

There must be someone ambushing at the front and back doors on the first floor, Ethan walked quickly to an empty bathroom.

Throw your backpack into the space, then pull out your clothes for a quick change.

Not long after, a neat, handsome man in jeans, a blue T-shirt, and a pair of high-end sunglasses came out of the bathroom.

He went to the fire bell and slammed it down heavily with the butt of his gun. The piercing fire bell rang throughout the office building.

Ethan followed the chaotic crowd and easily walked out of the office building along the front door.

When he went out, he didn't forget to take a look at the house number.

Outside the door, stood a few men in suits with anxious expressions, their waists bulging.

It's just that those people's attention was all on people who were dressed similarly to Ethan's before.

They didn't even look at the well-dressed person, let alone the handsome Ethan, who was helping an office lady who accidentally fell down.

Leaving the area of ​​the office building, Ethan smiled and refused the invitation of the pretty office girl to drink a cup of coffee.

In normal times, he might not refuse.

But now, the calm appearance is full of anger.

Turning around, he turned cold.

While walking along the street, he took out his phone and sent the address he had memorized just now.

Before he dialed the number, Jia Bo called, with a pleasant voice:
"Hey, what's that address for?"

On Jaber's side, Craig's cheers can still be heard.

Ethan glanced around and said quickly:

"I was framed. The address I sent you just now is an office building. I need you to destroy all the surveillance data in it for the past two days. Is there any problem?"

Jia Bo's voice also became serious: "Framed? Office building?"

"Yes."

Jaber relaxed: "Small, it's not a military base, the FBI, when will it be done?"

"Whatever you're doing right now, right now."

Ethan pressed the phone and walked forward with ease.

Destroying the surveillance records is to destroy the last trace of hidden dangers exposed by oneself. Unless that goatee blew himself up, his safety is absolutely fine.

He was playing with himself before, but now he is about to turn around.

Turning a corner, a red fast food truck was approaching in a hurry, whistling past him.

Looking at the familiar graffiti, he took off his sunglasses suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)