My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

The vehicle wobbled and headed north of Medellin.

After leaving the city, Ethan lifted the curtain of the car and looked outside. The van was heading into the forest along the mountain road.

As we walked further and further away, there were very few vehicles on the road.

After turning into a small road, only their lonely shadow remained between the sky and the earth.

The outside air poured into the car compartment, penetrating the heart.

Looking back, it was busy inside.

"then."

Catherine grabbed a heavy body armor and threw it over to Ethan: "Hurry up and put it on."

"Bump."

He knocked on his clothes twice, making a dull sound.

I admire Matt's ability very much. In just two days, he got a lot of equipment, not only body armor, but also several helmets.

Night vision goggles are installed on the bulletproof helmet.

Seeing him fiddle with the helmet in a daze, Catherine taught him how to use it.

Matt and Phillips glanced at each other, the corners of their mouths turned up.

It seems that everyone has been busy these two days.

The guns, ammunition, and equipment in the box were distributed one by one. Except for Catherine, all of them had AR15s, four spare magazines were firmly inserted in the body armor, and the pistol was also tucked across the chest.

Catherine checked the sniper rifle in her hand, which is what she is best at.

All the equipment was neatly dressed, and they directly turned into an attack team, full of evil spirits, especially the CIA members, whose eyes were full of vengeful anger.

Ten minutes later, the vehicle slowly stopped.

Sandro turned his head and said in a muffled voice: "The next step is to walk, and it will take about an hour."

"get off."

Matt nodded, waving his arms.

Jonathan pushed open the door, and the people inside jumped out one after another.

Surrounded by dense woods, the van is parked in a mountain depression. If it is not for Sandro, there is really no way to find such a place. Only competitors know each other best.

The ears are filled with the chirping of insects and birds.

Ethan jumped on the spot, adjusting the objects on his body comfortably.

"correct."

Matt remembered something, reached out to grab the seat, and with a swipe, he pulled out a long wooden box.

"Bangdang."

The lid was lifted by him to the carriage, making a muffled sound.

The two RPG-7s pressed on the straw appeared in everyone's eyes, carrying two rockets.

"Don't look at me like that."

Facing Ethan's contemptuous gaze, Matt pressed the cigar out on the carriage, spread his hands and said, "It's powerful, cheap, easy to use, and easy to find. What more do you want?"

That's true, Ethan shrugged.

As long as it is easy to use, no matter what it is, AK47 is not flooded all over the world.

He and Jonathan carried a bazooka on their backs, while Matt and Sandro held the rockets. Phillips told the truth, it would be nice to keep up with the pace later.

This guy sits in the office all year round, and his physical fitness is estimated to be lacking.

If it wasn't for his strong request, Matt wouldn't necessarily take him along, worrying that he would hold him back.

Sandro soon finished putting on the equipment, and under his leadership, a group of people went into the jungle. Ethan looked around while walking, remembering the way they came here.

For nothing else, I'm afraid that Sandro will die later.

Under the illumination of tactical flashlights, everyone walked quickly.

The jungle at night is a bit eerie.

The night birds chirped a few times from time to time, which was very scary, and the wind blew the trees and rattled.

Only half an hour had passed, and there was a faint panting sound from behind. Taking advantage of the light of the tactical flashlight, I saw the sweat on Phillips' face.

"Let me do it."

Ethan grabbed the assault rifle on his shoulder and hung it on his body.

Bulletproof vests and magazines are not counted. It is not an easy task for a man who is nearly 50 years old to carry a gun that weighs nearly eight pounds in the jungle, and he can understand it.

As for the weight hanging on his body, it is not worth mentioning.

A while later, under the reminder of Sandro, everyone turned off their tactical flashlights and walked under the moonlight falling in the forest.

"Take a break for 10 minutes."

When he came to a hillside, Sandro waved his hand: "Everyone, drink water and recover your strength."

"I came to see it yesterday." He took off his bulletproof helmet, wiped his sweat, and said, "It's five minutes away from the jungle independence factory. There are about 5 guards inside besides the workers."

"I'm not sure how many people will be transferred out, everyone be careful."

After speaking, he found a place to sit down.

I don't know if Sandro is afraid of their identities, or because he has a relatively withdrawn personality, and has always kept a close relationship with everyone.

According to Ethan's judgment, it was probably due to his personality.

They have already cooperated with the CIA, and if it is me, I will not be afraid of something.

After drinking a few sips of mineral water, he returned the gun to Phillips.

He took out the cigarette case and patted it on his hand.

"Give."

He walks up to Sandro and offers a cigarette.

In the jungle, five minutes away, with zero risk of exposure, and Matt right there, sucking on that half-cigar against a tree trunk.

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

Sandro raised his head, saw that it was Ethan, and squeezed out a smile.

"Is this your daughter?"

Lighting a cigarette, Ethan squatted down and looked at the pocket watch in his hand.

There is a photo inlaid inside, a sweet-looking little girl smiling brightly at the camera.

"Yes."

When Sandro looked at the photo, his eyes were no longer dim, but full of spirit: "This is a gift from God."

"Yes, she is." Ethan asked curiously:

"She's in Columbia?"

As soon as these words came out, Sandro's eyes lit up, and he looked over vigilantly.

"Yo."

Ethan raised his hands and said casually, "Relax, I don't have any malice."

Seeing the other party putting away his pocket watch and looking alert, Ethan shook his head and smiled, stood up and walked towards Catherine beside him.

Everyone has his weakness.

For most fathers, children are the most vulnerable and most important place in their hearts.

Given Sandro's status, it is not an exaggeration for him to have this reaction.

Ten minutes passed in a flash, and everyone set off again.

Deep in the jungle, the roar of generators sounded.

There are five or six wooden houses, large and small, scattered in a slightly open space, and the faint lights flicker on and off following the sound of the generator.

In the middle, there is a big wooden shed.

The long tables are filled with various utensils, and the wooden brackets on the ground next to them, and the bags of ready-made flour, are piled up in layers.

A dozen armed guards walked back and forth, yawning and looking at the dark woods.

They were crazily cursing in their hearts, and they didn't know who was attacking the Blanco family, so they had to stay here in the middle of the night with so many people just to guard against the impossible attack.

On a dirt slope in the distance, the shrubs swayed gently.

The slender gun barrel stretched out slowly, and the bipod fell to the ground, standing firmly.

"Number 4 is in place."

Catherine lay on her stomach with the butt of the gun resting on her shoulder.

She held down the microphone and said something, then tilted her head and looked into the scope. (end of this chapter)