My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 279 Closing
This means that what you say is what you say, and you can't talk about it lightly.

Gunshots rang out, and the rolling gate at the front door of the police station was easily pierced like a plank.

The bullet passed through the rolling gate and hit the iron fence of the detention room, splashing sparks.

The desk that could be kept just now was also torn and collapsed.

Ethan stood behind the pillar, not daring to move.

A bullet hit the pillar, and there was a deep pit immediately, and the red brick exploded.

Outside the police station, a machine gun was set up on the back of a pickup truck. One of the men held the butt of the gun firmly and frantically pulled the trigger into the police station.

The recoil was so strong that the muscles in his face trembled.

"Ah ah ah."

In his mouth, he kept roaring.

Beside him, a member of the Red Bones Gang with oil paint on his face was holding a long ammunition chain, which was being continuously swallowed by the machine gun.

The man who fired the gun barely controlled the machine gun and drew a circle towards the rolling gate.

There was a whistling sound around him, and Jackson panicked. He got up with hands and feet, trying to get out of the prison area, and rushed towards Brock, who was hiding at the corner.

"Puff puff."

Jackson only felt a light on his foot, and half of his calf was directly interrupted.

Before he had time to feel the pain, his body lost his balance, grabbed the ground with his head, and hit the ground heavily.

"Boom."

The moment he hit the ground, a few stray bullets flew towards him, and his head exploded like a watermelon.

Brock just blinked, and was splashed with red and white.

From his point of view, it was as if Jackson had blown his head off.

The potential energy of the bullet has not stopped, and it continues to rush backwards.

Proctor felt something hit him a few times, and half of his body went numb.

In a daze, he looked at Ethan who was standing motionless behind the pillar.

This little boy has a strange expression, half a smile but not a smile.

Proctor stiffly stretched out his hand to touch his chest, only feeling wet, and then a burning sensation swept his whole body.

He lowered his head slowly in disbelief, seeing blood gushing from the wound.

The trembling hands wanted to stop the bleeding, but they couldn't control it at all, and the clothes were quickly soaked in a large area.

When Brock saw that Jackson was headshot and Proctor was shot, his heart beat violently. He swallowed hard, and his legs became weak for a while.

"Bang bang."

The bullet flew to the corner again, smashing the bricks.

He tilted his head suddenly, his face was stabbed with pain, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, and it was bright red.

After waiting for two seconds, Brock poked his head out regardless of the danger, and saw that the rolling gate had been torn through a hole half the height of a person.

Through the big hole, members of the Redbone Gang can be seen walking outside.

Brock's face was covered with sweat, and he shouted anxiously:
"Hood, find a way."

"I know."

Hood took a quick look out.The machine gun on top of the truck took his breath away.

M60 machine gun, no wonder it can easily tear the reinforced shutter.

The gun must have been stolen from the military truck in Genoa, and it's all used on them now.

He gritted his teeth and fumbled for the pocket, took out the grenade, clasped the tab with his fingers and pulled it out forcefully, and threw it at the pickup outside.

"Bangdang."

From the hole in the rolling gate, a round object suddenly flew out, fell on the back of the pickup truck, and bounced inside it twice.

Excitedly shooting the man, he looked down and saw the grenade falling right into his footsteps.

"Boom."

Before he could react, the grenade exploded.

A broken leg flew up into the sky, and fell to Cheton's side with a snap. It was still steaming. Even Cheton took a step back in fright.

The M60 machine gun was also blown up, and the man who was carrying the ammunition chain next to him lay in the back of the bucket, motionless.

Ethan has been standing behind the pillar, watching Proctor trying to save himself, just watching with cold eyes.

When he heard the sound of the machine gun stop, he quickly turned around and flashed out.

The trigger was pulled, and flames spewed out.

"Bang bang bang."

The gunfire was in a ball, and the bullets went out through the hole in the rolling gate.

Kneeling on one knee, the bandit holding the military M4 suddenly had two small holes in his head and fell backwards.

The bullet was pulled out like a whip.

Within two to three seconds, the six gunmen were knocked to the ground.

While firing, Ethan rushed to the rolling gate. As long as he saw it, he would inevitably get shot a few times.

"cover."

He didn't care about changing the magazine, he put the Glock back into the holster, and while yelling, he rushed to the filing cabinet at the front desk.

Brock and Hood hurriedly followed, regardless of whether there was anyone outside, they opened fire at the hole.

The violent gunfire in the house caused people outside to flee in all directions. After all, in just a few seconds, several people fell down already, which was too terrifying.

"what!"

Ethan clasped the metal filing cabinet with one hand and roared.

"Boom."

The file cabinet was pulled down by him and hit the ground heavily, creating a circle of smoke and dust.

Ethan put his hands against the cabinet again and pushed it forward.

There was a piercing sound of rubbing, Hood and the others released the trigger at the right time, and the large file cabinet immediately completely covered the hole made by the machine gun.

After blocking the hole, Ethan kicked the rolling gate hard:

"Fakeyu, Chetton, you are a big mouse, you want my life, go ahead and dream."

The sound spread outside, and Cheton was furious.

He put down a dead body, rushed to the rolling gate quickly, held the barrel of the AK and slammed it hard.

The guns were instantly torn apart and scattered all over.

"I will kill you, I will definitely kill you, just wait for me."

Regardless of Cheton roaring outside, Ethan walked back quickly.

Pull out the Glock and release the magazine.

Let the empty magazine fall to the ground, take out the spare magazine from the duty belt and put it on, pat the palm of your hand lightly to tighten the magazine.

At this time, he also walked to the side of the detention room.

Brock and Hood were standing right here, looking fixedly at Proctor lying on the ground.

His arm could no longer maintain the pressing action, and it loosened to the side feebly,
Blood froth overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his body twitched.

Proctor was short of breath, and his eyeballs rolled slowly, looking at Hood, at Brock, and at Ethan, hoping that someone could lend a helping hand.

Ethan silently took out Siobhan's bunch of keys from his pocket, and found the one that opened the detention room.

Proctor was speechless, and his eyes sparkled with hope.

Hope turned into despair, and he watched Ethan stuff the bunch of keys into Jackson's palm.

Ethan unceremoniously grabbed Jackson's arm and opened the barn door.

As soon as the hand was released, there was a muffled sound.

Jackson's arm smashed to the ground with the bunch of keys, smashing Proctor's last hope.

It was obvious that everyone here wanted him dead.

Under the excitement, the blood flow became more intense.

He looked at Hood with monstrous hatred, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

(End of this chapter)