My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 811
Max's eyes rolled wildly, his hands clutching the bag tightly.

Standing here for a while.

He nervously watched the people coming and going, and then looked at the clock hanging on the wall. There were still 5 minutes until three o'clock.

His bladder was sore, but he didn't dare to leave.

There is no way, he has had this problem since he was a child, as long as he feels nervous in his heart, he will want to pee.

But looking at the man sitting in the distance reading the newspaper, his footsteps didn't move for a moment. If he ran away at this time, it would ruin the bastard's good deed. Marx doubted whether he would be beaten to death.

Thinking of this, he secretly touched his ribs, these bastards are really ruthless.

These plainclothes notes are not from people.

The corner of Max's mouth twitched, and he kept muttering.

A tall figure quietly emerged from behind several tourists. The man was wearing a peaked cap and a thin coat, and even his beard had been shaved off.

It looked like he had changed himself.

"Gregory."

Max looked at the man in surprise, and said loudly: "Why did you shave off your beard, I almost can't recognize you."

After a series of changes, it is really difficult to recognize someone who is not an acquaintance.

Marx also said it louder on purpose, reminding the Chicago police that their desired target had arrived at the scene.

"Attention everyone."

Ethan looked diagonally across from the corner of his eyes, and said into the microphone: "A suspected target has appeared."

"About six feet tall, with a blue peaked cap."

"Jeans, red jacket, no beard, mind you, the target has shaved off his beard."

These words of his were for those who could not see them.

Don't accidentally injure civilians at that time.

"There are too many people here." Ethan glanced again and continued: "Don't rush to take action, wait for the opportunity."

Hearing the words in the headset, Hank immediately got out of Iveco.

He quickly passed through the flower bed next to him, and approached the waiting hall carefully. He pulled out the Glock on his waist and covered it with his coat.

"I'm not an idiot like you."

Gregory touched his bare chin, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Aren't you even willing to change your hairstyle?"

"Ha ha."

Max forced a laugh, and asked in turn, "Is there any problem with you?"

"No problem." Gregory stepped aside after passing by a pair of tour groups: "Let's go, the boat is already waiting, we will leave immediately."

As soon as the tall and strong body approached, Max suddenly panicked.

He is very clear about the ferocity of his partner. He is in a different position and in a different mood now.

The opponent killed the traitor, but he would not be soft in the slightest.

He swallowed his saliva, his body shook slightly, he didn't know what was going on, and suddenly a word came out:

"Have you got all your things?"

Wandering eyes when talking
Coupled with this meaningless sentence, Gregory's alarm bells immediately started ringing.

There is something wrong with this demeanor, and there is no logic at all in what they say. They have always been in charge of their own affairs. Whether they carry things or not has nothing to do with Marx.

"Ah."

He nodded calmly and waved Max to leave.

The two walked outside one after the other.

Gregory's eyes were sharp, and he scanned the entire waiting hall.

Inadvertently, his eyes collided with Atwater.

Seeing this, the latter quickly shifted his gaze away and turned his head to look in another direction. Just as he avoided his gaze, Atwater's heart beat violently a few times.

Doesn't my own behavior prove that there is a ghost in my heart?
As soon as he felt annoyed, Gregory in the distance stared fiercely at the back of Marx's head.

I was careful, but this bastard brought me the note.

With a swing of his arm, he pulled out the gun stuck in the back of his waist.

Without a word of nonsense, Gregory breathed heavily, pointed the pistol at Max, and pulled the trigger with his fingers.

"boom."

A strand of blood splashed upwards.

Driven by the impact of the bullet, Max threw himself down fiercely. With a trace of regret, he slowly closed his eyelids.

There are at least a hundred people here.

The sudden sound of gunfire stopped everyone's movements for an instant.

"what!!!"

"Bang bang bang~"

Accompanied by a high-pitched scream, Gregory quickly pulled the trigger several times against the ceiling, trying to create even greater chaos.

Among the running crowd, he bent down and rushed forward quickly.

Two or three times, he picked up the bag in Marx's hand, and with a short body, he rushed out along the crowd.

"Chicago police."

Ethan jumped up from the chair and quickly chased after him: "Everyone get down, don't run around."

If you want to raise your gun, there are all panicked people in front of you.

"Fake."

He cursed secretly and pushed a person away.

In other directions, other people also roared one after another, spreading their legs and trying to catch up.

Facing the risk of being shot, no one obeys orders.

All these people rushed outside in a mess, and the scene was a mess. If Ethan hadn't locked Gregory on the radar, he would have no idea where he ran to.

Outside, gunshots are heard.

Irene and Horstead glanced at each other, immediately drew their pistols, and ran along the lawn to the waiting hall.

Hank next to him also quickened his pace.

When he came near the glass door, he locked on the target in an instant. A tall man was bending over and rushing out of the crowd.

"Gregory."

There are all people in front of him, Hank can't shoot, he can only roar, hoping to influence the other party's judgment and make him make a wrong choice.

This roar, as well as the two men running over with guns in front, made Gregory instantly realize that the police had set up a circle here, and in a flash, he stretched out his hand to grab the side.

"Ah~"

With a scream, an Asian woman was grabbed into his arms by him.

The muzzle of the gun was on the woman's head.

"Let her go." Shouts sounded one after another, and Irene and Horstead arrived one after another, pointing their guns at Gregory: "You can't run away, throw away your guns and surrender."

This battle frightened the people around them, and they squatted down one after another.

"Don't get close."

A corner of Gregory's head shrunk behind the Asian girl was exposed: "Otherwise, I will kill this Bi..."

"boom."

The hammer fell and hit the fire hard.

The bullet spins out of the barrel at high speed with a ball of flame.

The distance of more than ten meters passed in an instant.

"Boom."

A small hole instantly appeared between Gregory's eyebrows, the back of his head was lifted, and red and white splashed all over the ground.

Most of the people present turned their heads in unison.

These people looked in the direction of the gunshots. Under their shocked gazes, Ethan swung the python revolver, turned it around, and stuffed it into the holster.

What you want is a chance to make a move.

(End of this chapter)