My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 776 The Bewitching Sword Light (Two in One)

Seeing the waiter apologizing seriously, Ethan didn't bother to pursue it.

"fine."

He shook his shirt, waved his hand and said, "You go, be careful."

"OK, thanks."

Although the other party spoke Spanish, it was still possible to communicate with a few simple words. The waiter thanked him again and again, grabbed the tray and walked quickly to the side.

"We need to hurry up."

Catherine glanced at her watch, leaned close to Ethan's ear, and shouted: "Several people in the dwarf are dead, but I'm not sure if anyone else will contact Carlos. We need to be fast."

"Ok, I know."

Ethan nodded, but his gaze followed the waiter just now.

Putting the tray away, the waiter quickly walked to the side and came to the staff passage.

The big man above said that no matter whether it was aimed at him or not, as long as there is any abnormality, if you report it to him, you can get rewards of different amounts.

Was scooped up by a co-worker before and made hundreds of dollars.

This time, it was finally my turn.

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up, and the fingers that stretched out to the phone receiver on the wall trembled slightly.

Just as he was about to press the number, he knocked his head forward uncontrollably.

"Boom."

The landline hanging on the wall was smashed to pieces.

Buttons and plastic blocks shattered to the ground, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down the wall.

Compared with the phone, the brain is obviously harder.

"Who do you want to notify?"

Ethan pressed the waiter's head, and said in a cold tone: "It's such a big aisle, you just bumped into me, do you think I'm a fool?"

The waiter was in pain, dizzy, and said some babbling words.

"I don't understand Spanish."

There was no one around, Ethan pulled out the Glock with a swish, and put the gun against the waiter's chin: "Where is Carlos?"

The pronunciation of the name is roughly the same.

Hearing the word Carlos, the waiter trembled all over.

Well, he sure knows something.

Catherine pulled out the m1911 and pressed it hard against the waiter's temple.

"Click."

The hammer swung down, and he had no time to waste now.

It wasn't that noisy here, but the music was still clearly heard, but the subtle sound of the hammer being pulled was like a bell hitting the waiter's ear.

Loading and unloading two pistols made his bladder sore and his crotch quickly became wet.

After chattering for a while, Ethan looked at Catherine.

"Second floor, the far right box."

Catherine acted as an interpreter at the right time, speaking out what the waiter said, and she asked some more words, and the two communicated quickly.

"He doesn't know exactly how many people are there."

Catherine looked at Ethan and said quickly: "I only know that there are no less than five, and he doesn't want to take us up. For him, death is an easier thing."

"Okay, let's go."

Ethan put the Glock down and slid the gun back into his hip.

Letting go of his hand, the waiter instantly collapsed on the ground, looking at the two of them in horror.

"Should I knock him out?"

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Catherine asked.

"no need."

Looking at the man who had passed out on the ground, the corner of Ethan's mouth turned up: "This is a smart man, he will make the right choice."

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps disappeared that the waiter quietly opened his eyes.

There was no one around, he got up quickly, covered his forehead and staggered towards the back door, this time he was really staggering, not pretending, he planned to run home, first to hide from the limelight.

"Sorry, the above is only for VIPs."

When the two came to the stairs leading to the second floor, they were stopped by two strong men in black T-shirts.

Catherine repeated the same trick, showing the police badge in her hand.

"Excuse me."

One of the black T-shirts glanced at the police badge, and said blankly: "Please show your VIP card, it is only for VIPs."

A big nightclub can be opened in this kind of place.The boss is also a powerful person with a background.

When the black T-shirt looked at Catherine, there was still a hint of disdain in his eyes. The police badge was useful at the outer door, and you could enter without a ticket, but here it was just a piece of broken tin, no big deal.

There was a smile on the corner of Ethan's mouth, and he clenched his fists.

"Boom."

A heavy punch flew up like a meteor, hitting the black T-shirt's chin hard.

That force led him to flip sideways.

There was a bang without a sound, and the black T-shirt fell asleep sweetly.

Turning around, he was about to attack the second person.

Crack the throat, explode the liver, tease the yin.

Catherine performed a set of moves neatly and neatly. The other black T-shirt clamped her legs, and she curled up on the ground.

Good guy, this bitch is really ruthless.

She raised the knife in her hand, and when she was about to attack the second person, she found that she had already been lying down and passed out.

The two looked at each other and smiled, giving birth to a feeling of sympathy.

Before attracting anyone's attention, they ran upstairs quickly. Even though there was no camera here, they also pretended to be, and quickly put on the soft rubber masks in their pockets.

"I don't believe you are an adviser to the Ministry of Defense."

Catherine put her hands behind her waist, pulled out two Colt M1911s, and tilted her eyes towards Ethan: "Are you from the FBI or the Drug Administration?"

"neither."

Ethan spoke concisely, throwing his backpack in front of him.

The MP5 submachine gun was in his hand and was about to change the magazine. Catherine reminded him that the replacement had already been completed when he was on the motorcycle just now.

The two walked quickly and quickly came to the second floor.

The basic tactical movements are all common. With the fingers moving, the two people separate from the left and right, and quickly walk to the right along the wall.

Stepping on the wooden floor, there was an inexplicable rebound.

"Bump bump!"

A waitress in the curved corridor saw two people with guns appearing suddenly, she raised her hands in fright, the tray fell, and the wine bottle fell to the ground and shattered.

The strong smell of alcohol instantly spread in the corridor.

At the same time, a dozen meters away from them, a door in the corner opened, and loud music poured out.

There was a burst of shouting, and Ethan could only understand the word Tequila.

Seeing that the people inside were about to come out, he rushed forward like a ghost, and under Catherine's surprised gaze, he heaved his body a few times and quickly approached the box.

The man who wanted to order wine strode out of the door.

The footsteps have not stopped, the next moment, the whole person flew backwards, knocking over the two naked women behind.

This movement startled the people in the private room.

Their first reaction was to reach out to touch the firearms on the side. Ethan's figure appeared at the door of the box. His eyes passed through a large group of people, and collided with the sight of a bearded man near the guardrail outside. .

Carlos!
"Bang bang bang."

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and fired.

The man who was knocked to the ground exploded with blood mist from his head.

The two women below were spattered with blood.

The three people on the sofa were scorched by half-shot bullets, their bodies trembling crazily, and the flying blood stained a large amount of flour on the table bright red.

"Get down!"

Ethan continued to move the muzzle of the gun and let out a loud roar

In the middle of the box, seven or eight naked women turned pale. They were obviously frightened by the sudden killing, and they all froze in place.

"Clap clap clap."

A series of gunshots rang out.

Near the inside, three people including Carlos raised their guns and shot at the door.

The gunfire kept flickering.

The bullets pierced through the women's bodies, and after exploding clouds of blood, they continued to fly towards the door.

The bodies of those women kept shaking with the gunshots.

They looked desperate and lost life in their eyes.

Ethan's breath was hot and his eyes were wide open.

The body jumped forward quickly, rolling on the ground, avoiding the bullets flying with blood.

The submachine gun in his hand, breathing gunfire.

The two gunmen standing there were hit by the bullets crackling. They let out a roar and continued to pull the trigger unconsciously until they died of breath.

"clatter."

The magazine is depleted.

Glock quickly pulled out and hit Carlos' position.

"Puff puff."

The bullet landed on the concrete barrier, splashing debris, and the three bullet holes almost overlapped.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Carlos ran away immediately.

He supported the guardrail, flew downstairs and jumped downstairs, avoiding this wave of attacks.

"Boom."

With a body weighing more than 160 kilograms, he jumped from the second floor of more than four meters high and smashed a table hard, causing a loud noise.

The gunshot just now was not obvious amidst the loud electronic sounds.

A large living person jumped down from the top, and finally attracted the attention of the audience. The surrounding crowd exclaimed, and the music stopped quickly.

The crowd scattered in terror, leaving a large open space.

"asshole."

Carlos roared angrily like a beast with a wounded head.

I felt dizzy and felt a sharp pain in my feet.

The inexplicable shooter was still upstairs, his instinct to escape cheered him up, he pushed away the wine bottles and cups scattered on the ground with his hands and feet, struggling to get up and escape for his life.

"hiss!"

The people at the scene took a collective breath.

In the box upstairs, a man wearing a mask appeared, holding a gun in his hand, pointing down.

Seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, many people closed their eyes.

At this time, the man put down his gun.

Ethan turned his head and looked at the group of women on the ground. Some of them had died, while some were still twitching non-stop. The entire floor of the private room was stained red with blood, and the smell of blood was soaring.

He gritted his teeth and picked up the knife on the fruit plate next to him.

Downstairs, Callas struggled to get up.

The corner of Ethan's mouth twitched, and he supported the guardrail with one hand, turned over and jumped down.

"Boom."

With a muffled sound, both feet landed firmly.

In the eyes of all the drinkers, he held the table knife behind his back and stood up slowly.

"who are you?"

"Who sent you here?"

Carlos turned around in a hurry when he heard the movement.

Seeing the murderous eyes of the other party, Carlos put his elbows on the ground, dragged his painful legs and retreated to the distance, regardless of the wine, dust and glass shards on his body.

"I have money."

The veins on his forehead popped up, and he roared loudly, "I can give you whatever you want."

"100?"

"1000 million!!!"

Ethan tilted his head, watching him crawl towards the dropped pistol.

The noisy bar just now was filled with Carlos' begging for mercy. The trapped beast was seeking a last-ditch chance.

"bump."

Ethan waved his foot lightly, kicking away the red wine bottle next to him.

The wine bottle swirled and slid sideways.

When it hit the foot of the chair, it shattered with a bang, and the wine slowly flowed out.

The moment the voice sounded, Ethan rushed forward with a murderous look, and pushed Carlos down, the knife flashed brightly.

"boom!"

The crowd of onlookers let out a low cry and took a step back collectively.

"Shhhhh."

Under the red neon light, the knife light is particularly coquettish.

"Hey."

The sound of vomiting came one after another.

"Ding."

The table knife was thrown away, bouncing on the ground.

Ethan gasped slightly. He stood up and looked upstairs. Catherine was holding a pistol and was guarding him against any accidents.

The two nodded to each other, and Catherine turned around and disappeared over the guardrail.

Ethan pulled his glove, stepped over Carlos' tattered body, and walked towards the stairs. Wherever he went, the terrified crowd dispersed like the ebbing sea.

Even the security personnel in the bar did not dare to make any changes.

Gathering together with Catherine, the two quickly left the bar without anyone stopping them, and no one thought of calling the police.

It wasn't until the back of the demon disappeared that the crowd in the bar suddenly dispersed.

As soon as he walked out of the bar, Ethan quickly took off his shirt.

The two of them went into the alley together, and when they came to a dark place, they took off their T-shirts and wore them backwards to make the blood on their bodies less obvious.

Without a word all the way, he quickly returned to the parking place.

Ride a motorcycle, draw a half circle on the ground, and leave Lleras Park in a hurry.

Ethan twisted the accelerator vigorously. After the motorcycle whizzed through the streets of Medellin for more than ten minutes, the feeling of excitement finally subsided.

"Just leave the car here."

One minute away from the safe house, Catherine patted him on the shoulder and signaled Ethan to stop.

"It won't take long." She swung her long legs and got out of the car, tidying up her messy hair: "The rats in this city will clean up the motorcycle and disassemble it into pieces."

Ethan followed suit, turned off the key and walked to the safe house with her.

"I underestimate you."

Catherine looked at Ethan: "Now it seems that you are not just as simple as accurate marksmanship."

With the situation in the house just now, if it were her own, she would definitely not be able to clean up a group of vicious criminals in just a few seconds. This sudden burst of combat power is a bit scary.

As for the killing of Carlos later, it was not a big deal for Catherine, who had been in contact with the dark side all year round.

At most, it looks a little cruel.

"Thank you."

Ethan smiled slightly: "You are not simple either."

When we met for the first time, I thought she was just a girl with a bit of pretty appearance, and my performance tonight also refreshed my perception of her.

Now it seems that anyone who can be summoned by Matt cannot be underestimated.

In the ghastly streets of the slums that others see as eerie, the two of them regarded it as a smooth road, walking in a relaxed and comfortable manner, and joked a few words from time to time.

(End of this chapter)