My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 550 The Consequences of Recklessness

Outside the gun fair, gunshots erupted.

Lao Mei is already sensitive to this kind of sound, and most of the people who came to the exhibition have come into contact with firearms.

As for the sound of gunshots, it can be said to be a memory carved into the DNA.

There was a sudden exclamation and screams at the scene.

There are civilians running desperately everywhere, and the scene is extremely chaotic.

Burgess was slowly driving the vehicle, and the sudden sound of gunfire made her and Atwater tremble.

Hearing Hank's order, Atwater turned on the lights, and Burgess stepped on the gas pedal quickly.

As soon as I approached the front door of the exhibition center, I saw several people hiding behind the vehicle.

They were all holding pistols, and they were constantly firing in another direction, causing bullet holes in the police car on the opposite side.

The person on the opposite side was suppressed by the sudden burst of gunfire.

While being nervous, Burgess kept echoing what Ethan had said to him before.

"Don't panic."

She pursed her lips and slowed her breathing.

Pushing open the car door quickly, despite her heart beating wildly under the action of adrenaline, her hand held the Glock firmly.

After aiming for a while, he squeezed the trigger sharply.

"boom."

The bullet shot out from the muzzle of the gun and fell on the body of the gunman closest to him, splashing a flower of blood.

"If you are not confident in your marksmanship, you might as well fire a few more shots."

"A dead enemy is a good enemy."

"Never bet on the vitality of others, some people are so stubborn that you can't believe it."

Ethan's words kept echoing in her mind.

"Bang bang bang!"

Burgess subconsciously pulled the trigger quickly, and the muzzle kept spraying flames.

The guy in the black coat exploded into balls of bloody down, his body trembled a few times, and his head drooped to the side.

Seeing the scene in front of her, she realized what she had done.

The opposite side fired back, and several bullets hit the car.

Burgess squatted down quickly, shifted her position backwards, and when she got behind the police car, she sat down on the ground.

His face was pale, as if he could hear the beating of his own heart.

Glock's gun grip was soaked with sweat, and his mouth felt parched.

The moment the gunfight broke out, Ethan immediately pulled out the python revolver.

He bent down and quickly moved forward along the cars parked beside him.

Antonio and Rusek followed quickly.

"Be careful."

Hank shouted loudly from behind: "There are too many civilians here, don't accidentally injure them."

Just now I wanted to wait for the right time to do it, because I was afraid of this.

All this was ruined by a reckless Rosemount police officer.

Without his reminding, Ethan also knew this.

Not only are they afraid of accidentally injuring civilians, but they are also afraid of being accidentally injured by civilians. There are many people here who have concealed gun certificates.

There are not a few people with guys in the car.

They were not wearing uniforms, and if they were regarded as gangsters by enthusiastic citizens, if they were shot so many times, they would really die unjustly.

Ethan had already clasped the police badge in his hand, and walked forward cautiously holding the badge.

His mouth was still loudly revealing his identity.

This kind of treatment now is all thanks to the police officer just now, and he was so angry that his teeth itch for a while.

Flashing out from behind an SUV, the distance has been shortened to 50 meters.

Bullets were flying around, cars around were banging, windows were shattered from time to time, and car alarms in the parking lot were beeping, making people upset.

Ahead, there was still a fierce exchange of fire.

He poked his head out and saw the patrol car of Burgess and Atwater stopped, and the two of them were involved in the fight.

As the gun in Burgess' hand kept spewing bullets, after a cry of surprise, the gunshots of several gangsters suddenly stopped.

The police officer just now was ecstatic when he saw this.

He quickly got up from behind the police car and ran away.

"Don't run."

Having never seen an idiot who voluntarily escaped from the bunker, Ethan shouted in desperation: "Quickly get down."

"Clap clap clap."

The rapid gunshots rang out, and a few clouds of blood mist rose from the policeman's body, which was particularly dazzling against the gray and white background.

"Oh!"

Regardless of the danger, Ethan quickly rushed out from behind the car, the python in his hand roaring.

Not only him, but also those who saw a police officer fall down, and those who had just grown up in insignificance, all ran out one after another.

The gunshots at the scene instantly increased to a higher level, as if they were in a battlefield.

No matter how reckless that police officer is, he is also one of his own.

One of my own people was shot, and I had to respond to the past in a more violent way.

There were more than a dozen firearms at the scene, regardless of the distance, they all fired wildly at the place where the gangsters were hiding.

No matter how bad the aim is, under the cover of firepower, a blind cat can also run into a dead mouse.

The trunk of Sims' car was directly beaten into a hornet's nest.

The guy in the red coat behind him turned into a sieve and fell to the ground, blood spreading rapidly in the snow.

There is no way to know who killed him.

The people in the forensics department would scold him when they saw the bullets in his body.

The bursting gunshots stopped suddenly, and only the whistling wind could be heard.

The empty cartridge case fell, Ethan replaced the cartridge, and quickly rushed to the side of the police officer who was shot.

While on alert, kneel down on one knee.

Holding the hand of the police badge, stretched out two fingers to put on the neck of the police officer who was shot.

The pulse was still beating, but weaker.

"He's alive, call an ambulance."

He yelled to the back, then got up and slowly approached Sims' vehicle.

The distance was too far just now, and in this kind of place, the radar was useless, and when it came nearby, the light spot had disappeared.

He approached quickly and gritted his teeth.

Behind the vehicle that was beaten like a beet's nest, only a tattered corpse was left behind.

"Everyone, search separately."

Looking at the densely packed vehicles parked beside him, Ethan roared loudly.

At some point, Sims took the opportunity to slip away, leaving only his companion here.

Hearing his words, everyone dispersed.

After several searches, but with no results, Sims disappeared without a trace.

While Hank was angry, he was helpless.

The police officer who acted recklessly has already paid the price for his actions.

Looking at the ambulance going away, Hank could only kick the vehicle next to him hard.

Ethan shook his head and walked towards the police car not far away.

Coming to the back of the vehicle, Burgess was sitting on the ground leaning on the buttocks of the car, obviously not yet recovered.

"Give me the gun."

Ethan knelt down and patted her hand holding the gun lightly.

"Ok."

Burgess looked up, eyes flustered.

She let go obediently, handing the Glock over.

"Get up, it's cold on the ground."

After taking the pistol, Ethan stretched out his hands to help Burgess up.

"Feel sorry."

Her feet were still a little weak, and she forced a smile.

"Don't be sorry, you've done a great job." Ethan patted her arm and thrust the Glock into himself.

Now that she is emotionally unstable, she temporarily keeps the pistol by herself.

The sound of footsteps next to him sounded, and Atwater ran back quickly after searching.

He was instantly relieved to find that Ethan was looking after his partner.

(End of this chapter)