My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"Pop~"

The sound of falling to the ground was heard loudly.

Then several more bullets flew in, some hitting the ground, leaving small craters in the cement while sending up puffs of smoke.

Some of them plunged into Sandro's thigh.

"what!"

He screamed in pain and his body bounced like an electric shock.

"Puff puff."

Ethan knocked over one person and quickly turned the gun.

He held the gun with one hand and quickly pulled the trigger, flying towards Sandro who fell to the ground.

Accurate and fierce gunfire forced the two people on the opposite side away.

One of them only felt a mosquito bite. He raised his hand and touched his neck, but he only felt a big hole.

"Click."

The light in his eyes quickly faded, and the MP5 in his hand fell.

The whole person knelt down heavily.

As Ethan fired, he reached out and grabbed Sandro's bulletproof vest shoulder strap and quickly dragged him into the next cubicle. After leaving a long trail of blood on the ground, he pushed Sandro against the wall.

The deafening gunfire stopped instantly, and the entire underground space was deathly silent.

This guy's face was covered with sweat, and even his hair was wet.

His lips trembled and he forced a smile at Ethan.

"Snapped."

Ethan looked at him quickly, slapped him out, and woke him up: "It's okay, he won't die. The body armor Matt prepared for us is of good quality."

There was a small hole in the body armor on the bastard's chest.

A deformed warhead is embedded on it.

What's great here is that the sternum is fractured, but the thigh is more troublesome. It's unknown what tissue inside was damaged. There is a bloody hole, and blood is constantly flowing out from it.

"Hey."

Sandro moved his jaw and gasped loudly: "Did you hit my brother? If so, just shoot me."

"I do think so."

Ignoring the roars in front of him, he quickly found the tourniquet from Sandro: "How about I give you a shot?"

He is still joking and in good spirits.

With a snap, the tourniquet tightened, and the bleeding slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In radar, the light spot moves.

Judging from the direction of movement, he was retreating backwards.

Want to run, no way.

Ethan took out another grenade, dodged to the door frame of this compartment, and swung it hard towards the place where the car parked in his memory.

With a panicked roar, the grenade went off.

My ears were ringing and my head was dizzy. I quickly shook my head and found an unexpected surprise. A light spot was blown up directly.

"Only two people."

Fausto was also dizzy. He hit his head hard, wiped his cheek again, looked at the blood on his hands and roared:
"What are you afraid of? Go up and kill them."

The grenade exploded on the ground just now, and the fragments flew over, splashing out a ball of sparks less than ten centimeters away from his head, and the broken bricks also made a big gash on his face.

The feeling of brushing against death made him angry.

Finally, he realized that there were only two people on the other side, and if he didn't kill each other, he would definitely have no chance to escape, so now he could only fight.

There was a burst of chirping, and Ethan couldn’t understand it either.

Only six light spots were seen slowly approaching on the radar, and one remained in place.

"They're coming up."

Sandro grabbed the handguard of the gun and struggled to stand up: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

The severe pain crazily stimulated his brain, but he suppressed it with amazing willpower, his eyes were extremely determined, and he must kill his enemy with his own hands before he would be willing to do so.

"By the way, a morphine shot."

Ethan took down the empty magazine and loaded it with the last spare one: "Do you want me to give you a shot?" "No."

Sandro said in a cold sweat: "That thing is addictive."

"I can persist. This is not the first time I have been shot. I know what I am in."

Doing this kind of black business, but resisting addictive emergency drugs.

These words came out of his mouth, full of black humor, to which Ethan responded with his middle finger.

Anyway, the thing is on him, so when he can't stand it, he will naturally use it.

Ethan held the gun and slowly came to the door frame of this compartment.

The other party was getting closer and closer, and heavy breathing sounded. Although there were only two people, the violent attack just now made the remaining people extremely nervous.

Especially the elusive grenade, who doesn't know if it will fly out suddenly.

They advanced alternately, using the masonry compartments as cover. At the same time, they also leaned forward as hard as they could, so that they could fall to the ground at any time.

What to think, what to come.

Grenades are useful and fun, and Ethan brought enough of them.

He quickly put the three grenades into the space for quick access. Just raise his hand and there would be one.

"Cover your ears."

He turned around and said something silently to Sandro.

"Shh."

Quickly unplug the safety and throw it out.

Seeing the round grenade flying out, several people outside were shocked and quickly moved forward or flew into the compartment.

After the explosion sounded, several people calmed down.

In order to prevent the other party from taking advantage of the situation, they all quickly got up and returned to the middle aisle.

Two collisions sounded again, and a grenade happened to roll to a person's feet.

Looking at the thing at his feet, the man's eyes blinked rapidly.

In my heart, I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

If you don't bring something like this, can't you just shoot it properly? Do you know this is a shameless thing?

"Bang~"

After two loud noises, the whole person was almost blown to pieces, and the brief thoughts were scattered with the blood mist and floated away feebly.

Several other people were also overturned.

The scene was extremely tragic.

After three explosions, Ethan jumped out. He raised the muzzle of the gun and suddenly pulled the trigger.

With a pop, the warhead flew into the distance.

At this time, a figure was almost rushing to the car, and there was only two or three meters away.

As the gunfire rang out, his ankles shattered into pieces.

"Ah~~~"

Fausto's joyful expression turned ferocious in an instant. He screamed and fell down hard, chewing the dust on the ground.

Another shot, and the hand holding the gun exploded instantly.

Looking at the hole on the back of his hand, his shrill scream intensified a bit, continuous, high-pitched and with a little echo.

Looks full of energy.

There are always some smart little guys who let their subordinates rush forward to die and then take the opportunity to escape. Under normal circumstances, this is a foolproof choice.

But who would have thought that they would meet a guy who had a lot of grenades on him.

Fausto's little plan naturally came to nothing.

If he had people rely on the bunker to hold on, they wouldn't be blown up cleanly like this.

After destroying that guy's mobility, Ethan turned his gun.

Gunfire lit up and bullets flew out.

Some struggled to raise their guns to fight back, but were knocked down by several shots. Others tried to crawl away using their hands and feet, but were also nailed to the ground.

After just a few seconds, the gunfire stopped completely. (End of chapter)