My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 718 Dare to move?
Jill was confused, but the monitoring room on the seventh floor was furious.

"boom."

There was still more than half of the bottle of red wine left, and the judge threw it to the ground forcefully, and the dark red wine splashed everywhere.

The female assistant below was also pushed away by him.

"Look, what the hell is going on here?"

"understood."

The female assistant quickly got up and rushed to the computer.

However, no matter how she typed the keyboard or waved the mouse, the picture on the screen was as if it was frozen, motionless.

Even the monitoring screen kept repeating the two or three seconds of video.

"Shet."

The female assistant slapped the keyboard vigorously: "Our computer has been controlled."

"Can it detonate a bomb?"

The judge quickly asked, he only cares about this issue now.

"No." The female assistant shook her blond hair, gritted her teeth, and said, "The bomb needs to be activated through the system. The other party is a master. I don't even understand how he did it."

"waste."

The judge let out a roar, and spun around in circles angrily.

"Let's go."

In less than two seconds, he made up his mind.

The tenants in the apartment building will not believe the current situation, and they will continue to attack.

And I have to hurry up and leave. Now that I know that Phillips is in New York, I can play however I want in the future.

He tidied up his suit and strode outside.

Although the female assistant was wronged, she hurriedly followed.

Walking out of the monitoring room, there is a large hall outside. In fact, Jiabo can’t be blamed. There is no camera in this place at all. Those who are usually responsible for packing the goods are watched by guards with guns.

There is a row of stainless steel tables in this room, the incandescent lamps are bright, and all kinds of measuring tools are on the tables.

Compared with the messy environment below, this one is similar to a laboratory.

A dozen men and women were busy collecting, packing, and packing the flour on the table, while looking at the judge who came out of the monitoring room with a horrified expression.

"Don't worry, it won't explode. This is to scare them."

The judge blurted out something casually, and continued to walk to the side.

Pushing open the door, there is a luxuriously decorated suite inside, and there are also several people busy in the small room next to the suite.

"gentlemen."

When a bald man saw the judge coming, he bowed and nodded.

I can never get enough of the scene of the female assistant looking at the contents of the house with twinkling eyes.

Green banknotes are stacked in the center of the room.

To put it bluntly, this mountain of banknotes is higher than her own, and she doesn't know the exact amount, but nearly [-] million yuan should not be lost.

Under the gaze of the judge, the mountain of banknotes quickly lowered.

Six Colombian men are quickly packing money into the suitcase.

To him, the money is not too much, and the Colombian side is filled with a room, and it is still coming in continuously.

"Put it on quickly."

The judge said with a sullen face: "After the installation is finished, take it directly to the roof."

"Yes, sir."

The bald man nodded, and he pointed outside again: "Do you need to arrange some people to clean up the people below?"

A gunshot sounded from outside.

This voice is disturbing to listen to.

"Okay, let's take a look too." The judge squinted his one eye, walked to the corner of the room, looked around, and picked up an RPG-7.

The bald man hurried forward and lifted a wooden box on the shelf.

The box was heavy, and there were three rockets in it.

Leaving a few private guards to pack their things, the judge walked outside. The female assistant quickly opened a door next to the room, and the eight people inside stood up in unison. On the table, a handful of TEC-9 submachine gun.

The gun body is compact, short and dainty.

The fast rate of fire and stable performance make it a favorite of many people on the road.

Seeing the female assistant nodding, they immediately picked up their submachine guns and walked out with the judge.

On the sixth floor, the gunfire was fierce.

Although Ethan repeatedly shouted that the explosive crisis had been lifted, no one believed it.

Forced to do nothing, he had no choice but to fight his way out.

Now there are only two people. Taking advantage of the cluttered environment, the gun in his hand was replaced with an AK47, and Jill was also replaced with an AR15.

The spare magazine is also stuck on the waist and is stiff.

That is now, if it were normal, Jill would definitely wonder why the people in this apartment building had so much firepower.

There is another corner, which is the stairwell leading to the seventh floor.

Ethan stopped abruptly, looked behind the wall with cold eyes, and raised his arms.

Needless to say, Jill also stopped in an instant.

Tonight, she could be regarded as seeing Ethan's very magical sixth sense, and he often has an extremely keen intuition about where enemies will appear.

So she lifted the AR15 without any hesitation.

Ethan took a step back slightly. In the radar, three light spots were slowly approaching.

These three people were very professional, and their steps were very methodical. Ethan listened carefully to hear the slight sound of footsteps.

Based on this alone, it is a level higher than the previous ones.

Slow down your breathing and raise the muzzle.

The next moment, three ferocious men quietly turned around the corner.

These are Salvadorans, two Salvatores with tattoos all over their faces, following Hector and appearing in front of Ethan and Jill.

Seeing the black muzzle pointed at them, the pupils of the three constricted violently, and their hearts almost stopped.

"Bang bang bang."

The gun flashed and the bullets spewed out.

The two people beside Hector exploded a cloud of blood mist, their bodies trembling crazily.

"Boom, boom."

After two muffled sounds of falling to the ground, Ethan turned his gun and pointed at Hector:

"Do you dare to move?"

"Well!!!"

Hector snorted and shook his head quickly, but he didn't dare to lift the gun in his hand.

The two guys wearing bulletproof helmets and bulletproof vests in front of them smelled of blood and murderous, and the bullets in the muzzle of the guns would be ejected at any time. In this case, even if he had a hundred guts, he would not dare to move.

"Click."

Hector was very sensible, and the gun in his hand dropped quietly.

"Do you still know me?"

Ethan turned his head and smiled lightly at him.

I don't know if it's a no-brainer, and I was wondering if he would hide in a corner, but unexpectedly, Hector delivered it to the door by himself.

Hector's face changed drastically, and he obviously remembered something.

Ethan grinned, his hands alternated, and the butt of the gun whizzed and hit him hard in the stomach.

"Boom."

"Oh~~~"

Hector was hit hard, and immediately fell to his knees, his body bowed like a boiled prawn, and the veins on his neck pulled up.

"Surprise, Majestic Falk."

Ethan stepped on his head and waved to Jill.

The latter hurried forward and grabbed Hector.

After finding an empty house, the two locked him to the bedpost, and Ethan was relieved that this time, the task was finally completed.

Moving his wrist, Ethan smiled at Hector:

"Excuse me, please go to sleep first."

"No."

Hector let out a low cry of horror, but was punched to the chin, and fell asleep.

"Let's go."

Ethan clapped his palms in satisfaction, threw the AK behind his back into his hands, and the two walked out of the room together, and he closed the door for Hector intimately.

Go out of the circular corridor and carefully come to the patio.

A strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart, and Ethan suddenly looked up.

Behind the fence, stood a one-eyed dragon.

With a grinning grin, he carried an RPG and pointed in his direction.

(End of this chapter)