My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 791
This level of counterattack, everyone has long been prepared.

After catching the opponent by surprise, several people quickly shifted their positions and launched an impact inside.

Gunshots sounded from three directions one after another.

The Grim Reaper came to this private estate, waving the sickle frantically.

In the center of the building, next to the glass curtain wall on the second floor, a white man in a black suit stood blankly with a cane in his hand. His only remaining eye was looking coldly at the bombed helicopter.

Veins popped up on his forehead, and he held on to the crutch tightly.

Unexpectedly, under such circumstances, when a huge reward was issued, the other party would still have the guts to attack him, and he would also carry heavy firepower.

Now, don't say the helicopter is broken.

Even if it wasn't broken, he didn't dare to try it lightly.

RPG rockets are not only able to hit ground targets, but if they fly into the air by themselves, it will be even more dangerous.

"gentlemen."

A short-haired man walked over quickly: "The vehicle is ready, should we retreat first?"

"Have you ever done something like this?"

The judge glanced coldly at the short-haired man, and said with anger in his voice, "Madam has invited so many guests over, let them leave in the car first, this is our way of hospitality."

"clear."

The inch-cut man reacted quickly, turned around and left quickly.

"Click, click."

A woman in a red dress came from the other end of the corridor, and her red high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound on the marble. She stood still in front of the glass curtain wall in the other direction, gently shaking the red wine glass.

Downstairs, by the pool.

A group of people in swimming trunks and bikinis are scrambling to get into the car.

"You are too cold-blooded, aren't you?"

The woman in the red dress took a sip of her wine and said without turning her head: "If these people know that they are running to their death, I don't know what kind of mood they will feel."

"Bump, bump, bump."

Crutches, hitting the marble floor one after another.

"Sophia."

The judge walked over slowly with a cane: "Did you bring trouble back?"

His tone was cold, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Ok?"

Sophia drank the red wine in one gulp, threw it away, and the crystal glass fell to the ground and shattered.

"If it wasn't for me, you would have been buried alive for several years." The red dress fluttered, and Sophia turned around and squinted her eyes and said, "If it wasn't for me, would you be able to stand here and talk to me today?"

"If it wasn't for me."

She took a few steps forward and walked up to the judge: "Can you escape from New York to Columbia?"

With a wave of his arm, he pressed lightly on a flat surface.

Sophia snapped her fingers hard and grabbed it hard: "Does the lack of something make you a coward?"

"What about the person who dared to risk his life for this career?"

Excruciating pain, unspeakable pain.

The judge's body trembled, and veins popped up on his forehead.

He gritted his teeth, raised the corners of his mouth, and suddenly showed a ferocious smile: "You are right, I have worked hard to earn back this property."

"It's not just random people who can be easily destroyed."

"Boom."

A loud noise came from a distance.

Hearing the sound, it was not far from the front door.

"Go."

Hearing the expected explosion, Sophia let go of her fingers and patted lightly: "Take our people to kill the enemies, peel off their skins, and show your bravery."

The judge didn't speak, just nodded.

He walked to the side with a cane and opened a wall, revealing a variety of weapons inside. He picked up an M249 light machine gun and walked steadily downstairs.

Watching the man leave, Sophia sighed.

She moved her red high-heeled shoes, avoiding the broken bricks on the ground, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

There is a hole in the wall next to it.

The violent gunshots were constantly transmitted from the hole, which made people feel upset when they heard it.

She picked up the red wine bottle on the table and took a sip directly into her mouth.

After a while, small footsteps sounded.

A bald man in a black suit walked to the sofa and put his hands in front of him: "Ma'am, the situation has been clarified."

"Juan."

Sophia raised her head and looked at the bald man.

About 40 years old, with a gentle appearance and no aggressive looks, just like a housekeeper.

In fact, he is also the butler of the Blanco family.

This is the assistant left by his father and the most loyal old dog of the Blanco family.

"Before, I asked you to tell me." Sophia didn't rush to listen to the situation, but raised her legs, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "What's his reaction?"

"Mister didn't tell me directly." Juan leaned forward and said:
"However, he arranged for a few people to search for the whereabouts of your friend today."

"Human, you can't test it." Sophia raised the bottle and smiled helplessly: "I didn't expect that his physical disability made him lose his sense of proportion, and he dared to intervene in my affairs."

Her eyes were blank, and after taking a sip of the red wine, she regained her clarity:
"That man, how did the interrogation go?"

"It's someone from the CIA." Juan's voice was still so steady: "According to what he said, this time, it's for the husband."

"CIA!"

Sophia repeated the name, her fingers trembling slightly.

The once powerful senior was destroyed by the efforts of the CIA. She didn't think that she could be more powerful than that person.

Finally, I know who is attacking the Blanco family these days.

In her heart, she suddenly wanted to retreat.

Being targeted by those people, even if you can beat them back this time, it's useless. There is a powerful organization behind these guys, and you can't fight at all.

"Notify your own people."

Sophia looked at Juan, and said in a deep voice, "Tell them to back off. If something goes wrong, we'll leave immediately."

"Okay, that CIA?" Juan asked in a low voice:
"Do you need to kill it?"

"If we want to leave, let him die." Sophia waved her hand and said casually, "I don't want to be chased around the world by those bastards."

"Yeah." Juan nodded and continued to ask:

"gentlemen?"

"You don't need to notify him." Sovia's cold face was illuminated by the flickering gunfire outside, and she said quietly: "The CIA is here, and those people won't give up if they don't leave something for them."

Outside, gun battles raged.

Ethan walked through the small horse farm and quickly approached the house in the middle.

The rifle in his hand burst into flames from time to time.

A series of figures fell to the ground as his fingers snapped.

With the help of night vision goggles and radar, some people who were hiding in the dark were also dug out one by one by him, and their lives were harvested.

"Boom."

Explosions sounded and the battle intensified.

At the end of the road, these private guards began to fight back frantically under the command of the judge.

They don't even know the identities of these attackers, and they don't even know whether they should surrender. If it is a hostile force, the fate of surrender may be even worse. Since they can't escape now, they can only fight to the death.

"Da da da."

In front, tongues of flame suddenly burst out.

Ethan moved like a ghost, quickly hid behind a big tree, and took out the grenade on his body.

"boom."

In the distance, there were crisp gunshots.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the head of the man holding the AK exploded.

Needless to say, this is due to Catherine.

As everyone rushed in, she also jumped into the wall in order to get a better shooting vision.

"How's my marksmanship?"

In the headset, Catherine's proud voice sounded.

"good."

Ethan didn't know where she was hiding, raised his arm and gave a thumbs up.

"You two."

Phillips' urgent voice sounded: "If you have time to chat, can you support me?"

In the direction where he and Matt advanced, four or five gunmen formed a crossfire, pressing them into a dilemma. They could only stick tightly behind the tree and listen to the bullets whizzing by. It's fun.

"Ding."

The grenade pull ring was pulled out by Ethan: "Come right now, I will send you some gifts."

As a few people rushed in, their distance was getting closer and closer. From their own direction, they could just see a few gunmen hiding in flower beds, houses and low walls.

"Shh."

The grenade was easily thrown tens of meters away and fell next to the gunmen.

This was just the beginning, three grenades fell one after another.

"Boom bang bang."

Several figures were blown away by the explosion wave.

With severed limbs and splashing blood mist, this scene has an alternative beauty in the light from the villa.

Hearing the sudden stop of the gunfire, Matt and Phillips, who were hiding, shifted their positions. They quickly spread aside. The last thing they can do now is to stay in one place for too long.

Gradually approaching the middle villa, the difficulty of attacking rises sharply.

The guards who focused their attacks just now had been noticed by others. On the balcony on the second floor of the villa, the black-haired man was carrying an RPG and was moving along with Matt's figure, his eyes shining brightly.

"boom."

On the forehead, there is a small hole.

The man's eyes dimmed, and his body fell back, but his fingers were still pressing. With a bang, the rocket shot up to the ceiling, smashing the corner of the room.

"what!"

Countless shattered bricks and stones fell with a scream.

"bump."

The man in black fell heavily to the grass. His whole body was dripping with blood, and he was also stunned. He looked at the crumbling stones on the roof, his eyes turned desperate.

They were all so hooked up, and the whole person got down on the ground.

Just like this, he could still be hit, his chest heaved sharply, and tears of grievance flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"puff."

A stone the size of a human head fell, smashing the watermelon and splashing the juice everywhere.

It's not just stones that fall.

Several figures also fell together.

Ethan put on the magazine and quickly moved out from behind the tree trunk. The AR15 kept firing gunfire, killing all the people guarding the roof.

In order to prevent what happened to Allen from happening again, he is now fully fired.

The firearms in his hand were full of bullets.

As long as there are people flickering, a few bullets will hit them in an instant.

Within his firing range, bullets flew out like a storm, and the private guards of the Blanco family fell down one after another. In just a few seconds, he killed more than a dozen people.

When the magazine was empty, he immediately took off the grenade.

His excellent physical fitness turned him into a bomb-throwing machine, and the grenade flew far away and landed precisely where it should go. The explosions sounded one after another, blowing up a lot of people.

The originally tight defense line was destroyed in an instant.

"Fake!"

Seeing this situation, Matt cursed excitedly. He looked at Phillips who was hiding next to him: "Where did you know such a Majestic Fake?"

This level of killing made his scalp tingle.

It would be great if this kind of person was under his own hands.

"You're Majafalk."

Before Phillips could speak, Ethan's voice sounded in the headset: "Dare to speak ill of me, be careful, I will give you a small gift."

Only then did Matt realize that the other party could also hear his own words.

Phillips grinned at him and shrugged.

In the distance, Catherine was hiding in the corner of the stable wall, looking at the person who was blown away by the bang, she smacked her mouth, no wonder the guy kept putting grenades on her body just now, the attack power is like that.

Like, what the heck.

Fast as the wind, fierce as a tiger.

Thinking of this, she shuddered all over and clamped her thighs tightly.

In the front, Ethan replied to Matt, but the movement of his hand still did not stop. He pulled out the third spare magazine, slammed it into the magazine well, and then tore through the defense line like a violent chainsaw. Protruded below the swimming pool.

The arm is raised, and the muzzle is pointed at the second floor.

A touch of red dress flutters.

Behind the glass curtain wall, Sophia was holding two submachine guns and looking over in shock.

Neither of them pulled the trigger.

Even though he was wearing a night vision goggle, a bulletproof vest, and a bulletproof helmet, the exposed face and the half-smile at the corner of his mouth made it easy for Sophia to recognize the guy in front of him.

She was cursing the bastard in the worst Colombian slang in her mind.

I had been looking for him in the hotel for two days, but I didn't expect to meet him again. He rushed into my house with a gun in my hand, like a wild beast, and destroyed my house to pieces.

She sniffled and put down the two submachine guns.

Red high heels, step forward.

Sophia took a breath and straightened her chest high. A gust of night wind poured in through the hole, and the bright red skirt fluttered on her body.

With both hands, carrying a submachine gun.

With a cold face, she looked out the window provocatively.

After hesitating for two seconds, Ethan also lowered the muzzle of the gun, but he couldn't bear to pull the trigger after all.

It is death and life.

This time, look at her own good fortune.

For this battle alone, even if she managed to escape by chance, Sofia Blanco should never be able to make waves again.

The moment Ethan put down the muzzle of the gun, Sovia showed a bright smile on her face. She threw the submachine gun in her right hand to the ground, pursed her flaming red lips, and blew a kiss to the bottom.

She walked quickly and quickly disappeared behind the curtain.

This woman is really crazy.

"It's you."

The explosion sounded.

Inside the swimming pool, on the veranda, the judge held an M249 light machine gun and looked down at Ethan.

One single eye, covered with bloodshot eyes.

Unexpectedly, this guy dared to come to the door on his own initiative.

"what!!!"

The judge felt aggrieved, and his grief and anger could not be added. He threw away his crutches, roared madly, and squeezed the trigger forcefully.

The three people standing behind him were also holding AK rifles together.

Four gunfire rang out violently.

The bullet was full of anger and struck madly.

(End of this chapter)