My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"Attention everyone, Munoz is heading for door number two."

Antonio grabbed the miniature microphone and yelled, jumped off the table, and kept pulling the crowd forward.

Not only him, but Burgess also pressed his pistol and squeezed towards the No. [-] door.

"Find the target."

"I saw it."

Rusek, Olinski and Horsted all locked targets.

In the chaotic crowd, Muñoz bent over and quickly shuttled among the people who came to the celebration.

"Shoot when you get the chance."

Hank raised his pistol, but the shooting range was full of civilians running around in a panic. Shooting at this time may accidentally injure him at any time.

This problem also exists upstairs.

Orlinski moved the muzzle of his gun, but he hesitated to fire.

Injuring civilians, not only will they be held accountable, but they will also have trouble with their conscience.

"Shet."

Seeing that the other party was about to flee with the chaotic crowd, Hank pressed the microphone and shouted anxiously: "Where is Ethan?"

Yeah, where is Ethan!
Not only Hank, but other people also had questions in their minds.

In the crowd, Muñoz fled desperately.

He is crazy, but not stupid.

As soon as the bodyguards were killed, a bunch of slaps came out, and the people arranged on the stage were also beaten to death two or three times. What are you waiting for if you don't run away at this time.

As for the exposure of his actions, he immediately suspected Bazhuo.

Muñoz's eyes were fierce, and he clenched the handle of his gun.

His steps faltered and he stopped suddenly.

Right on the opposite side, right in front, a suffocating feeling came over.

He held his breath like a mouse being targeted by a cat.

Eyelids blinked quickly, a silver light flashed in front of him, and the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at himself.

"boom."

Fireworks flashed in Muñoz's retina.

The body was hit hard, and the hand holding the gun was directly blown to pieces.

Ethan strode forward, continuing to pull the trigger.

The cylinder rotates, the hammer falls suddenly, and the primer fires instantly.

The gunfire flashed again, and the bullet landed hard on Muñoz's lower abdomen, and the impact brought him backwards.

All these movements, in Muñoz's view, are like slow motion.

Stimulated by the severe pain, his spirit quickly returned to the real world, his mouth opened, and he looked at the opposite person in despair.

"boom."

Another shot went out, and the jaw exploded.

Next, just speed up

The flames from the muzzle of the python's revolver fused together, and the last three bullets in it fired one after another, hitting Muñoz's body before his body fell to the ground.

"Boom."

Munoz hit the ground heavily, his eyelids blinking slowly.

A pair of dark boots came to the side of his head, he exerted all his strength, rolled his eyes, and the last scene of his life was fixed on a handsome face.

"Rubbish!"

Ethan poohed him disdainfully, flicked his fingers, and the boa constrictor revolved around nimbly, before he firmly grasped the handle of the gun.

He lifted the corner of his clothes with one hand, revealing the police badge on his waist.

He looked around and shouted loudly:

"Chicago police."

"call!"

The circle of people squatting around breathed a sigh of relief.

The bursting gunshots that suddenly sounded around them just now almost scared people to pee. Now that they saw the corpse again, they immediately fled to the side.

No one knows if there will be another fight later.

Munoz had been shot dead, and the others also slowed down and surrounded him cautiously.

They were all wary of the appearance of a third gunman, but that kind of thing didn't happen. If there was a gunman, they would have been scared away.

Looking at the body lying on the ground, Burgess was not afraid, but felt relieved, but he was a little regretful that he didn't even have time to pull out the gun.

"Ding Dong~"

Six empty shell casings fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp sound.

"Burgess."

Ethan looked at the Vitality policewoman on the opposite side, and rubbed the bullet nest vigorously.

Swish!
The cylinder rotates quickly, and the six holes are almost connected in a circle.

Burgess looked at the empty magazine, remembered something, and quickly moved his gaze upwards. At this moment, Ethan blinked at her quickly.

"I will definitely avenge you and empty the magazine, what do you think?"

"Are you serious? Just teach him a lesson."

"Then empty the magazine!"

The night when I was an undercover agent, the conversation between the two is vivid in my memory.

Looking at the empty bullet nest that stopped rotating, Burgess was moved and shut his mouth tightly in fright.

Bad marksmanship is one thing.

To do so with premeditation is revenge, it is murder.

While her heart was beating wildly, she also made up her mind to forget all the conversations that night, completely.

Well, Detective Morgan is just a bad shooter!

Ethan loaded the bullet and put the gun in his pocket. He didn't know that in just a few seconds, Burgess's mind took a detour through the eighteen bends of the mountain road.

The target person was killed, and the scene was quickly brought under control.

Follow-up support arrived, and all the corpses were cordoned off. Colleagues in the forensic room were taking pictures and recording.

The follow-up matters have nothing to do with the intelligence team.

They are only responsible for finding people, taking them down, and doing everything, making it appear that others are living for nothing.

The crowd gathered together, high-fiving each other.

After every shootout, as long as there is no injury or pain, it is a great thing and something worth celebrating.

"OK!"

Hank put away the phone and shrugged: "This is a call from Director Perry. He asked why we shot."

"Ha, these office guys."

Irene shook her head and laughed, spread her hands and said, "If I understand directly that Director Perry is praising us for doing a good job, is that okay?"

For a person like Munoz, it's not bad to be able to kill him.

The last time the three of them were cleaned up, and they wanted to capture them alive, Perry really had a good idea.

It's not that Ethan can't do it, but he just thinks it's more to his liking to empty the magazine.

"That's right, we just did a good job."

Hank doesn't care what Perry thinks, and he can't let his own people take such a big risk just because of a sentence from above.

"Everyone did a great job."

He looked at Atwater with satisfaction: "Your performance is also very good."

"Thank you, Sheriff."

Atwater thrust his chest out high and bared his big white teeth.

As soon as he returned to the police station, Bielden ran out.

"Hank."

He spread his hands in front of everyone, and said very seriously:

"Despite our conflicts, I made a pledge."

"Now that Munoz has been shot dead, the matter is over. The prison escort vehicle will be here soon. I need Bazhuo's family."

Although Hank didn't want to agree, he still had to maintain his face.

In any case, Bielden is also his own person, so it is not easy to dismantle him in front of Octopus.

Hank looked back, trying to arrange for someone to bring Octopus's family over so that he could meet him.

"Let me do it."

Antonio raised his hand actively, with a complicated expression: "I want to watch Bazhuo get into the prison car and put an end to this matter."

No one will object to this request.

Everyone patted Antonio on the shoulder one after another, and then walked upstairs.

Back in the Datong room, Ethan sat down on the chair.

Shoot for a while and report to the crematorium.

After burying his head in writing for more than ten minutes, he threw the pen aside, picked up the coffee cup, and squinted at Irene.

Do you want to seduce her with potato chips, spend a little money, and do big things.

This malicious look caught Irene's attention. She raised her head and glared angrily.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ethan shook his fingers, and the coffee liquid shook.

Eileen also trembled suddenly, her eyes frightened.

gunfire! ! !

The cup flew up, hit the wall, and broke into several pieces.

Before the debris hit the ground, Ethan grabbed his pistol and rushed to the stairs.

After two or three strokes, he jumped to the corner.

The people behind also followed quickly, all of them looked nervous.

The direction where the gunshots sounded just now came from the garage.

"Boom."

Ethan slammed open the wooden door and raised his gun.

The rolling gate was wide open, and Bielden was lying next to the technical room, with blood gushing from his neck.

Outside the door, Antonio also fell to the ground. (end of this chapter)