My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 487 Killer Tournament
Looking at the gun beside him, Ethan reached out and grabbed it.

Zheng Lailai showed joy and beckoned.

The next moment, her face froze.

Ethan stuck the pistol in his back unceremoniously, and had no intention of returning it to her at all.

"Bang!"

A grenade bounced and flew towards Ethan.

"bump!"

The volley flew up, and the grenade flew back at a faster speed.

"Whoa!"

A burly man broke through the glass and broke into the church.

When he saw the grenade flying in front of him, his feet went weak.

"Boom."

Fortunately, the distance was not close, and the fragmentation grenade was not used.

The strong man snorted and fell to the ground.

He endured the pain, used both hands and feet, and quickly crawled forward.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ethan turned around from behind the stone pillar, the Glock in his hand kept spitting gunfire.

The pews on both sides of the chapel have been blown to pieces by the wave of grenades just now, and the inside is filled with smoke and dust.

The figure on the ground moved quickly, but not faster than the flying speed of the bullet.

Two clouds of blood mist rose, causing the strong man to roar.

He quickly grabbed the shotgun stuck in his back in his hand, and pulled the trigger in the direction of the gunshot.

The bench next to it exploded a hole.

Just as he was about to continue firing, the smoke was broken by a figure, followed by a whistling kick, and the shotgun was kicked away.

The figure rushing towards him was none other than Zheng Lailai.

Taking advantage of the strong man's injury, she threw herself on him, and touched his back with both hands.

A cold light flashed, and two eagle claw knives appeared in her hands.

"Shhhhh."

With both arms waving quickly, strands of blood flew up.

Hooking the strong man's neck to pieces, she turned forward and reached out to touch the shotgun that fell aside.

"boom!"

The shotgun sputtered sparks, and the bullet flew to the other side.

"That's not a smart move!"

Ethan walked over on a pile of broken wood, the muzzle of the gun shook: "This shot is for the sake of your Chinese descent."

"Listen to the accent, you are Chinese, right?"

"Yes."

Zheng Lailai wiped away the blood splashed on his cheeks, panting slightly: "People from Lingnan, I have no hostility towards you."

"I'm in a race and can't go without a weapon."

"Whether there is hostility or not, I have the final say." Ethan motioned her to stand up, and then walked to the strong man:
"Who is this guy?"

Looking at the strong man who had lost his breath, Zheng Lailai was afraid for a while:
"Yuri Petrov."

"He was a member of Maoxiong Kingdom's special forces, and he is good at punching and armed raids."

"Our luck is good, he just happened to be bombed by a grenade, otherwise it would not be so easy to solve."

"Not luck."

Ethan held the gun in one hand, and touched Petrov with the other hand: "It's strength."

There were five or six grenades hidden on top of the corpse.

Ethan moved swiftly, and quickly took all these things away.

"Throw it away!"

He stood up and raised his eyebrows at Zheng Lailai.

"Ding dong!"

Two exquisite eagle claw knives danced on the ground.

"Turn around and support the pillar with both hands."

Ethan continued to give instructions, and said unceremoniously: "I have given you two chances, there is no third time."

"I see!"

Zheng Lailai's chest rose and fell, he turned around obediently, and lay down on the stone pillar.

Not bad figure, black jeans fit very well.

Ethan fumbled around her quickly, drawing a dagger from inside his boot.

All the way up, there is no foreign body around the waist.

"I didn't expect that."

Ethan raised his eyebrows, pulled his hand, and took out a small lady's pistol from her chest.

Due to the close fit, the body of the gun was still warm.

"Can I turn around?"

Zheng Lailai's angry voice sounded: "Mr. Mystery."

"No problem at all."

Ethan took two steps back: "What did we talk about just now, by the way, contestants?"

"That's right!"

Zheng Lailai straightened her bra and looked at the person in front of her: "Unfortunately, welcome to the Killer Tournament."

"Go on."

Ethan became interested: "I'm listening."

"As you can hear, this is a contest between killers." Zheng Lailai patted the dust on his clothes:
"It is held every few years, and the organizer chooses a small town as the battlefield."

"Of course, it's not limited to killers."

"Those who think they have the ability to play this game and are interested can submit applications through relevant channels, and the organizers will select [-] people who they think are good enough to participate."

"24 hours, thirty contestants."

"A survivor."

These people are really fucking tired of their jobs.

A game with such a high mortality rate must actively participate.

"How did you follow me?"

He exhaled the smoke slowly: "What's the signal you said?"

"Before the game starts, under the arrangement of the organizer, we will check in various places in the town in advance."

Zheng Lailai took out the cell phone just now: "At the appointed time, we will drink the potion provided by the organizer and fall into a coma."

"Someone will perform a minor operation on us and implant something like a locator into the body."

"The locator will emit a signal, which will be displayed on this tracker."

"Just now I found your signal nearby, so I came here."

"Wait a moment!"

Ethan's face was livid, and he interrupted her:
"You mean, only the locator can send out a signal?"

"Yes."

"Every locator will be implanted in the stomach?"

"It's under the skin anyway."

"Uh~"

Ethan thought of the faint fishy smell of coffee, and let out a dry retch.

Noticing his movements, Zheng Lailai stared at his stomach with a strange expression.

"Is there a possibility?"

Ethan raised his head, with a murderous look in his eyes: "There are some bastards, take out the locator and put it on someone else."

"You mean using unsuspecting people as bait?"

Zheng Lailai suppressed a smile, spread his hands and said, "It's not impossible."

"Some lunatics don't take other people's lives seriously, but there are very few such lunatics."

"The cameras in the whole town are under the control of the organizer."

"He must follow that person all the way around, and finally retrieve the locator. Otherwise, once this behavior is exposed, he will face the organizer's pursuit."

This is a matter of course, everyone else wears a locator.

Suddenly a guy with only a tracker in his hand appeared, which made others how to play.

"I don't care what kind of competition you are playing." Ethan gritted his teeth and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, and I don't want to participate in your things."

"Now I'm going to spit out the locator, the farther you are from me, the better."

I was full and had nothing to do, and played a battle royale game with a bunch of killers.

Also explain to the organizer, explain the fart.

Ethan's first reaction was to stay out of it.

Of course, the old black who put himself in danger must be dealt with.

(End of this chapter)