My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 679 I'm Scared

Lifting his head and squinting his eyes at the helicopter in the sky, Ethan immediately sat back in the car.

In just such a short time, the cold wind made his face numb.

The hair is also messed up, like a chicken coop.

"Just follow along."

Ethan sniffed, and said with a sigh: "Unless the red guy can burrow into the ground, he will never escape."

Unexpectedly, the police helicopter was dispatched so quickly.

With this big killer following, it would be useless for the Chevrolet van in front to run.

"I know."

Erin drove the vehicle nervously: "You inform the patrol car behind."

"I know." Ethan grabbed the walkie-talkie again: "Call the main station, the gangster is carrying at least an AK47, there was a firefight just now."

"Remind the police not to follow too closely, there may also be explosives stored in the car."

Just a few seconds after putting down the walkie-talkie, I noticed that the following patrol cars were not following so hard. It seemed that it was an announcement to scare those people.

However, there is still a patrol car, maintaining the speed just now.

In an instant, he rushed up.

Ethan looked to the side and found that it was Burgess. The light of the police lights shone on her face, which was really beautiful.

Instead of looking around, she looked resolutely at the vehicle in front of her.

On the contrary, her partner with a big belly had a rather frightened expression on his face, his mouth was turning up and down, and he knew he was cursing something without guessing.

All the while being locked on by the helicopter's spotlights, the Chevrolet van was also aware of the problem.

The speed of the car first dropped, and then the front of the car swung.

The vehicle drove off the road and onto the trail.

Only in this way can there be a chance to abandon the car and escape. Otherwise, the fuel tank will be empty and the police will also arrange roadblocks on the way to escape.

The two cars behind also followed closely.

At this time, Burgess finally noticed Ethan next to her. She squeezed out a smile and continued to look forward.

This kind of work is not something ordinary people can do.

She was brave enough, and the other police cars were hanging far behind.

After walking through the narrow streets for a while, the person in front put the AK47 out of the window and shot randomly at the back.

"Bang bang bang."

After a burst of gunfire, a few bullets hit the hood, frightening Burgess to ease off the accelerator, the patrol car swayed from side to side and slowed down a bit.

The shop windows on the side of the road were also battered by stray bullets. Passers-by dodged one after another, causing several screams.

The scream was thrown behind him in an instant.

We can no longer allow the opponent to fire so recklessly, as it is easy to accidentally injure civilians.

Ethan leaned out again, the AR15 in his hand spat out flames, and tried his best to control the direction of the muzzle, and the bullet flew towards the fast-rotating tires of the van.

A few shots hit the hub, sending clouds of sparks.

"Boom."

There was a loud noise, and the van shook violently.

Although the people in the car tried their best to control the balance, it didn't help.

The Chevrolet slammed into a brand new Corolla on the side of the road obliquely, crushing the hood directly, and the vehicle flew out of thin air.

"Squeak."

Irene slammed on the brakes heavily, leaving several brake marks more than ten meters long.

"Boom!"

The Chevrolet van fell heavily on the ground, and the window glass was shattered in an instant. The vehicle just carried the shattered glass all over the ground and was blown away several meters away.

"Be careful."

Ethan confessed, holding an assault rifle, and opened the car door.

The patrol car behind also stopped quickly, and Burgess pulled out the Glock and rushed forward.

"Pop flop."

The sound of the helicopter's fan blades turning was extremely ear-piercing.

Under its light, the three separated and searched forward slowly. The broken glass creaked when they stepped on it, and there were still spots of blood on the ground.

The tailgate was thrown open, only a few black luggage bags were seen, and no one was in the compartment.

"Safety."

They are people who often work together, and they cooperate very well.

Burgess yelled and walked to the other side.

Coming to the front of the car, a pistol fell on the shattered windshield. The white man in the driver's seat struggled to reach out and tried to pick up the gun.

"Don't move."

Burgess roared and stamped his foot on the man's palm.

The Glock in her hand pointed at the man firmly, and shouted incoherently, "Put your hands up."

"Boom."

There was a sound next to her, and she turned her head quickly.

A bearded man in a gray jacket was leaning against the car with an AK47 in his hand. He panted and looked over, with murderous looks in his eyes.

"Fake."

Burgess muttered something in his mouth, and closed his eyes in despair.

"Da da da!"

Fierce gunshots rang out, and warm liquid splashed onto his face.

Burgess' body also trembled with the gunshot, she opened her eyes suddenly, and the bearded man had collapsed on the ground, his eyes became dead silent, and large balls of blood spread rapidly on the ground.

"You're welcome."

Lowering the muzzle of the AR15, Ethan blinked quickly at Burgess.

"Thank you."

Burgess broke out in a layer of white sweat, panting heavily.

"Hey." A stammering voice sounded in the cab: "Why don't you move the muzzle away first, I'm afraid of you looking like this."

The person whose palm was stepped on by her looked at the violently shaking gun muzzle, his scalp numb with fright.

"Red guy."

Ethan walked over quickly, squatted down and said with a sneer:

"You're lucky, you didn't crash to death."

Although the person inside was upside down, he was still easily recognized as the target person this time.

With the efforts of Ethan and Irene, the red guy was forcibly dragged out.

"Say."

He pressed the red man's neck with one knee, and shouted sharply, "What's in the car?"

The red guy was so pressured that his face was flushed, and now he lived up to his name.

"Some explosives." He said painfully, "Don't you know?"

Hearing that it contained explosives, Irene didn't bother to handcuff him, and dragged him away from the van quickly.

When she called the bomb squad to come over, the helicopter overhead gradually faded away.

The patrol cars from behind rushed over one after another, and seven or eight patrol officers came down. Under Ethan's command, they controlled the scene and opened a large circle of warning tape far away.

When everyone was busy, an old black man with earphones came out of a nearby convenience store.

"Waterfa."

Seeing his Corolla that had been destroyed in many ways, he jumped excitedly: "Mare Fake, I just paid the down payment, what have you bastards done?"

"Sir, please calm down." A patrolman hurried over to appease him:

"There are bombs here, please stay away."

The soothing effect was very good, and Lao Hei jumped far away in an instant, but his mouth was still cursing.

After Ethan communicated with Hank, he let go of the microphone.

There was a scolding sound not far away, he frowned and turned his head to look over.

"What are you doing?"

The terrified, pot-bellied patrolman just now had his hands on his hips, yelling at Burgess, "Do you think this is a movie?"

"If you want to make meritorious service, don't drag me along."

　Thank you brother Huakai Wenqing for your support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)