My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 793 categorically refused
Inside the house, it was a mess.

Although when the grenade explodes, it will not burst into flames like in the movie.

But the destructive power it caused was also astonishing.

All kinds of expensive furniture, screens, and furnishings were blown to pieces, and the Persian carpet was also covered with blood and stumps.

The three rushed in, their guns firing simultaneously.

The few people who were blown up howled in pain a few times, and were quickly taken away by the bullets.

None of them are merciful.

When he fired the gun, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart was even more calm.

In the other direction, after a few roars, Matt and Phillips rushed in, and those who stayed on the first floor were cleaned up in a short while.

After a bloody fight, everyone finally gathered together.

"Whoo~"

Phillips wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a sigh: "It's still an overseas job, so I can let go more easily."

Everyone smiled and didn't answer.

Ethan looked at the radar and found that there were six people hiding upstairs.

Downstairs, there are four.

Without waiting for Matt to speak, Ethan lifted the night vision goggles and gave the order directly: "Jonathan, Sandro, you and Phillips go upstairs."

"Be careful, there are still many people hiding in the room."

"Don't take risks, use the grenade to open the way."

Under his command to act, no one said anything. Sometimes, the strong have the final say.

The three of them held guns and went upstairs carefully.

When walking, there is still a vague posture of retreating. The opponent also has heavy firepower, so be prepared to escape at any time.

Matt looked at Ethan, waiting for the next arrangement.

At this time, the right to speak was taken away, and he was not dissatisfied at all. Just now, the other party had done the workload of two or three people on his own side, which was simply the combat power of a CIA action commando team.

Or, more fiercely.

Now, as long as the large area is under his control.

Ethan glanced at the radar, pouted his lips, and the two rushed towards the kitchen together.

The remaining two people on the first floor are hiding here. If their innocence cannot be confirmed, they must be disarmed without the risk of being shot in the back.

After a few shots, they moved to the stairs leading to the first floor.

Upstairs, there was a boom.

Feel the floor vibrating slightly.

Matt didn't lag behind. He pulled out the ring of the grenade and threw it down. Because they didn't hide their footsteps, at this time, a grenade flew up from below.

Ethan swung his foot, and the grenade backed away at a faster speed.

"Boom bang."

After the two explosions, Ethan looked at Matt lying on the ground with a half-smile.

"Ah."

Matt coughed dryly and pointed to the side: "I'm looking to see if there are any enemies in that direction."

"That's right." Ethan shrugged and walked down the stairs with the AR15 in his hand:

"I believe you are."

The two people who were squatting down just now had been blown over, one had lost his breath, and the other howled, dragging his broken leg, desperately crawling forward.

"it's okay no problem."

Ethan stepped forward quickly, stepped on his back, and lowered his gun:

"Don't worry, the pain will be gone soon."

"boom."

The gunfire flickered away.

"You." Matt wanted to say something, but shook his head again: "Are you interested?"

"Not interested in."

Before he finished speaking, Ethan flatly refused, holding his gun, and walked slowly along the corridor: "Don't think I don't know about those perverted tests and inspections in your department."

"Oh oh oh."

In the headset, Catherine and Jonathan's dissatisfied protests sounded one after another.

"What perverted test?"

"If you do this, we will sue you for defamation."

"Please." Ethan leaned against the wall, and said with a smile: "According to your normal gameplay, will you send a few people to attack me suddenly, wanting to test my ability to resist interrogation?"

"Guess what's going to happen then?"

"Gudu."

I don’t know who it was, but the sound of swallowing was heard.

After a burst of intense gunfire, Phillips said cheerfully: "If that kind of thing happens, I really want to take a look, it will be very interesting."

Anti-interrogation ability test, very fun.

A few people will be arranged to pretend to be gangsters and kidnap the newcomer.

During this period, environmental, psychological, and physical methods will be used to torture newcomers inhumanly and test their weaknesses.

This kind of thing, Phillips would like to see.

If the people sent to test are wiped out by the regiment, what will happen to the people of the CIA.

"Fakyu."

Matt cursed at the old man, rubbed his nose and said nothing.

The two of them came to a room.

Ethan stopped in his tracks and waved his hand. Matt took a step back and picked up the gun in his hand.

"bump."

With a hard kick, the door of the room, which was half hidden, fell inside.

Matt turned sideways, his fingers snapping the trigger.

"No."

Ethan saw the short blonde hair, reached out his hand like lightning, and slapped the gun in Matt's hand.

"Bang bang bang."

The muzzle burst into flames, and the bullets flew diagonally across a bed inside, leaving a row of bullet holes in the wall.

"Fakemi."

Matt let go of the trigger, swallowing hard.

Inside, it looks like an operating room.

A man covered in bandages was lying on the bed, his mouth was sealed, and he was groaning with excitement.

"Ellen!"

Matt looked at the man and called out his name in shock.

I thought he was dead, but I didn't expect to find his whereabouts here. It seems that he was rescued by the Blanco family.

As for the purpose of saving him, the answer is self-evident.

"What Ellen?"

In the headset, Jonathan's hurried voice sounded.

"Alan is fine, he's still alive." Matt settled down and said hurriedly, "Continue with the mission, don't be distracted."

He turned his head and looked at Ethan:
"You go in and search first, and I'll take a look at Alan's situation."

"clear."

Ethan nodded. After all, he was the opponent's subordinate, and caring came first.

Leaving Matt alone, he walked inside alone.

For me, catching the judge is the first priority. Now that there is no Matt, Ethan doesn't have to pretend to search each room, and walk quickly along the corridor.

Negative layer, only one light spot left.

I don't know where Sophia hid, maybe upstairs.

But that's fine, Ethan doesn't want to make another choice.

Turning the corner, his pupils contracted, and his body suddenly retracted, but he didn't receive the expected attack.

Gritting his teeth, he flew out.

The muzzle of the gun was raised, pointing forward motionlessly, the footsteps moved slowly, and the breathing became rapid.

At the end of the passage is a gate.

Inside the gate, a suffocating scene.

Under the bright light, there are stacks of banknotes wrapped in transparent film, piled up like a mountain, and on the hill two or three meters high, there are all green dollars, which makes people feel shocked.

Judge, sit on the bill.

He made room for himself, as if sitting on a throne.

(End of this chapter)