My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 784 The Power of Money (Two in One)
A muffled hum sounded behind him.

Sandro rolled forward on Ethan, and the two fell down the steps.

Although he had no defense and was thrown into a daze, Ethan reacted quickly, pulled out the Glock on his chest, moved Sandro aside, and shot a few shots at the window.

There was a sound of falling to the ground in the next room, and a few strands of blood flew from the window.

His movements still did not stop, and he took out a grenade.

Pull the tab off, throw it against the window, and roll over on top of Sandro.

After an explosion, sawdust crackled on him.

Seeing that the light spot disappeared, he turned around and sat up.

For the sake of ventilation, small windows are opened everywhere in these simple wooden houses. They are not familiar with the layout inside, and if they are not careful, they will be easily shot.

"Whoa."

Picking up the assault rifle with one hand, grabbing Sandro's body armor with the other and dragging him aside, leaving a trail on the ground.

When he came to the corner, he stopped.

"Are you okay?" Ethan asked nervously, patting Sandro's chest.

Sandro coughed twice and breathed heavily:

"It's okay, just a little pain in the back."

Grab his shoulder strap and pull it, looking back, there is a small hole in Sandro's back, and a deformed bullet is embedded in it.

Buckle the bullet, show it to him, and then throw it away.

"Thank you."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder, his eyes softened, and he pulled him up again: "I owe you once."

"Needless to say this." Sandro spoke slowly, and he waved his hand to wipe away his sweat: "That shot could have hit any of us, and that's the way these people shoot."

Unexpectedly, he was still in the mood to joke.

Ethan smiled, knowing Sandro a little better.

In the previous few contacts, this guy was busy like a little guy, purchasing living supplies and providing information for everyone, just like Matt said, like a hunting dog.

So much so that Ethan subconsciously forgot the real identity of this guy.

This unremarkable man is an independent lord.

None of the people who can make a name for themselves in this industry in a place like Colombia is simple.

The two quickly cheered up and continued to clean up.

After a few minutes, the gunfire stopped.

It's a pity that their target was not in this place, but the No. 40 people fell here. For the judge, this is definitely an extremely heavy loss.

Except for letting go of two or three non-threatening people, the others were all cleaned up.

"If I'm not wrong."

Matt walked out of a wooden house, holding a smashed satellite phone in his hand: "Judge, you should already know what happened here, we need to hurry up."

Everyone approached him one after another, with a strong smell of gunpowder on their bodies.

In the distance, Catherine also walked out of the woods with a sniper rifle in her arms. This female agent just sniped and killed many people who wanted to escape in the chaos.

Even though she was far away from the battlefield, she still looked fierce.

"What are we going to do?"

Jonathan touched his arm and asked in a muffled voice.

In the process of cleaning up just now, he was shot twice, one shot was blocked by the body armor, but the other shot was wiped.

On the dark arm, blood was dripping.

It looked very serious on the surface, but the people present were veterans, so they could tell at a glance that it was a skin trauma.

"Burn." Ethan withdrew his gaze and said decisively:

"Leave nothing to him."

Within the scope of his ability, he also wants to do some things within his ability, so that these things should not be leaked outside to harm people. Although it is expensive, he is not interested at all.

Sandro's eyes were a bit reluctant, but he was very understanding and didn't make any comments.

"5 minutes."

Matt thought for a moment, let out a heavy breath and nodded, saying:

"We're leaving in five minutes."

This kind of request is very legitimate, and there is no reason to refuse it.

Although he really wanted to drive the vehicle next to him and transport the ready-made flour away.

But this time, it's not appropriate.

Ethan put the gun behind his back and ran to the side quickly. He easily picked up the [-]-liter green gasoline barrel.

After opening the lid, pour all the way.

Several wooden houses, sheds, raw material processing pools, warehouses, and the flour piled high on wooden brackets were all doused by him with gasoline.

This pile of things is worth at least two or three million U.S. dollars, but he didn't hold back at all.

For the remaining gasoline, draw a line on the ground.

Following his footsteps until they came to the place where several people gathered, Jonathan and Catherine also did the same action. In addition to the smell of blood, the air was also filled with the smell of gasoline.

"Crack!"

Ethan lit his cigarette and exhaled the smoke slowly.

Everyone's eyes fell on the Dupont lighter in his hand, and the flame danced slightly.

With a flick of the wrist, the lighter was thrown forward.

The light left a visual afterimage in the eyes of everyone, like a line of fire, drawing an arc and falling to the ground.

"Bear!"

The flame fell to the ground and instantly magnified dozens of times.

The three fire dragons quickly spread to the distance, and the light emitted brightly illuminated the surroundings. The six people set off the night vision goggles one after another and looked at everything in front of them.

Between the several wooden houses of this independent factory, dead bodies were lying everywhere.

Firearms and shell casings fell all over the place.

The wooden house was swallowed by the fire dragon that swept past, and the flames burst into the sky.

The faces of several people were flushed by the fire.

The heat is pressing, and the chest is hot.

"Who did that?"

Seeing that several cars not far away were also burning, the corners of Phillips' eyes twitched: "Who the hell poured gasoline on the car?"

"it's me."

Jonathan scratched his head, showing his white teeth sheepishly.

"Ow."

"lighter."

"I know I was wrong."

Facing three punches and six kicks, Jonathan was powerless to parry.

After he cried out in pain a few times, he spread his legs and plunged into the woods, while others chased after him yelling.

Looking at the rising black mist, Ethan smiled.

I don't know if such a large pile of flour is burned, will all the animals within a few kilometers have a carnival party.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he turned and left.

The raging fire burned, devouring the darkness.

When the sky was getting dark, the lights of more than a dozen cars shot from a distance, and the leading off-road vehicle smashed the wooden barrier into the air and rushed in roaring.

The vehicles behind followed one after another.

There was a sudden sound of brakes, and a total of fifty or sixty men with AK47s on their backs rushed out of the car.

With shouts, they dispersed and searched the scene. Not only that, many people climbed over the guardrail and walked away with guns.

Eyes alert, guarding against possible enemies.

A few minutes later, the shouts of security sounded one after another, and an unattractive van in the middle of the convoy opened the door, and a crutch was slammed into the mud from inside.

Then came the shiny leather shoes.

The owner of the cane, who got out of the car, was a white man with only one eye and a black blindfold.

The person who came was the judge.

In his one eye, a cold gaze flickered.

He took a few steps forward with a cane, and although he tried his best to control his body, anyone with a discerning eye could see that his walking posture was very awkward, as if something was missing in the middle.

Although the judge was expressionless, the hand holding the crutch was clenched vigorously.

His knuckles turned pale white.

Seeing that the collapsed wooden houses were still continuously emitting flames, there were also flames beating in his eyes.

Two days ago, several subordinates just died.

This evening, several places were attacked again, not only that, even the factories were destroyed.

However, who did it to him has no clue.

Thinking of this, his breath became hot.

"gentlemen."

A shout came from a distance, which attracted the attention of the judge.

Two guards dragged a man over quickly, and they threw the man to the ground: "I found a man in the bushes."

"I remember you."

The judge looked at the man who fell on the ground, poked his crutches, and said in a cold voice: "You are in charge of patrolling, right? Tell me, what happened?"

"gentlemen."

The black-haired man kneeled closer in horror, and said in a trembling voice:

"There are a lot of people, there are more than a dozen."

"Bazookas, grenades, long guns, and short guns. They are very powerful. They are like devils."

"who?"

The judge interrupted him and stared into the man's eyes.

"I don't know, I can't see clearly."

The black-haired man swallowed, shook his head and said, "They all wear bulletproof helmets, and there is something like a telescope on their eyes, as if they can see us in the dark."

"The marksmanship was very accurate, and we killed a lot of people."

He swallowed, continued to wave his hands and said, "I saw that something was wrong, so I tried to hide and save my life, just to tell you these things."

"Thank you, now I know." The judge nodded his cane, the corners of his mouth curled up:

"I give you money to let you protect my property."

"Instead of letting you hide like a mouse, you ran away but didn't dare to run far. Are you afraid that I will do something to your family?"

"Do not..."

The black-haired man shook his head frantically, trying to defend himself.

A sharp light flashed, causing his pupils to shrink rapidly.

"puff!"

The crutch stabbed like lightning, and pierced fiercely into the black-haired man's eye socket.

The judge looked coldly at the person kneeling in front of him, his arm trembled a few times following that person's body, and then he pulled back hard.

"bump."

The black-haired man followed his movements and fell forward to the ground.

The sharp tip of the staff has a trace of blood.

"waste."

The judge wiped the stick tip off the man's clothes, and asked slowly, "Where is Madam?"

A bald man stepped forward and whispered:
“Royal Jolly Medellin.”

"In the past two days, she has been in the hotel, as if she was waiting for someone."

The judge's eyelashes twitched, and he held the crutch tightly: "Tell her to come back, you can't stay outside during this time, it's not safe."

"Yes." The bald man nodded.

"Arrange a few more people, don't reveal their identities." The judge looked at the bald man coldly: "Give our colleagues a gift, and see how they react."

"What's going on here, don't let others know."

"clear."

The bald man continued to nod.

"Also, post a reward."

The judge walked back, leaving small pits on the ground with his crutches: "The targets of the bounty are the few people who escaped that night. I don't think we can get away from those people."

"Let the money play its due role."

"Dead, 100 million per person, living, 200 million per person."

"Dollar!"

The voice fell, and the door slammed shut.

One daytime is enough to make Medellin's underground world surge with that sky-high reward.

The little bastards on the street have grown explosively.

Most of the people who collect protection fees, run casinos, and pay hospitals have left their jobs, hoping to hit the top prize.

The shootings happened one after another, which made the Medellin police's scalp numb.

Now people from all walks of life have taken to the streets, the law and order in Medellin has deteriorated sharply, and gang fights and vendettas have ensued.

I thought the current situation was bad enough.

Unexpectedly, night fell.There was a big salute in the city.

The successive violent explosions made the Medellin police exhausted. It was like pouring a spoonful of water into a pot of hot oil, and the whole city boiled up.

"God."

Ethan stood by the window with a cigarette in his hand.

He looked at the smoke rising in the distance, lowered his head and said, "I'll bet you five dollars, this must be something the judge arranged to do."

"We have to do it as soon as possible."

"Although this is what we want to happen, we can't let it continue to deteriorate." He shook his body and continued, frowning: "In this situation, innocent people will be injured."

"Being able to go crazy like this proves that that guy must be in Medellin."

"Ok!"

Catherine snorted.

"Call Matt." Ethan rubbed her head and continued, "I want to know the next action plan."

"Let's talk later."

Catherine spat out what was in her mouth, moved her jaw and said, "Can you be more serious?"

"Also, we need to rest."

"After this trip, everyone is already very tired."

"Okay." Ethan shrugged.

Now it is really necessary to take a little rest. During the battle, everyone was fierce, but on the return journey, they all turned into shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Even Catherine, who only shot from behind, was exhausted and out of breath.

Her job may seem easy, but it also requires a high degree of concentration.

The mental pressure is also great.

Not to mention the others, as assaulters, they faced the threat of gunpoint, and the pressure was even greater. After the effect of the adrenaline hormone subsided, the feeling of fatigue flooded in like a tide.

Sandro was shot and Jonathan was slightly injured.

Even after sleeping all day, others still need time to recover. There is no rush for this kind of thing.

"Buzz!"

Just then, the phone on the table vibrated.

Signaling Catherine to let go, he quickly walked over to grab the phone, and the caller ID was Matt.

"Hey."

Get on the phone and sit on the sofa.

Catherine also followed, picked up the beer can and leaned over.

Ethan waved his fingertips and gently scratched her body: "I was trying to contact you, the judge went crazy, he must be in Medellin, what's your plan?"

　Last night, the liver didn’t move, it’s broken. Sorry, today it’s only 8.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)