My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 783 Big Pineapple (Two in One)
In the jungle at three o'clock in the morning, ghostly figures spread out.

After Catherine selected the sniper position, other people also went to the designated position one after another. Although there were not many people, they still had to form an encirclement circle.

The night wind blew through the woods, making a sound like waves.

This movement also perfectly concealed their whereabouts.

A pair of sharp eyes glanced at the height of the tree.

Ethan looked down at the entire independent manufacturing factory, and pressed the microphone to point out where others should pay attention.

Around the factory, there is a wooden fence similar to keeping horses away.

Needless to say, this was used either to guard against wild animals or to guard against possible incoming enemies.

In the other direction, is a wooden gate.

There is a small road outside, and the people who make the independent factory should usually come in and out from here.

Several cars were parked next to it, and gasoline drums were piled up.

In the factory, in addition to the armed guards patrolling back and forth, three simple fortifications were repaired, which were triangular in shape and included the surrounding areas within the attack range.

A circle of sandbags was piled up in the fortifications, and an M249 light machine gun was placed respectively.

White smoke rises, and the figure shakes.

The people in charge of squatting and guarding the fortifications had tired faces, scarlet spots appeared on their mouths, and they leaned carelessly on the sandbags and smoked leaves.

This comfortable appearance caused the foot patrols to utter curses.

"RPG destroys the other two fortifications first."

Ethan lightly got down from the tree, and after falling to the ground, he pressed the microphone and continued: "The place closest to me, just leave it to me."

From the current point of view, the three light machine guns can pose the greatest threat to them.

The sound of people taking their positions sounded one after another.

He opened the night vision goggle, grabbed the rocket on the side, and stuffed it into the RPG-7.

Around, no movement could be heard.

In the woods, the sound of the insects has weakened a lot, as if feeling an inexplicable murderous aura.

"After 1 minute, start to act."

Matt's voice came from the headset: "When the time comes, listen to my command."

Ethan weighed the bazooka, put it on his shoulder easily, leaned against the tree trunk, and aimed the reticle at the simple fortification diagonally opposite.

A gust of wind blows, and his mind is clear.

However, his body felt a little dry and hot. After being attacked, and after two days of lurking, the killing intent was almost uncontrollable.

"Do it."

In the headset, there was a rushing sound.

"call out."

The trigger was pulled instantly, and the tail flame of the rocket was particularly conspicuous in the dark night, flying forward like a meteor.

There is more than one shooting star.

In another direction, a rocket bomb flew out from the dark woods.

The people in the fortification didn't have time to react.

As soon as the afterimage was found in the eyeball, the rocket hit it hard, and the next moment, two loud bangs echoed in the jungle one after another.

The soil flew into the sky with the stump.

A second later, they all fell to the side of the blown up light machine gun.

"Bang bang bang."

The crisp gunshots sounded from a distance.

The sniper rifle in Catherine's hand screamed.

The sniper rifle exploded several balls of flames, and the bullet flew out from the barrel at high speed, hitting the generator in the corner of the independent manufacturing factory. After splashing a few sparks, the light of the entire independent manufacturing factory disappeared instantly.

The next moment, gunfire flashed in the dark woods.

Blood mist exploded from the guards patrolling on foot. These people were attacked one after another and quickly scattered to avoid them.

But their moving speed is as slow as a snail in front of the high-speed flying bullets.

In just a short while, five or six people were shot and killed.

The moment the rocket was launched, the rocket launcher was thrown away by Ethan.

The monocular night vision device was moved down and stuck tightly in front of the eyes. The vision of the whole person turned into two colors, one side was dark green, and the other side was dim.

Fortunately, on the way here, I have adapted for a while.

This weird visual difference has no effect on him.

He picked up the AR15, pointed at the remaining fortification with the cold muzzle, and the two people inside were rushing to the side of the light machine gun, trying to control this big killer.

"Bang bang bang."

The flames licked, and several bullets precisely hit those two people.

After several globs of liquid were splashed, the two fell.

With the help of night vision goggles, this is a one-sided massacre, and these people have no power to fight back.

After knocking those two people over, Ethan quickly jumped out from behind the tree trunk.

Like an arrow that leaves the string, it shoots towards the independent factory.

The short distance of more than ten meters was easily swept by him, supporting the horse with one hand, and leaping into the air.

As soon as it hit the ground, the assault rifle burst into flames.

The gun in his hand slammed, knocking down the fleeing figures one by one, and his footsteps moved quickly, approaching the simple fortification.

The muzzle moves to a person, ready to fire.

The next moment, that person's head exploded like a watermelon, and his death was tragic.

He flew back and glanced back.

In the woods, clear gunshots sounded from time to time, and Catherine kept checking for gaps and filling gaps for them in the distance, and released cold guns.

Matt and the others also followed Ethan's movements and climbed over the low fence one after another.

The people in the independent factories are not vegetarians either.

In Ethan's radar, a large number of light spots surged, and amidst bursts of shouting and cursing, he began to fight back.

For a while, gunshots rang out.

The people in the wooden house opened fire through the window. Although the line of sight was not as convenient as that of Ethan and the others, it was no problem to shoot at the place where the fire was lit.

Coupled with the effect of moonlight, the scene is not so dark.

The flying bullets made the attacking people quickly seek cover.

"Puff puff."

The bullets flying indiscriminately splashed clouds of dust on the ground.

Ethan swooped, turned over and hid inside the fortification.

Beside him were the two corpses that he shot and killed just now, their eyes that had lost their light were wide open, and they looked towards the sky.

I thought staying here was the safest, but I didn't expect to die the fastest.

"Boom bang bang."

The attack was thwarted, and the four of them, Matt and Phillips, took out their grenades at the same time, and threw them at the people who rushed out of the cabin, and there were explosions one after another.

Hearing the screams, Ethan smiled grimly and picked up the big pineapple beside him.

The two hundred rounds of magazines are all cheap for me now.

He held the M249 light machine gun with both arms, stepped on the sandbag with one foot, and pressed the trigger fiercely at a wooden house in front of which the gunshots were the most violent.

"Bang bang bang~"

The fingers snapped quickly, and violent gunfire spewed out.

The thin wooden wall was easily torn apart, debris splashed everywhere, and the warheads knocked out holes one by one, and flew into it rapidly.

When touched, touched, the limbs were immediately broken.

The one hit on the head instantly exploded like a watermelon, and the bullets swept away everything in the house like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

In just a few seconds, all the light spots inside disappeared.

A gust of night wind blew, with a strong smell of blood hitting his face.

"Hache~"

His nose itched for a while, and he sneezed heavily. This wave of violent attacks finally stopped, and the entire battlefield was dead silent.

The next moment, countless bullets came frantically, shooting at Ethan's position.

He was the most beautiful boy here just now, but now he has become the most embarrassing.

He lay dead on the ground, feeling the bullets whizzing past his head, and the sandbags around him were also riddled with holes.

A fluff of fine sand flew up and splashed down on him.

"Fake!"

Ethan roared: "Fire cover."

These gangsters also have heavy firepower, and when a few round guys throw them over, it will be a big joke.

"Boom."

As soon as the voice fell, there was an explosion next to it.

The abdominal cavity lying on the ground vibrated with the explosion, and the raised soil fell on the body with crackles.

Say the grenade, and the grenade will arrive.

He was so frightened that he tugged on the light machine gun and quickly rolled out of the fortification.

Using both hands and feet, quickly crawl to the side and transfer.

Fortunately, this wave of his aggressive attacks attracted the firepower of many people, allowing Matt and the others to seize the opportunity to fire wildly at those who dared to take the lead. After going back and forth, another seven or eight people were turned over.

After tumbling on the ground a few times, the light machine gun spewed out tongues of flame again.

After sweeping around a wooden house that kept fighting back, he finally emptied the magazine after killing four or five light spots.

Hitting people through the wall can only be covered by firepower.

The bullets are naturally used faster, and he is very satisfied with the current results.

Swept two rooms and killed at least a dozen people.

In addition to the attack on the patrol team just now, there are already 30 small people who have died under their guns.

Now the gunfire became sparse, and the crowd slowly approached.

This is the most dangerous time. Inside these large and small wooden houses, there may be someone waiting to cast cold guns.

Shooting at close range is much more dangerous.

Ethan threw away the light machine gun that had turned into a stick of firewood, grabbed the assault rifle that was carried behind his back just now, bent over and moved quickly to a wooden shed, crossed the thin, simple wooden wall, and moved inside.

Leaning against a wooden table, he stopped, trying to calm himself down.

"Bah."

Sniffing, the air is full of unpleasant smells.

Raising his head and looking up, he saw light bulbs like heaters, densely packed like nets, hanging at a height of less than one meter from the wooden table.

Standing up quietly, he took a breath of cold air.

In this work shed, there are seven or eight wooden tables, and the edges of the tabletops are square and surrounded by wooden boards.

Inside, it's full of things.

On the tabletops of the tables in this work shed, there are all white, sticky objects.

On each table, there is also a wooden rake.

It's like the farm tools he used to turn the rice at home when he was a child, but much smaller.

Ethan glanced around. This should be the last process of making flour. The light bulbs on it are used to dissipate heat, and the workers keep turning them.

Let the sticky stuff inside, dry into flour.

Next to it, there is a workbench.

The flour is wrapped in oiled paper and stacked together like square bricks. In this shed, at least there are nearly a hundred pounds of flour. I don’t know how much it is produced in a day or how long it takes.

The lords of Colombia, through factories in the jungle, amassed astronomical wealth.

"Bang bang bang."

A gunshot brought him back to his senses.

Ethan held onto the assault rifle and quickly moved to the side. It was not time to stop, the enemy still hadn't given up their resistance.

Stepping forward, he stepped over the two corpses on the ground.

"Shh."

The muzzle of the gun was raised, and the fingers were released.

Sandro, who was wearing the same type of bulletproof helmet as him, appeared at the corner of the room in front of him. The other party was taken aback by Ethan's quick reaction, and he was aimed at by the front sight before he even managed to dodge.

This guy, he forgot to mark him.

Ethan shrugged, marked him with a thought, waved his arms, and the two walked forward, one left and one right.

One looked at the surrounding environment, while the other stared at the window above.

When walking, dare not make too much noise.

The people in the independent factory are all holding AKs, and the wooden walls are as fragile as paper in front of the 7.62mm bullets.

呲.

Ethan made a light noise, signaling Sandro to stop.

In the house, it's quiet.

Despite his doubts, Sandro took out the grenade without hesitation, pulled out the safety catch at the same time as Ethan, waved it into the wooden window, and then quickly moved to the front door.

In Sandro's view, even if there is no one inside, wasting a grenade is not a big deal.

If you barge in with a gun in your hand, you have a sick mind.

Although there might be workers inside, it didn't affect Ethan's behavior at all. Whoever stipulated that workers can't shoot, and there are a few people who can do this kind of work that are good.

Those who can appear in this place will not be wronged if they die.

Bang bang.

After the two explosions, there were screams in the house.

Grabbing the guardrail, he turned over and jumped up the steps, kicking towards the wooden door.

"bump."

The simple wooden door was slammed open.

Sandro rushed in quickly, and Ethan followed quickly. There were several Chase bunks in the room, hiding five or six people, men and women, all of whom were blown to pieces and were howling.

Seeing someone rushing in, the people inside wanted to shoot back.

The two pulled the trigger at the same time, and opened the heads of several people who were about to die. The blood splashed and stained the wooden wall red.

Ethan continued to turn the muzzle of the gun, but stopped the movement of his hands.

A ten-year-old boy curled up in a corner, looking at himself in horror.

He struggled and gritted his teeth.

bang bang.

Flicking a wisp of blue smoke from the muzzle, he strode out of the house.

"You are a kind person."

Sandro glanced at the little boy whose palm had been smashed, and walked out of the cabin with Ethan: "Don't look at their young age, they may have killed someone long ago. Many lords like to use scouts."

Standing on the steps, Ethan glanced at Sandro coldly:
"What about you?"

"Mr. Sandro, do you like to use scouts?"

Being able to ask this question means that the other party already knows his identity, and Matt must have told him.

There is no need for Sandro to deny this.

"do not like."

Ethan's scalp was numb, and after two seconds, he shook his head silently: "I swear, I never used it."

While shaking his head, he saw the diagonally opposite window and quietly stretched out a pistol.

"Be careful."

With a roar, he rushed forward and threw Ethan down.

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)