My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 424 Annihilation
Ethan took out the magazine and shot it on top of the AR15.

A group of six people all gathered at the stairway, and the police lights outside the house could be seen flashing from the window.

Many patrolmen raised their pistols nervously and hid behind the police cars.

"Chicago police."

"Drop your arms and surrender."

Irene yelled at the top, but there was no answer.

It's strange, according to normal circumstances, they should have surrendered long ago.

Ethan observed the radar spots, and there were people walking around upstairs, while others stayed still.

At this moment, I don't want to think so much.

Kill all the way up is.

Ethan's muzzle was aimed steadily upwards, and he stepped on the stairs lightly. His performance just now had convinced everyone at the scene, and they stepped aside one after another.

The two old Yinbi were also slowly moving in the corridor towards the corner, intending to surprise them.

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan seized the opportunity and fired at the corner first.

The bullet tore through the wooden wall and hit the two men, bringing out strands of blood.

The few people following him were already highly nervous, but now they were startled by the sudden movement of his shooting.

A string of shell casings flew from the ejection port and fell down the stairs with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Using both feet, Ethan quickly came to the corridor on the second floor, while kneeling on one knee, trying to minimize the area under attack.

The others quickly followed his movements.

Atwater swallowed at the sight of the two bodies lying in a pool of blood.

"spread."

Hank whispered an order, twitching his palm.

Irene and Atwater took a few steps back, walked up a few stairs, and aimed their guns upward.

Ethan glanced at the radar quickly, and five light spots became parallel.

There are three rooms in front, and the left and right sides are empty. In the innermost room, five light spots form a semicircle, surrounding the door.

The three light spots upstairs are all huddled in the corner.

"Chicago police."

Hank shouted into the corridor: "Drop your weapons, you are surrounded."

There was no response from the opposite side, and the second floor fell into a strange silence.

They don't have Ethan's radar plug-in. In Irene's view, the three interlocking doors are extremely terrifying, as if countless bullets will be poured out of them in the next moment.

"Follow my command."

The stalemate cannot continue like this, and the intelligence team did not bring flash bombs. Ethan saw that there was no movement on the third floor, so he opened his mouth decisively.

He waved his arm and pointed straight forward:

"Alternate firing forward."

"Hank, Irene, attack the first wave."

"Atwater takes over and Burgess watches the stairs."

"Me and Horstead last, understand?"

Everyone understood what he meant, which was to use continuous attacks to keep the opponent out of the range of the door and reduce the risk of being attacked.

With an order, Hank and Irene quickly moved the muzzles of their guns, picked up the AR15, and fired wildly into it.

The others avoided the line of fire and walked slowly on the left and right sides.

Dozens of holes were punched into the door by the poured bullets, and people with sharp eyes could vaguely see the scene inside through the holes.

Through the radar, it can be seen that the light spots inside are moving rapidly.

While dodging one after another, one spot of light had disappeared, and one was shot dead by Hank and the others.

At this time, Ethan came to the first door next to him.

Even though he knew there was no one inside, he still fired a few shots indiscriminately inside, and then kicked the door open.

As soon as the gunfire stopped behind him, Atwater picked up immediately.

The shotgun kept pumping, punching fist-sized holes in the already battered door.

Silencer people, don't want to sit around.

In the innermost room, gunshots rang out suddenly, and bullets flew out.

"what!"

Horsted retreated into the room behind Ethan, he snorted and was knocked over.

Seeing this, Atwater pumped the shotgun faster, Hank also changed the magazine in time, raised the gun to fight back, and suppressed the people in the room.

Ethan seized the opportunity, grabbed Horstead's bulletproof vest shoulder straps, and quickly stepped back.

After two or three strokes, he was pulled to the corner of the room.

"Relax and don't move."

Hosted, who was struggling wildly, was firmly held down by Ethan, and quickly checked for him. Three deformed bullets were stuck on the bulletproof vest.

There was also blood on the thigh, luckily a bruise.

"It's okay, I didn't call in, don't worry." Ethan rubbed his face to help him calm down.

The thigh injury looks serious, but it will be fine after a few days of recuperation. In comparison, the place where the bullet hit the body armor may be more serious.

Horstead looked almost out of breath, his face covered with sweat.

According to Ethan's experience, the ribs are constantly cracked.

"Call the main station, this is Detective Ethan Morgan, police number 99527, there are police officers injured at the scene, and an ambulance is needed."

"receive."

The voice of the dispatch office sounded: "Ambulance has been arranged around, one block away from you."

"Ok."

Ethan Panasonic intercom, Hank's anxious voice sounded:

"What's wrong with him?"

They only saw Horstead take two quick steps back before falling to the ground and quickly disappearing into the next room.

"It's not a big problem."

Gritting his teeth and moving his body, Ethan responded loudly.

The light and shadow diagonally opposite flickered, and an old black appeared in his line of sight.

With a quick movement of his fingers, a few bullets went through the hole in the door, and slammed into that old black's head hard, splashing a few flowers of blood.

Ethan roared, "Stop shooting."

He picked up a chair with one hand and threw it at the crumbling door:

"boom."

The tattered door was smashed to pieces by chairs, and countless pieces of wood splashed inside together.

Violent gunshots rang out, and the bullets crackled on the chair.

Ethan rushed forward and appeared at the door like a ghost. Looking at the desperate eyes of those people, he grinned and pulled the trigger.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

There was a burst of gunfire, and he walked into the room while firing.

By the time the people behind caught up, Ethan had already walked to the window with his assault rifle on his shoulder.

In the corner next to it, a man and a woman were lying in a pool of blood.

The only one left was leaning against the wall, with several bullet holes in his chest, his arm holding the gun was also smashed, and blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

In his eyes, there was still a bloodthirsty light.

Ethan put one foot on his shoulder, aiming the hot muzzle between his eyebrows.

"silencer."

Ethan said in a deep voice, "Do you know Miranda? You provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked."

"boom."

The silencer's eyes flickered, but Ethan didn't give him any chance to speak, and shot him right between the eyebrows.

Let go of your foot, and the muffler falls sideways.

Turning around, Hank was standing at the door, turning a blind eye to his shooting of the defenseless suspect.

On the other side, Atwater met his gaze and smiled.

This is a smart guy, Ethan judges him.

In fact, they are not stupid. Generally, they will pretend not to see this kind of situation.

There is a tacit understanding among the police on how to deal with those who dare to open fire on the police.

Ethan lowered his gun: "Where's Irene?"

Hank pointed to the side: "Looking at Horstead."

Turning their guns around, they came to the third floor and learned that the silencer had been shot dead. The rest of the people threw their weapons out of the room one after another, and lay down on the spot, holding their heads in their hands.

The remaining two men and one woman were handcuffed, and the entire house was completely cleared.

(End of this chapter)