My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 714 Death Scythe
On the fifth floor, a group of thugs were besieging the rooms in the corridor.

The dense bullets knocked the door to pieces.

Someone lifted out the sofa and bench from the room, and kept bumping against the wooden door, as if they were attacking the city.

As soon as Ethan stepped up the stairs, he saw the sofa chair break open the door.

The bandits were ecstatic and burst into cheers.

The frequency of counterattacks in the room was getting lower and lower, and the ammunition seemed to be almost exhausted. Affected by this, more people ran out of the room and joined the party.

Seeing that the few people who hid in the room were about to fall.

Limang flashed in Ethan's eyes, the AK was raised flat, the handguard was clenched tightly, and the shoulders were shaking wildly with the butt of the gun.

The 7.62mm caliber bullet pierced steadily forward under his powerful force. Wherever the bullet went, there was a bloodbath. In a few seconds, all the people gathered near the door were knocked down. .

The screams were endless, and those who were lucky enough not to be hit fled desperately.

Using hands and feet, they fled behind the fence in terror, trying to avoid the scythe of death's harvest.

Behind Ethan, Jill also burst out with firepower.

A series of black shadows flashed below.

She kept firing at the crack of the stairs, the bullet casings were thrown out quickly, and the sweat on her short hair was also shaken to drip continuously.

The people below also started to fight back.

The bullets splashed cement debris and slid across her cheek, leaving a bloodstain.

Jill couldn't control so much at this time, and desperately suppressed firepower.

"bump."

A huge machete slashed fiercely at the corner of the corridor, splashing sparks.

The AK47 with its magazine emptied was thrown away.

Ethan pulled the pistol he had just picked up from the corpse out of his belt with a swish, and moved the muzzle quickly.

"boom."

Turning sideways, he shot a shot at the ground, and there was a hole in the protruding shoe in an instant.

"what!!!"

A Colombian hugged his legs and fell forward.

"Bang bang."

Ethan nailed him in the head twice again without giving him any chance.

Leap forward and look to the right.

There were five more Colombians standing in the passage, all of them holding machetes, looking at the gun in Ethan's hand with ashen faces.

"Thorn."

Ethan grabbed the machete embedded in the corner of the wall and swiped it, leaving a trail of sparks on the wall.

The other party didn't have a gun, and he wanted to save some bullets.

The one-meter-long machete shook in his hand, very smoothly.

The Colombians on the opposite side glanced at each other, and rushed over with grinning grins, the machetes in their hands whistling down.

"Ding."

With a wave of his arm, Ethan easily slashed the machete in the lead's hand. The machete flew back and inserted it into a door, making a muffled sound, and the handle of the machete kept shaking.

Immediately afterwards, a cold light flashed, and the head of Hao Hao flew out of thin air.

In the dark corridor, the vigorous figure moved up and down, left and right like a ghost, and the stabbing sound kept ringing.

The smell of blood spread rapidly along with the sound of spraying water mist.

Jill was forced to retreat upstairs by the gunfire below. When she heard that there was no more gunshots above, she hurriedly looked to the side.

The sight in front of her made her shudder.

"Shh."

A flash of light flashed, and it slashed diagonally from the body of the last Colombian man.

It wasn't until the man fell back heavily that Ethan stopped the movement of his hands, swung his arm vigorously, and the machete flew up and smashed the surveillance camera on the wall.

He straddled the stumped limbs on the ground and walked towards Jill.

The entire corridor turned into a slaughterhouse. Ethan's body was splashed with blood, and Jill's body was shaken by the aura like a beast.

The next moment, Ethan raised his pistol and pointed at Jill.

His eyes are cold and breathtaking.

Jill was in a trance, as if he felt death coming.

"boom."

The light of the gunfire caused her eyelids to blink quickly, leaving an afterimage in her pupils.

"Boom."

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded from behind, making her turn her head quickly in fright.

An old black man wearing a floral turban suddenly appeared beside her at some point, but now he has fallen to the ground with a pistol in his hand.

"Is this the time to be dazed?"

Ethan pulled out the python again, and walked over with two guns in hand: "Cheer up."

"Oh."

Jill didn't dare to refute, and nodded quickly.

Under the leadership of Ethan, the two groped towards the end of the corridor. Before leaving, Jill looked at the place in the corridor just now and exhaled softly.

When heading to the room where Phillips was, gunfire flashed throughout the building from time to time.

As long as Ethan waved his arm, a black shadow fell down immediately.

After Jill emptied the ammunition of the AR15, he quickly replaced it with an MP5, and kept shooting at the back.

The two cooperated very skillfully, suppressing the people outside the corridor.

After a while, we came to the end of the corridor.

Under the sharp attack of the two, Ethan could observe through the radar that the person hiding behind the fence had quietly receded.

If you don't retreat, you can't, as long as you get your head up, your head will bloom in the next moment.

Faced with this situation, not to mention the wandering soldiers, even the regular soldiers can't handle it when they come. They are out to make money, not die.

When the risk is too high, many people will not want to make this money.

This was also the reason why Ethan was so ruthless. He had to kill these people until he was terrified, so as to stop those who wanted to fish in troubled waters.

"Phillips."

Ethan roared as he approached the door.

This is to remind the people inside, otherwise they will be shot twice by their own people, which is really called an unjust death.

"Here I am."

A pleasantly surprised cry came from inside: "We are inside."

"Don't shoot."

Leaving Jill on guard, Ethan quickly collected the weapons on the ground. Fortunately, the location of the place Phillips and the others chose was smart enough that he could operate it calmly if it was not within the shooting range of the upper corridor.

"Open the door." Jill lifted the sofa chair and patted the crumbling door.

The people inside moved quickly, removing all the tables, chairs and benches blocking the door, and after removing a large table, the light inside finally came out.

Phillips' bald head was covered with sweat.

He squatted down and looked out nervously through the hole in the door. Bullet casings and corpses were scattered all over the place, making his face even paler.

"Zaki?"

Jill glanced back nervously and quickly.

All she saw was Phillips shaking his head silently and the corpse lying in a pool of blood in the room.

"Fake."

Jill cursed angrily, and fired several shots at the stairs.

Now that he had no time to control her mood, Ethan squatted on the ground and licked the bag very skillfully.

Pistols, submachine guns, shotguns, and bullets were all collected, and while Jill was not paying attention, he added a few magazines to them.

(End of this chapter)