My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 581 Raid
"Hey, Mirales."

Munoz bumped fists with the visitor, and said excitedly: "If you don't mind, I want to have a fight with this bitch first."

"No problem at all."

The person who came was Mirales, his fist was flying up and down: "What's mine is yours, go."

Seeing the target person appear, Burgess breathed a sigh of relief.

She held the handbag tightly and walked upstairs with Muñoz. When she came to the corner of the second floor, she patted Muñoz's butt: "Tough guy, you go to the room first."

"I'm going to the bathroom to tidy up."

"Why are you bitches always so troublesome?"

Muñoz glared at her: "Hurry up, or I'll clean you up later."

"Don't worry, it will be fine soon."

Burgess waved to him, twisted his waist and walked into the next bathroom.

Toilet, bathtub, sink, and a window next to it.

The place is small but has everything you need.

Once inside, she immediately closed the door and put the latch on.

Resisting her panic, she quickly opened her handbag and took out her mobile phone, her fingers fluttered, and she dialed the number quickly:
"I saw Mirales, five people on the first floor and one on the second floor."

"There are also a few call girls on site."

"A few people have bulging waists and should be armed. Be careful."

"understood."

Hank's voice sounded, and the phone was hung up.

"call!"

Burgess breathed a sigh of relief, and tapped his satchel nervously with his fingers, waiting for the people outside to start.

"Boom."

Below the first floor, there was a muffled sound.

This was followed by violent gunshots, terrified screams and angry roars.

"boom."

A loud noise startled Burgess.

"Fakeyu, Bichi."

The wooden door of the bathroom was knocked and trembled constantly, the door frame vibrated, and dust fell down.

Just when she thought the people outside had left, the outside suddenly became quiet. The next moment, the door slammed open, the latch flew, and the window was smashed.

The enraged Muñoz appeared at the door panting heavily.

"It's you."

Munoz yelled, "Bichi, you bloody bitch."

Burgess tossed the handbag and was pushed away by the opponent.

It was another slap kick, Munoz easily dodged and punched her.

"Ah~"

Burgess felt as if he had been hit with a hammer and made a cry of pain.

"boom."

Muñoz still didn't stop, punching her in the face.

The huge force directly overturned her into the bathtub.

She was dizzy, and could only pedal her high heels frantically to push back the opponent's attack.

"Burgess."

There were shouts outside, and they were approaching quickly.

Seeing this, Munoz gave up the idea of ​​continuing to attack. He quickly opened the window, jumped, and jumped directly from the second floor.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Rusek rushed into the bathroom first, and when he saw Burgess curled up in the bathtub, he quickly asked, "Are you hurt?"

"No, hurry up!"

Burgess clutches his stomach and points painfully at the window.

"understood."

Rusek didn't stay any longer, gritted his teeth and jumped out.

As soon as he landed, before he could stand still, a black figure sprang out from the side, swept him to the ground with one kick, and then slammed him down with heavy fists.

Rusek frantically blocked with both hands, but still received a few ruthless blows.

For a while, there were stars in my eyes, and I couldn't tell the difference between southeast and north.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps left quickly that he let go of his blocking arms in embarrassment.

By this time, Munoz had run to the sidewalk in the distance.

"Bang bang."

Two gunshots were heard from the head, hitting the side of Munoz, and his fleeing pace became a little faster.

"Suspect fled."

Orlinsky's voice sounded from above: "In front of the house, hurry up."

"Fake!"

Rusek punched the snow on the ground hard, got up with hands and feet, and chased the opponent in the direction where he was fleeing.

A figure flashed at the entrance of the alley, and Horsted rushed to the front.

In the Ford Interceptor, Ethan put the AR15 on his lap and kept staring at the Cadillac SUV next to him.

Sometimes, the time will pass very long.

A minute and a second seemed to stop passing.

After an unknown amount of time, Cadillac's double flashing lights suddenly flickered.

Ethan immediately opened the car door and got out of the car with the assault rifle in hand.

With him, there were people in several cars next to him, and the intelligence team opened the doors one after another.

They were all wearing protective equipment and carrying all kinds of equipment in their hands, as if they were an assault team.

Fortunately, there were no passers-by on the street at this time, otherwise I would have been scared out of my wits.

Quickly gathered behind the Cadillac, all of them squatted down to hide their figures.

"There are a lot of people inside, everyone pay attention."

Hank looked around and said quickly, "There are five robbers on the first floor, and one robber on the second floor."

"The rest are either our own people or call girls."

This is so true, I was surprised.

A dozen robbers and six robbers are two completely different levels of difficulty.

But there are still ordinary people inside, and it will cause them trouble.

"Be careful, don't hurt civilians."

Hank continued to explain important things: "As for Mirales, I need him alive, understand?"

"Understood." Everyone replied.

"Rusek, Orlinski, the two of you are in charge of the second floor." Hank pulled out the Glock and waved his arms:
"Me and Antonio went to the back door, 30 seconds later."

Time was urgent, and no one knew what Burgess and Nadia would encounter inside, so the entire operation was deployed in a few seconds.

Ethan took the lead and led a group of people towards the front door.

And Hank and Antonio quickly disappeared into the alley next to them.

Walking up the porch, Ethan lowered the muzzle of his gun.

Looking at the watch, there are still ten seconds.

Horstead stood opposite him, his battering hammer raised high.

On the steps, Irene and Rusek are in the second echelon, and Olinski and Sumner are in the third echelon.

Loud music came from the house, as well as wanton laughter and cursing.

The faces of the people outside the door were covered with frost just like the current weather.

"go!"

When the time came, Ethan hurriedly gave the order.

"Boom."

The door lock was instantly destroyed by the hammer, and the door slammed inside.

"Chicago police."

With a roar, Ethan rushed in quickly, and the muzzle moved to the place where the light spots gathered.

The group of demons dancing here seems to be the prelude to a silver chaos party.

Everyone was disheveled, and their twisted postures were frightened by the movement of the broken door, which seemed very awkward.

"Strip."

The Colombians roared loudly, and they were unwilling to be caught without a fight, and they reacted subconsciously.

Some drew guns from their waists, some set up call girls to block their fronts, and some ran to the back quickly, and the whole living room was in chaos.

"Bang bang bang."

Without a trace of hesitation, Ethan pulled the trigger suddenly.

The shoulder was hit by the butt of the gun a few times, and the AR15 spewed out tongues of flames. The man who pulled the gun from his waist exploded a few clouds of blood on his chest, splashing red liquid on the wall behind him.

"what!!!"

The call girl was caught in front of her by a bald man in a yellow coat, and when she saw Ethan's gun pointed at her, she let out a high-pitched scream.

Regardless of her screams, or the hostage in hand.

Ethan shot out with a bang, and the bullet passed through the middle of the call girl's clean thigh and stabbed it hard.

Seeing this scene, Horsted from behind was shocked for a moment.

A blood flower blooms, chickens fly and eggs beat.

(End of this chapter)