My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"bump."

The gunman fell from a height and hit the ground hard.

There were seven or eight gaps in the neck, and liquid was being sprayed out from it. The liquid quickly dyed the ground red, his body twitched a few times, and lost his movement.

Catherine wiped the dagger back and forth on the cuff before inserting it into the scabbard.

"Let's go."

Ethan stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.

"Ah."

Catherine stuck the dagger into her lower back and followed Ethan into the darkness.

A few minutes later, with a dog barking, hurried footsteps sounded in the dark alley.

"Whoo~"

Catherine gasped a few times, leaning on her knees to stand against the wall: "Throw away the spear."

"It's so eye-catching."

Just now, the two found a gap and came down from upstairs.

It doesn't matter whether it's south, east or west, anyway, he just ran along a small alley with his legs spread out. Ethan estimated that he would run at least 800 meters away. In addition to the distance he moved on the roof just now, he would definitely run out of the encirclement.

Looking at the light not far ahead, he nodded.

Wrapping the palm of the sleeve with the sleeve, he quickly wiped the AR15 to wipe off any remaining fingerprints, and then threw it into the nearby sewage ditch.

He took the assault rifle from Catherine's hand and repeated the procedure just now.

The female agent rested for a few seconds, ignored Ethan's gaze, and directly took off the blood-stained T-shirt, revealing her sexy upper body.

Belly, chest, collarbone and neck.

She quickly wiped off the sweat and blood on every part with her T-shirt.

Ethan has good eyesight and can clearly see several scars on her body.

Some are long, and some are like copper coins.

Due to adrenal hormones, Catherine was in a very excited state. She quickly opened the backpack, stuffed the blood-stained T-shirt in, took out a black vest, and put it on indiscriminately.

Pink, covered by black.

Ethan shifted his gaze and looked at the two bricks protruding from the corner with admiration.

really warped~
"Are you a monster?" Catherine closed the zipper and looked at Ethan in surprise: "You don't sweat at all?"

"No."

Ethan wiped his forehead and stretched out his fingers to her, with a little sweat on them.

However, compared to Catherine's profuse sweating, he really didn't seem to be sweating, and he wasn't stained with any blood just now, it was just some dust raised up, just waved his hands and slapped it a few times, it didn't need to be so troublesome.

Catherine took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Ethan.

"Crack!"

After lighting it with trembling fingers, she took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke and walked quickly towards the bright place.

The street lamps shone on his face, as if it had been a lifetime away.

I glanced at my watch, at one o'clock in the morning, the streets of Medellin were still bustling.

The generous and fat woman is scratching her head and making a pose.

Drunk men in groups of three or five held wine bottles, hugged each other, and danced happily.

The sound of fierce gun battles 900 meters away from here was reduced by the small buildings and shacks in the slums, which did not affect the peacefulness of singing and dancing outside.

The two stood at the entrance of the alley, scanning around vigilantly.

There was no abnormality, they released their hands behind their waists at the same time, and lifted their clothes to cover the handles of the guns.

Then walk on the sidewalk at an unhurried speed.

Just like a backpacker couple, there is nothing unusual. Others will only think that these two people are bold and dare to go anywhere. Only those who are close can smell a strong smell of gunpowder.

The two smoked heavily, trying to cover up the smell as soon as possible.

"Where are we going?"

After walking a certain distance, Ethan flicked the cigarette butt away.

"Safe house."

Catherine looked at the taxi in the distance, raised her hand and waved: "I, Alan."

She paused, and continued: "And Jonathan, we each have a safe house address, in case of any unexpected situation, we will escape to rest and wait for the online contact."

The so-called safe house doesn't seem very safe either.

But it's better than rushing around outside, at least according to Catherine, there will be some supplies in the safe house.

I don't know what happened to Phillips, Matt, and Jonathan. It's useless to be anxious at this time. Everyone is trying to find a way to escape the danger, and ensuring their own safety is the first priority.

After transferring to several taxis, they came to an old apartment building.

Following the stairs to the fifth floor, Catherine found a key under the fire box, and the two finally stopped their hasty pace.

Turn on the switch and turn on the lights.

This is a small apartment with one bedroom and one living room, simple and unfurnished.

Panting slightly, Catherine sat on the sofa, bent down and took out a suitcase from under the table, entered the password to open the suitcase, which contained a pistol, two magazines, some first aid medicine and a small wad of cash.

Ethan turned around and finished the inspection quickly.

In the room, there was only a bed, and the mattress thrown on it was covered with dust.

Fortunately, Catherine knew the urination of these safe houses, and knew that most of the places were extremely rudimentary, so on the way, they bought a lot of wine, convenience food and daily necessities.

It's best to stay here when you can't get in touch with anyone.

"Do you want to treat your wound?" Catherine drank most of the can of beer in one go, and pointed to Ethan's arm.

It was scratched by the flying bullet just now, leaving a bloodstain.

After such a while, it is no longer obvious.

"Need not."

Ethan waved his hand, took the beer from her, and sat down on the sofa.

Although it was dark, they didn't feel sleepy.

Drinking beer one after another, staring fixedly at the two mobile phones on the table, waiting for the moment when they light up.

hum.

A few minutes later, the phone suddenly vibrated.

"Sir."

Catherine quickly grabbed the phone and pressed the loudspeaker while it was connected.

"How are you guys doing?" Matt's voice sounded from the phone, still giving people the calm feeling, he said in a deep voice, "Phillips and I are safe."

"Ethan and I have arrived at the safe house." Catherine pinched her fingers and asked hastily:

"Jonathan?"

"He was slightly injured," Matt replied.

Hearing this, both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. At this time, a minor injury is basically equivalent to nothing.

Catherine pinched her palms, gritted her teeth and said:

"We need to return it."

Allen's name was not mentioned, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he had no hope of surviving.

"I know."

Matt's voice also carried a killing intent: "You guys stay in the safe house first, I'll find out what's going on first, and wait for my phone call."

The voice fell, and the phone was hung up.

Catherine squeezed the beer can with her hand, and white foam came out.

She and Alan have worked together for more than a year and have gone through several missions. She has long been like friends, so how could she not care, but that emotion needs to be suppressed.

"Are you wearing a condom?"

The female agent drank all the beer in the jar and asked crisply. (end of this chapter)