My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Not long after he closed his eyes, Ethan jumped up from the mattress.

A bottle of whiskey and half a dozen beers.

No matter how strong the physical fitness is, the bladder can't hold it, and it begins to protest strongly.

Stride to the bathroom, the water column torrent.

One minute later, he jerked violently, and then he flushed, washed his hands, and went back to his room comfortably.

Lie back on the mattress and just close your eyes.

The next moment, the eyes quietly opened again, and on the radar, dense dots of light surrounded from all directions.

In the middle of the night, how could there be so many people.

He quickly grabbed the Glock that was put aside, turned over and sat up, and he was right, he was indeed approaching in his direction.

Moreover, it is already close to the front and rear doors of the house.

With a swish, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back. Before he had time to think about it, he rushed out of the room and lifted Glock up. Bang bang hit the stairs with two shots.

These two gunshots were deafening in the quiet night.

Go down and call people one by one, maybe the other party will break in. This method is simple, rude and direct.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the light spots outside suddenly stopped.

And the few people in the building moved quickly.

Squeak.

The door next to it was quietly opened.

Catherine appeared at the door holding the Colt M1911 in both hands, her arms clamped her chest, which was very spectacular.

"what's the situation?"

Seeing Ethan standing outside with a Glock in his hand, wearing only a pair of underwear, and her nose could still smell gunpowder smoke, she frowned: "What happened?"

Before Ethan could answer, there were two loud bangs.

The front and rear doors were broken open at the same time, and nearly ten light spots poured into the house.

Below the gap in the stairs, there were only a few figures.

Anyone on the third floor could hear the sound of chaotic footsteps, there was no need to explain anything, the situation was already very obvious.

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan stood sideways, facing the gap in the stairwell, and frantically pulled the trigger.

The light of the gunfire flashed into a ball in the dark stairs.

Within seconds, the magazine is completely emptied.

The screams rang out one after another, even if they fired indiscriminately, there would always be a few unlucky ones who were hit by a group of people crowded at the stairs.

After being shot, the light spots quickly spread out.

Kang Kang Kang.

The unique sound of AK sounded, and the bullets whizzed upwards.

The gunfire was several times more violent than his.

The banisters of the stairs splashed clouds of sparks, which made the cement on the ceiling peel off.

Ethan quickly turned around to avoid, the sound of gunfire in the stairwell was deafening.

This wave of his attack bought some time for the others. Several people on the second floor poked their heads and looked upstairs nervously.

Pointing to the downstairs, Ethan quickly returned to the room.

Catherine squeezed the trigger several times, stepped back a few steps and saw him putting on his clothes, and asked incredulously, "Are you serious?"

Being attacked, this guy's first reaction was to go back and get dressed.

"It's exposed here."

Ethan threw his backpack behind him and put on a spare magazine: "You don't want to stay here anymore, do you?"

There was violent gunfire downstairs, and Phillips and the others began to shoot back.

There were more than a dozen light spots outside the house, and only a small half of people broke into the house, and they were all fully armed.

There may be more outside the detection range.

It's hard to say these things, but the safe house has been exposed, this is an ironclad fact.

Catherine also reacted and quickly returned to the room.

In about ten seconds, she changed into her clothes, put on her small backpack, and went out to perform tasks. Everyone is easy to carry and does not know how to carry large bags.

"You wait, I'll get some equipment."

Hearing the yelling downstairs, Ethan grabbed her backpack.

"Aren't we going to kill them directly?"

Catherine raised Colt and asked murderously.

There are at least 20 people who can be scanned, and I don't know how many people are outside the detection range.

In this case, rushing out is death.

"You wait for me."

Ethan stopped her without question, leaned against the wall, and quickly moved downstairs.

The figure flickered, and a man holding an AK appeared within the field of vision. The Glock in his hand burst into flames instantly, knocking him to the ground with several shots.

No matter whether there are people or not, they are shooting anyway.

After the magazine was emptied, he also came to the corridor on the second floor.

The people here are also in a hurry to pack their things, and they soon know that this safe house can no longer stay.

"There are still many people outside."

Matt walked back from the balcony with a bent waist, and said sharply, "Everyone escapes separately, and each goes to another safe house. I will call to inform you about the rest of the matter."

"Phillips."

He looked at his old buddy and said in a deep voice, "Follow me."

"Ethan."

Matt looked at the person who rushed to the ammunition box: "You don't know the location of the safe house, so you have to separate. You and Catherine are together."

"clear."

Ethan raised his hand and made an OK gesture.

Beside the corridor, Alan and Jonathan suppressed the enemy's offensive, and Catherine upstairs made up two shots from time to time.

Grab a couple of AR15s and cling to a couple of magazines.

While they were not paying attention, their fingers flicked on the grenade. Time was running out. These things must not be taken away. There were dozens of them densely packed, and they could take as many as they could.

While taking it, he stuffed it on his body.

In an instant, more than a dozen grenades disappeared into the box.

"boom."

There was a sound of glass shattering, and a few black particles flew into it.

Alarm bells ringing in his heart, Ethan ejected and started.

In a flash, he opened his arms, embraced Phillips and Matt, and led them to the side, and the three of them knocked over the sofa together.

"Boom bang bang."

The grenade exploded, and the explosion sounded.

Head buzzing, as if being stirred by a blender, dizzy.

Fortunately, the sofa helped to block it, otherwise, this wave of explosions would have directly destroyed two of them.

Matt breathed heavily and looked gratefully at Ethan.

Fortunately, this time Phillips brought him over, otherwise, he would have capsized in the gutter.

"How are you?"

Jonathan's anxious voice was accompanied by more intense gunshots.

The people downstairs wanted to take this opportunity to rush up, but were blocked by the crossfire of the three of them.

"fine."

Matt coughed a few times and said loudly.

In the living room, a circle of smoke and dust exploded, choking them hard to breathe.

After scratching his ears, Ethan patted Matt and Phillips on the shoulders: "Go, we can't stay here any longer, maybe there will be some heavy firepower."

This is Medellin, and most of the people who came to the door were the judges.

Now that he has been found, it doesn't make any sense to think about how he was exposed now, let's talk about escaping the danger first.

Staying here is the turtle in the urn.

Run first, and then try to find a way to get back on the field, this is the correct solution.

After the two people reacted, Ethan quickly got up and picked up the guns and ammunition that fell to the ground just now. At the same time, several grenades flew out.

Reciprocity is the way to be a human being.

As the explosion and screams sounded, he picked up his weapon and ran quickly to the corridor. (end of this chapter)