My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 775 Motorcycle Attack (Two in One)

The sky quickly turned dark. After eating the dinner packed by Sandro, everyone took a rest and went out one after another.

At Catherine's suggestion, Ethan and her uniform dress.

They are all dressed casually, with sneakers, big pants, and a floral shirt on top of a vest.

The main purpose is to look like a foreign backpacker.

Plain and unobtrusive.

Moreover, the other party also helped Ethan make up a disguise, sticking a goatee on his mouth, so he couldn't recognize someone he didn't know.

Catherine herself didn't know what method she used.

The complexion of the whole face turned into a wheat color, and with a simple smear between the eyebrows, the appearance became much more ordinary.

With these few tricks, he saw the extraordinaryness of the CIA.

It is best not to be an enemy of such an institution.

Everything was ready, the Glock was inserted behind the waist, the MP5 was thrown into a small backpack, and the two walked downstairs together.

This time, they are going to attack two people.

One is called Shorty, who likes to go in and out of bathing places. According to intelligence, he will dispatch with three subordinates almost every night after eight o'clock.

The other one is Carlos.

He is a frequent visitor to the bar, and usually hangs out in Lleras Park at night.

The places of these two people were not far apart, so under Matt's arrangement, they were handed over to Ethan and Catherine.

They were the last to walk out of the safe house, and the two vehicles remained behind the house.

I thought it was driving one of the cars.

But under the leadership of Catherine, the two walked down the ramp together, and found a motorcycle that was about [-]% to [-]% new in a small parking lot.

"Are you serious?"

Looking at the black motorcycle, Ethan couldn't laugh or cry.

It feels too low-end.

"Shh."

Catherine didn't answer his question, but threw the key to Ethan: "Go ahead and drive. In this city, it's best not to have men sitting on the back seat of a motorcycle, or there will be trouble."

Pablo once formed a large number of motorcycle killers.

One person drove and one person shot, causing many bloody killings on the streets of Medellin.

Today, there are still many cities in Colombia that prohibit men from riding motorcycles on the back seat, which is also for this reason.

Medellin is full of narrow, dense streets.

After firing the shot, he plunged into the alley, and there was no way to track it. This is an effective method that has been practiced with many lives, and the CIA will certainly not miss it.

Ethan shrugged and stepped onto the motorcycle.

"boom."

The engine vibrated, a beam of light pierced the dark alley, and the vehicle plunged into the night of Medellin.

The road is unknown and the condition of the vehicle is not familiar.

Going down the hill, brake with one hand and gas with the other.

In the collision and collision, the voice of the female agent gritted her teeth: "Are you going to drive or not?"

Touch it a few times, it's nothing.

People who walk on the line of life and death have nothing to do with this kind of thing. Ethan is a handsome man, and Catherine doesn't mind even more.

The main thing is to shake and shake, which makes her uncomfortable.

"It will be open."

Ethan chuckled, twisted the accelerator violently, and the motorcycle shot out like an arrow off the string.

"You are in good shape."

While Catherine's body was shaking, she quickly hugged Ethan's waist, and when her fingers touched the raised abdominal muscles, she couldn't help rubbing them twice.

Good guy, I wanted to grab some oil.

Unexpectedly, it was the other way around, Ethan smiled dumbly.

Medellin at night is much more lively than during the daytime. The streets we pass through are full of Bodhisattvas who save lives, all of whom have strong thighs and wide buttocks.

He finally figured it out, the aesthetics here are like this.

After going back and forth a few times in a street, the motorcycle stopped at the corner of the street.

Ethan stroked his goatee, lit a cigarette, and acted just like the people around him.

Medellin tonight is destined to be restless.

Others, it is estimated that they have also arrived at the hands-on location one after another, preparing to add a bit of excitement to this charming night.

The female agent behind put her elbow on his shoulder.

Her bright eyes looked around, as if admiring the night view, but in fact, her attention was on a small building not far away.

Red neon lights, universal.

People who come to play always smile knowingly when they meet.

Regardless of class, regardless of size

People who come out of it always look like sages who are indifferent to life.

"Notice."

Catherine patted Ethan on the shoulder: "The target appears."

In the distance, a BMW approached.

Through the windshield, one can see the person sitting in the back row, with thick black hair and big and small eyes, he is undoubtedly a dwarf.

The people in the car also exuded a vigorous aura.

Come out to play a game, and bring a few subordinates, the shorty can't be more careful, but unfortunately, being targeted by the CIA and the FBI, it is doomed that all this effort will be in vain.

"You come?"

Ethan flicked the cigarette butt into the sewer: "Or me?"

"I come."

Catherine's crisp voice sounded, she pulled the backpack Ethan was carrying, and pressed her palm on the handle of the gun: "You can drive, leave the rest to me."

Being able to enter this kind of department has extremely strong self-confidence.

"it is good."

Seeing the BMW stop, Ethan nodded.

From sheriff to agent killer, this identity change is interesting.

Li Mang flashed in his eyes, took a deep breath, and twisted the accelerator vigorously, and the motorcycle roared immediately.

The wheels turned quickly and rushed forward.

Just as the vehicle started, Catherine twitched the hand holding the handle of the MP5 gun.

Clamping the motorcycle tightly with both legs, he picked up the MP5 submachine gun with both hands, and pointed the black barrel at the shorty and the others.

Although she has a Colt M1911 on her body.

But at this time, the submachine gun was naturally more useful, so she took it out unceremoniously.

The dwarf walked up the steps with three of his men.

He scratched his crotch, his nose opened slightly in excitement, and his breath became hot. The big mill last night had to be done again.

"Boom!"

The sound of the motorcycle rushing sounded.

The sound made him feel something was wrong, he turned his head quickly and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A man and a woman, two people.

They looked at themselves with cold eyes, and rushed over quickly under the driving of the motorcycle.

In the woman's hand was a submachine gun.

"Assault."

The dwarf's tailbone was sore, he yelled in horror, and quickly touched the back of his waist.

"Suddenly."

A series of gunfire flashed from the muzzle of the submachine gun.

Blood mist exploded on the dwarf's body. Catherine moved the muzzle of the gun and continued to shoot. The bullets spewed out quickly, bringing all four people on the steps into her attack range.

The violent gunshots suddenly sounded.

The passers-by nearby were stunned for a moment, and immediately ran around.

Catherine pressed the butt of the gun tightly to her shoulder, and firmly controlled the weak recoil of the MP5. The explosion of fireworks could not make her eyelashes even blink.

Her fingers moved rapidly.

In just a few seconds, all the bullets in the magazine were emptied.

Several people on the steps rolled down one after another.

The red liquid spread rapidly on it, looking very dazzling.

Ethan squinted and turned the accelerator sharply.

There is no need to replenish the gun. Catherine's marksmanship is very good. None of these people can escape from her gun.

The motorcycle roared, and a puff of blue smoke came out.

Before the passers-by could react, they quickly fled the scene.

In less than ten seconds, everything was settled.

Feeling Catherine stuffing the MP5 submachine gun into the backpack, Ethan sped up a little more, and the night wind was blowing, blowing his whole body refreshed.

It's so exciting to do this kind of work.

"Your marksmanship is good."

He looked in the rearview mirror, released the accelerator and gave a thumbs up.

"Thank you."

Catherine remained calm, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned.

Having received professional training, she unexpectedly attacked these lone offenders. This result is no surprise.

Hit and escape!
With the reaction speed of the Medellin police, they couldn't even smell the exhaust smoke of the motorcycle.

The two did not stop. Under the guidance of Catherine, the motorcycle quickly came to the vicinity of Lleras Park. The vehicle stopped and was locked. They walked forward easily and comfortably as if nothing had happened.

On the side of the road, there are restaurants and bars of all sizes.

Rows of small light bulbs hang above the road.

Coupled with the lighting arrangement of bars and restaurants, the long street is emitting neon lights.

It looks bright and colorful, and it looks colorful.

Tourists from all over the world, and local citizens like to come here to relax.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a crowd.

"Boom wipe."

Street performers in hats beat their musical instruments rhythmically, singing joyfully to paying guests.

And those tourists, following the sound of the music, twisted directly on the street.

"How about we find a place to have a drink later?"

Feeling this atmosphere and environment, Ethan felt much more relaxed. He put his hands in his pockets and said casually, "Try the wine here, it should taste good."

"You think girls are nice, don't you?"

Catherine saw through his little thoughts at a glance, and unceremoniously exposed it.

Colombian girls are already very cool in their clothes. When they come to this kind of leisure and nightlife place, they can no longer be described as generous. They are simply generous and have a spirit of sharing.

Above the short skirt, girls with only a tube top can be seen everywhere.

The girl walking in front of Ethan twisted her hips vigorously, and the green dress on her body was like a bellyband.

The entire back is tied with only two or three straps.

Ethan suspected that with a gentle pull of his hand, he would be able to remove all the cover from her body.

"Yes."

He withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "It is indeed good, this cannot be denied."

"Let's talk again when we have a chance."

Catherine spread her hands and said with a shrug.

All the way forward, came to an extremely lively bar.

Dozens of tables outside were full of people. Interestingly, there were only glasses of wine and water on the tables of these people, and no food at all.

Just drinking and chatting.

The two stopped like ordinary tourists.

They looked at the bar. The overall decoration style is black, and the red neon lights inside are flickering, which looks like a magic cave.

A long queue formed between the seats on both sides.

The popularity of this bar is very good, and those who line up are dressed in bright and beautiful clothes.

"Can we go in?"

Ethan tightened the small backpack on his shoulders and frowned.

At the entrance of the bar, there are several black T-shirts.

Collect money and search.

The things on himself and Catherine cannot withstand the search.

If she wasn't there, he could borrow the space to bring the gun in easily, which is not very convenient now.

"small issue."

Catherine took out a badge from her pocket and shook it at Ethan: "We are the Medellin police now, and there is no search."

Looking at the badge in her hand, Ethan smiled and shook his head.

He also expressed his admiration for the endless tricks of the Intelligence Bureau. Whether the badges are real or fake, he has no doubts. It is relatively difficult to find fake ones among them.

The two jumped over the crowd in line and walked inside.

Coming to the door, the Catherine badge flashed.

Let alone a body search, they didn't even want their tickets, and the two walked into the bar swaggeringly.

The second hands-on target is Cross.

In recent months, he has been hanging out in this bar at night. The information about Carlos is not so detailed. It is not clear how many people are with him.

There is only a photo, and the address, and no other information.

Next, we can only be more vigilant.

Go through the soundproof door and come to the bar. In fact, it is more appropriate to call it a nightclub. On the DJ stage, bikini beauties are playing discs passionately. The music is so loud that you can't even hear your words clearly.

The neon lights flicker with the music.

On the dance floor in the middle, passionate South Americans are showing their charm to the fullest.

Next to it, there is a circle of booths and large and small round tables.

On the second floor, there are private rooms one by one, and the place near the dance floor is open, and the people inside can enjoy the atmosphere and have a sense of superiority.

Many handsome men and beautiful women twisted their bodies along with the music on it.

Alcohol, strong singing, hot dancing.

Medellin's passionate night is in full swing.

The two of them didn't find any place to sit down, and their eyes quickly looked around. They scanned around the first floor, but they didn't find the target.

Before departure, Sandro had confirmed.

Cross has indeed come here, so the target is on the second floor.

The two looked at each other and looked upstairs.

However, due to the problem of the angle of sight, only people close to the guardrail can be seen, and the inside cannot be seen clearly.

Just as the two of them were looking around, this strange behavior caught the attention of those who cared. Walking into the bar, not drinking or dancing, just looking around, this is too abnormal.

A waiter dressed in black passed by with a tray.

He staggered and dropped a glass of beer on the tray.

"boom."

The wine glass fell to the ground and shattered.

Some wine splashed on Ethan's back, and a black guy with sharp edges and corners quietly emerged from his clothes.

"Sorry, very sorry."

The waiter apologized repeatedly, nodded and bowed to Ethan.

(End of this chapter)