My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 678 Request for Support
"Bang bang bang."

Irene quickly pulled the trigger, the gunfire strobe, and all the bullets in the magazine were emptied in a short while.

One after another, fire points emerged, and bullets shot up from all directions.

The four people upstairs also became more and more flustered.

They fired and yelled at the inside. The police outside could wait for support, but the people inside had no choice but to sit and wait for death.

Ethan kicked his feet and jumped out from behind the big tree.

The python in his hand waved quickly, and there was a loud bang. The bullet flew out from the muzzle of the gun, traveled a distance of more than 30 meters at top speed, got into the window and landed on top of a gunman with his head sticking out.

The gunman's head snapped back suddenly, raising a cloud of blood mist.

White, red, one after another scattered.

He didn't stop, climbing and jumping quickly between the cars.

The speed is astonishing.

After the people upstairs chased and fired a few shots, they had no choice but to give up.

"Shh."

His figure flickered, and he slid over the hood of a wild horse. A pair of wild mandarin ducks in the driver's seat were hugging each other and trembling.

Pressing the barrel latch with his thumb and pulling it back, he flicked his wrist lightly, and the cylinder was thrown out by him, and the empty shell case also slid down and fell on the hood. When his feet landed, the quick loader had already appeared in his hand.

In less than two seconds, the bullet was replaced.

He continued to run toward his parking lot, firing occasional shots upstairs.

At this moment, the rolling gate opened on the side of the factory building.

The tires of the Chevrolet van just spun wildly, and it rushed out swinging.

"Fakeyu, red man!"

On the second floor of the factory building, hysterical curses sounded.

The van ignored it, and fled quickly along the side road.

Atwater nearly got hit, and he swooped aside, rolling in the snow like a gourd.

The people in the car also shot him twice.

Looking at the snow column hit by bullets less than half a meter away from him, Atwater was sweating from fright.

After coming in for a few days, he now finally understands what an intelligence team is.

His throat was parched with thirst, and he swallowed hard the saliva that didn't exist.

"Follow."

Hank heard the voice upstairs and knew that the red man was in the fleeing Chevrolet van, and he yelled at Irene: "The red man is inside, don't let him get away."

His own position was exposed under the gun on the second floor.

The Cadillac SUV has already been battered with holes, and the seats are covered with broken glass.

You don't have to try to know that the car must have been scrapped.

At this time, only Irene was the closest to the transportation.

"understood."

Irene shouted, and quickly got into the driver's seat with the AR15 on her shoulder.

The car vibrated and the tires rubbed wildly.

The next moment, Dodge was like a runaway wild horse, galloping forward quickly, and just after chasing for tens of meters, she slammed on the brakes again, scratching black marks on the ground:
"Come here."

Not far away, Ethan was running quickly towards her position.

In just two or three seconds, the car door slammed shut.

As soon as he got in the car, before he could sit down, Irene slammed down on the gas pedal, and Ethan staggered, hitting his head heavily on the passenger seat, and then was thrown back on the seat.

"Shet."

He rubbed his forehead: "You did it on purpose."

"That's right." Irene turned the steering wheel sharply again: "Who told you to scratch me before?"

A puff of white smoke rose from the gray Dodge's tires, and he turned the corner quickly, finally seeing the fleeing Chevrolet van ahead.

Now that Ethan was ready, he held onto the handrail tightly.

No one else followed. After being killed and injured by Ethan, there were at least three gunmen in the factory.

They didn't dare to leave until the gunman was dealt with.

Besides, the explosives might be there too.

"Call the main station."

Ethan sat still, and quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie on Irene's car: "The gangsters are driving away in a Chevrolet gray van. The people in the car are holding heavy firepower. They are fleeing south from the direction of the slaughterhouse. Please ask the police for support."

"Got it, it's already being arranged."

There was a quick response from inside, and Ethan put the walkie-talkie back.

The vehicle has merged into the traffic flow, and in the dark night, the taillights of the vehicle turned into a red star river.

The person driving in front is very familiar with the road conditions.

The chosen road will neither have too many cars affecting the speed, but also bring enough cover to oneself.

Ethan put the python revolver on the holster, picked up the AR15 that Irene placed in the middle of the seat, and felt that the weight was wrong as soon as he started it. He immediately unloaded the empty magazine, and then pulled a spare bullet from the top of her bulletproof vest. box down.

When he was doing all these actions, he could feel some vibrations in the vehicle.

Looking at the dashboard quickly, the speed has reached 65 miles.

Erin grasped the steering wheel with both hands and continued to accelerate.

This is in the city, the speed has reached more than 100 kilometers per hour, and the vehicles on the road are roaring and thrown behind.

"Drive steadily."

Ethan shouted, set up the AR15 with one hand, grabbed the armrest and leaned out.

Night Breeze howled and slapped his face, his hair was pulled back, his face trembled, and despite his amazing arm strength, the muzzle of his gun also trembled slightly.

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan pulled the trigger one after another, but only left a few holes in the van's tailgate.

With the power of AR15, it is no problem to blow up the tires.

But now both sides are moving at high speed, and they have to dodge the vehicles on the road. Dodge is shaking constantly, and it is too difficult to shoot.

He was about to try it again, but he yelled in fright:
"gun."

A white man leaned out from the co-pilot of the van with an AK, and fired wildly at the gray Dodge chasing after him.

Irene reacted quickly and swung the steering wheel quickly.

Dodge quickly slashed from the first lane to the third lane, avoiding a wave of bullets.

Now most of Ethan's body was leaning out of the vehicle, following Dodge's swing, and the cars retreated from him, and the surprised and panic expressions of those people in the car could be seen.

He didn't care about the danger at this time, and kept looking for an opportunity to shoot.

Vehicles on the road noticed this scene and slowed down one after another.

"You can't shoot now." Irene roared anxiously: "There are too many cars on the road, and stray bullets kill a few people, that's a big trouble."

There was so much wind outside that Ethan couldn't hear her at all.

But even if you hear it, you won't care so much.

Even if you don't shoot, you must maintain this deterrence. Only in this way can you force the opponent to make mistakes.

At this moment, several patrol cars also caught up from behind.

There are flashing blue lights all over the road.

Not only that, but there was a roar from the sky. The searchlight first hit Ethan's body, and immediately noticed the light of Dodge's hidden police lights, then quickly shifted, and the lights locked firmly on the Chevrolet van.

A police helicopter just appeared above their heads.

(End of this chapter)