My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 423 Chopping melons and vegetables
The hidden warning light of Cadillac CTS was turned on, and the blue light flashed.

The engine roared, swishing past cars.

As sudden as they were, there was no guarantee that the mufflers would not pick up the message by accident.

This kind of fierce businessman should be caught off guard, otherwise, this kind of person's madness will cause a huge commotion.

Now they have to race against time to get to the scene.

"How are your hands?"

Irene looked at Ethan's hand holding the steering wheel, his knuckles were bloody.

"fine."

Ethan let go of one hand and moved a few times, but it didn't affect the shooting: "Just get used to it. It looks scary, but most of the blood is actually someone else's."

Unless you have received fighting training for many years, your fists will be calloused.

Otherwise, if you beat someone, it is normal for the skin to be damaged.

"I didn't have time to go down and look at it just now."

Erin tightened the body armor: "Did Danny find it? Including all the children."

"Danny is sure to have found it." Ethan shook his head:
"I hope there are all the children they control."

No one can guarantee that it is the only hiding place.

But the key people have been caught, even if there are other places, they can be found out soon.

Speeding all the way, soon came to Snyder's cousin's house.

The two cars turned off their police lights from a long distance away, and when they reached the corner of the street, they quickly pulled over and stopped.

In front is a Crown Victoria, without paint, without any conspicuous police equipment, which is specially reserved for patrol police for covert investigation.

They rushed over just after the battle, fully armed.

The door of the Crown Victoria car was pushed open, and when Burgess and Atwater saw them like this, their hearts beat faster, and they quickly grabbed the guns in their hands.

Burgess looked at Ethan, then turned to report to Hank:

"Everything is normal in the neighborhood, nothing weird."

"On the other side, as well as behind the house, colleagues are watching. No one has entered or exited so far."

"very good."

Hank nodded, and walked forward with the AR15 in his hand: "Be careful, keep an eye on the periphery, and prevent anyone from escaping in the chaos."

"Understood, sir."

The two of them were a little disappointed, but they answered quickly.

"Hank, wait a minute."

Ethan stopped everyone and looked at Burgess.

In this matter, Burgess helped him, and now he could return her a favor.

Burgess realized something and looked at him expectantly.

"Maybe we need some support."

Ethan shrugged at Hank and said, "At this time, it's not a bad thing to have two more guns."

"Can you guys?"

Hank hesitated for a moment before asking.

Not every policeman likes fighting fires. A considerable number of them just regard it as a job with good wages and benefits.

There are many people who have never fired a shot until they retire.

Burgess and Atwater were not among those people, and they nodded quickly, indicating that they had no problem at all.

"That's fine."

Hank waved: "Let's go."

In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and a layer of sweat broke out on everyone's forehead.

A group of people in bulletproof vests bent forward and walked forward.

There was a trace of tension on their faces.

Ethan was no exception, as the same sentence said, if he was shot in the forehead, he would die too.

However, his mentality is relatively good, and he still has the mind to observe other people.

Ethan turned his head and whispered to the two people behind him: "Don't be a hero, safety first."

"Be sure to follow behind others and pay attention to observe the surrounding environment."

"The most important thing, don't be a fool."

"Understand?"

The two nodded quickly, keeping Ethan's words firmly in their hearts.

They looked at each other and wiped the sweat from their hands in unison.

A group of people quickly approached the target house, and there was lively music and some laughter in the house.

Ethan and Horsted leaned against the door from left to right, and the voice inside became clearer.

Scan it with radar, there are quite a few people inside.

There are four or five people on the first floor, and there are people on the second and third floors. The light spots are the same as before, there are more than a dozen, but the enemy must be much more than before.

Horsted raised the shotgun loaded with door-breaking ammunition at an angle, and Ethan took a step back.

"Boom."

When the trigger was pulled, a hole instantly exploded in the door lock position.

"Chicago police."

Ethan roared and kicked the wooden door open.

The people behind crossed and rushed in.

The patrol not far away sounded their sirens and lights at the same time, and drove over quickly.

"Strip."

"Fuck, get the gun."

Inside the house, panicked shouts sounded.

Ethan took the AR15 and rushed to the side of the living room at the first time, where the five old blacks scattered like a frightened herd at the moment the door was broken.

They fumbled behind their waists, under sofa cushions, and cabinets one after another.

Seeing this situation, Ethan leaned against the corner, and the firearm in his hand spewed out flames crazily.

"Da da da."

Before Lao Hei, who was standing by the TV, had time to pull out his gun, a cloud of blood exploded from his body, and the impact of the bullet brought him backwards.

The TV crashed and the screen was crushed by him.

The muzzle of the gun turned quickly, and he touched the man on the sofa cushion. After being hit by several shots, he fell asleep on the sofa.

The men behind followed, and Horstead pumped the shotgun and pulled the trigger.

"Boom."

A man who ran towards the back door was shot down by him.

The remaining two old blacks raised their guns to fight back, and the bullets whizzed over. Ethan quickly grabbed Horstead, pulled him back, and hid behind the corner.

Hank crouched down, just stretched out the AR15, and fired indiscriminately at the place where the gunshots sounded inside.

Ethan also kept up with his movements and started shooting with faith.

"I've been shot, please help me."

After a burst of violent gunshots, there was a scream and panicked calls for help.

"Click."

The sound of air strikes sounded, Ethan put his hands down, the AR15 was hanging on his body, and he quickly pulled out the python revolver and flew out.

"Bang bang."

The two bullets rotating at high speed accurately landed on the two large heads, and the person lying on the ground tilted his head and became silent.

The other person stood in place, shaking slightly.

Between his brows, a small hole appeared.

"boom."

Ethan turned over and stood up, and the man fell backwards heavily.

The silver boa constrictor quickly turned back twice, Ethan raised the revolver, and blew lightly on the muzzle.

With a swish, he inserted the holster.

The people behind all looked at him dumbfounded, and Burgess exhaled softly, she hadn't realized what happened yet.

The dense gunshots sounded like thunder, and then stopped suddenly.

"Safety."

Seeing that Ethan had controlled the situation, Hank and Horstead hurried out and searched the inside quickly, and shouts for safety sounded.

Unlike them, Irene, Atwater, and Burgess who reacted firmly aimed their guns at the stairs.

On the second floor, there was deathly silence.

　Thanks for the reward from Brother Color Bat, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)