My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 342
The voice from the phone was full of murderous intent.

Booth looked to the left with a stiff neck, and at some point, several Chevrolet SUVs had already caught up with him.

The windows of the car parallel to them lowered slowly.

Trez's big nose appeared in front of him, and he looked over with cold eyes.

"Hear me out."

Booth pressed the window and roared, "I can explain."

"I believe you can." Trez lit up the AK47 in his hand, and stretched the barrel out of the window:

"You explain it to it and see if it accepts it."

"Fakyu."

Booth cursed angrily, lunged forward, grabbed the steering wheel in the driver's hand and broke it hard.

When Ethan was confused, the windows of several Chevrolet SUVs in front lowered one after another, sticking out more than a dozen gun barrels.

"Bang bang bang."

For a while, gunshots rang out.

Vehicles driving on the interstate slammed on their brakes one after another, and the scene became a mess, causing several accidents immediately.

The lengthened Lincoln shook his head suddenly, rushed out of the road, and quickly fled out of the desert.

The remaining two Mercedes-Benz didn't respond in a timely manner. The windows of the cars were smashed by the violent gunfire, and the rear windshield was quickly stained red with blood mist.

The Mercedes behind hit a tree trunk on the side of the road, and the front of the car turned into a V shape.

After shaking violently for a few times, the Mercedes-Benz in front flipped up out of thin air, rolled forward with sparks and debris along the way, and fell to pieces.

Ethan turned the square disc quickly to avoid the rolling Mercedes.

Stepping on the accelerator, Bumblebee jumped into the air, and followed the Chevrolets into the desert.

Letty has been following him closely, avoiding a few low bushes, and quickly drove in front of him.

Looking in the rearview mirror, among the cars following them, one of them evaded and hit the rolling Mercedes hard.

There was a violent crash, and car parts were flying all over the sky.

Two people were thrown from the car and fell onto the road, leaving a long trail of blood.

The remaining four vehicles evaded in time, rushed out of the roadside, and quickly caught up.

Ten cars launched a crazy chase outside the desert, setting off a sky full of yellow dust.

The vehicle kept shaking, and the bushes scraped against the body, making a rustling sound.

Ethan clenched the steering wheel with both hands, biting the cars in front of him, and at this moment, a man with a big nose leaned out from an SUV in front of him.

He looked at the Cadillac who was following him, and raised the AK47 in his hand without thinking.

Seeing this, Leti hurriedly drove the vehicle to avoid it.

"Bang bang bang."

The AK47 shot out flames and chased her all the time.

"Terez, it's him."

Rivera yelled, stuck the pistol out of the car window, and kept pulling the trigger at Trez.

After several shots, the rear windshield of the SUV was shattered.

Trez also ducked back into the car and stopped shooting.

At this time, in order to avoid the gunshots, Leti slowed down and dodged, and she had already run tens of meters away.

After chasing and killing at high speed all the way, a group of them had deviated far from the road.

The cars behind Ethan also followed, and the members of the Mexican gang leaned out one after another, firing wildly at the Chevrolet SUVs in front of them.

No matter who the person in front is, they can appear here.

If they are not their own people, they will be shot and killed in unison.

Not to be outdone, Tres's men stretched out their rifles from the car window and fired back non-stop.

Bullets flew across the road, and the tires of an SUV were blown out, causing the body to shake.

"Boom."

First it hit a low rock, and then was thrown away, turned upside down.

Letty contacted those Mexican gangsters, and two of them were hit, and fell out of the car with a scream, and were thrown far away in an instant.

Rivera leaned out as Bumblebee roared past the overturned SUV.

She raised the Glock and quickly fired at the staggering people inside.

There was another bullet rain from Trez's men.

Ethan hurriedly evaded, the people in the vehicle next to him were hit, the front windshield glass was smashed, blood was splashed on it, and the car quickly rolled over.

"Hurry up, don't stop."

After Booth yelled at the driver, he hurriedly lay down on the seat, stuck his head out and looked behind.

"Fake."

He saw the group of vehicles in the fierce exchange of fire, ignored the messy goatee, and hurriedly took out a pistol from his arms.

McLaughlin was also frightened by the shooting just now. Looking at the broken car windows and the vehicles that were chasing after him, he asked in panic:

"It's Trez, why did he come here?"

"There are people behind, who are they?"

"boom!!!."

Another round of bullets hit the car body, and Booth rolled over and lay down, shouting loudly:
"Shet, how do I know."

"What's your attitude? You are my assistant and you don't know anything now."

McLaughlin spattered: "You don't know what happened at the press conference, and you don't know why you are being attacked now."

"You were fired, and I will fire you when you go back."

"boom."

Booth shot McLaughlin in the thigh, blasting a cloud of blood.

"what!!!"

McLaughlin had a deep understanding of what it meant to be shot. He clutched his thigh in pain and howled loudly.

"Fakeyu, shut up." Booth looked crazy, and put the muzzle of the gun against his chin:

"You rubbish, if it wasn't for me, you would have gotten to where you are today."

"If you dare to fire me, it's up to you."

Under the threat of gunpoint, McLaughlin tightly closed his mouth, his eyes terrified.

"Snapped."

Booth slapped him again before moving the gun away.

He climbed up at the risk and shouted loudly to the front: "As long as you can escape, you two, each of you will receive 50 US dollars."

Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man, plus the usual communication with the people of the militia organization, it is Booth who is responsible.

The two people in front didn't care about McLaughlin.

The one who drove the car stepped on the gas pedal like a bloody chicken.

But on this kind of terrain, the extended Lincoln is destined to suffer a disadvantage if it wants to race with the vehicles behind it.

The Chevrolet SUV that Trez was sitting in quickly caught up.

Under his command, the SUV rammed heavily against the extended Lincoln. Under the impact, both vehicles shook violently, and the driver tried his best not to roll over.

Ethan turned the steering wheel away from the middle position.

Fortunately, I hid quickly just now, otherwise I would be the one who was set on fire.

"Hold the steering wheel."

He yelled at Rivera, and after she held the steering wheel, Ethan let go of the accelerator, quickly drew the python left-handed pistol and came out from the side of the car window.

Aim and pull the trigger.

"boom."

The warhead slammed into the tire of an SUV, and the vehicle shook quickly and stopped crookedly.

Move the muzzle and shoot again.

The tires of another SUV also exploded in an instant, crashing into the nearby bushes.

Withdrawing the pistol, Ethan sat down.

"Be careful."

Rivera yelled, and he quickly turned the steering wheel.

Bumblebees whizzed through several bushes, picking up broken branches and leaves.

The Mexican gang's vehicle stopped quickly, and several red face scarves jumped out of the car, striding towards the overturned vehicle.

They raised their rifles and pointed them at the inside of the car.

"Da da da."

(End of this chapter)