My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Back in the car, Ethan smoked a cigarette and drove away.

It was still early, so he decided to go to Miles' restaurant to kill some time before going to Old Sam's to get the gun.

In the restaurant, Ethan was eating lunch carelessly, and Dalia passed by him for the sixth time.

Every time I passed him, some trivial accident would happen.

For example, if a towel accidentally falls on the floor, she has to bend down to pick it up.

For another example, if ketchup gets on your fingers, it’s not too much to lick them clean. It can’t affect the guests’ dining.

In desperation, Ethan got up to wash his hands and found that there were water stains on the bathroom floor.

He called Dalia over angrily. As a store clerk, he had the obligation to keep the store facilities clean and tidy and not affect customers' use.

After Dahlia humbly accepted Ethan's criticism and education, Ethan calmly buckled his belt and returned to his seat to finish his lunch.

After sleeping in the car for more than an hour, his cell phone rang and Sam informed him that the procedures had been completed and he could go and pick up the gun.

Coming to the old Sam's Fishing and Hunting Store again, Ethan bought some accessories, put a bunch of things in the back seat, and drove home.

When he got home, he immediately took out an old wooden table from the tool room and placed it in front of the simple shooting range that he had set up before.

Arrange the Python revolver, M4A1, and M1911 on the table in order.

Ethan first picked up the 6-inch Python revolver. The silver-white gun body looked very high-quality.

Just like in the Western cowboy movie, he fired a shot of gunfire, opened the bullet chamber, and stuffed the 357-inch Magnum bullets into the bullet chamber one by one.

He picked up the gun and aimed it at the thin iron plate not far away. With a muffled "bang" sound, a small hole was drilled out of the iron plate.

Ethan smiled with satisfaction, feeling the recoil of the python, and continued to pull the trigger to fire out the remaining five bullets.

Putting down the Python revolver, Ethan picked up the assembled M4A1 that had been put aside.

This gun accompanied him through a lot of happy childhood. Now that he had the opportunity, of course he had to buy one for himself.

He pressed the butt of the gun against his shoulder, adjusted his stance, and aimed at the tires spray-painted white on the ground twenty meters away. As the flames from the muzzle emerged, the bullets quickly penetrated the tires.

It's a pity that without the blessing of skills, the accuracy is average, not as accurate as when using a pistol.

After finishing a magazine, a beep appeared in my head.

I quickly opened the system panel and found that a rifle skill was added to the skill list.

He happily replaced the magazine, and after a while of pushing against the tires, he threw the loaded Python revolver and M4A1 into the space.

As long as the skill is generated in the system panel, as long as you obtain the skill book in the future, you don't have to worry about being wrong.

Picking up the Browning M1911 at the end, he first disassembled the pistol into parts, wiped it carefully with gun oil, and then reassembled it.

Aiming at the tire just now, the shot was very smooth and the landing points were very dense. Ethan blew the muzzle of the gun with satisfaction. The gun had been well maintained before.

After packing up everything, Ethan went to the tool room and found a shovel. He carried the shovel and walked toward the forest on the side of the house. The sound of fallen leaves on the ground caused a few small animals to run away.

His was the only family nearby. Old Morgan bought a large area of ​​surrounding mountains and forests and surrounded them with simple wooden fences to prevent unauthorized persons from entering. It’s more convenient for Ethan now.

Arriving a few hundred meters away from the house, Ethan found a hillside. The hillside was full of light yellow flowers. It was very beautiful under the sunlight. It was a good place for a picnic.

He stepped on the soft soil with his feet. This land was really fertile.

Taking off his shirt, Ethan started working with a shovel.

After more than an hour, he estimated that the depth was almost there. Ethan wiped his sweat, threw the shovel out, and climbed out of the pit with his hands.

Pushing the shovel into the nearby mound, Ethan whistled and returned to the house, jumping into the lake to wash off the dirt on his body.

Time soon came to night. Ethan put on a black sportswear and a peaked cap, and drove to the Davis Bar.

Hood was seen in the distance next to the bar, sitting on the barn stairs eating.

The bar was quite lively. According to memory, Cole's wife would hold a wake here, and I believe Cole's brother would also be there to attend.

Not long after waiting, Dex and Marcus soon appeared. The two of them brandished pistols and argued with Hood.

The quarrel quickly subsided under the friendly dissuasion of Candy, who was armed with a double-barreled shotgun.

From a distance, you could hear the two of them continuing to roar about seeking revenge on themselves. Ethan smiled, picked up the water bottle and took a sip.

After the conflict ended, Dex and Marcus returned to the bar to continue drinking. Hood quickly went up to the second floor of the barn to rest after finishing his food.

Ethan continued to wait patiently. When the time came to around ten o'clock in the evening, people in Davis Bar dispersed.

Marcus and Dex climbed into a pickup truck and left the bar.

Ethan followed from a distance, and the vehicle soon stopped at the Savoy Gentlemen's Club.

After the two of them entered the club, Ethan parked the car next to their pickup truck, turned off the engine, and waited.

This time I waited until after 1 a.m. to see the two of them staggering out of the club.

The two came to the front of the car and helped each other to fertilize the shrubs.

Ethan looked around in the car and made sure there was no one around him. He no longer hesitated, lowered the brim of his hat, opened the door and got out of the car.

He took out the prepared wooden stick from the space and quickly walked behind the two of them.

Hearing the footsteps, Marcus drunkenly shook his head and looked back, and saw a wooden stick whistling towards him with the sound of breaking wind.

After knocking the two of them out neatly, Ethan threw the wooden stick back into space, took out two rags and stuffed them into their mouths, then tied them with ropes, picked them up and threw them into the back of the car. Cover with canvas.

After doing all this, Ethan quickly lit up and left the scene.

Soon, the F150 arrived at the place where we were busy today, parked the car in front of the pit, and Ethan went to the rear bucket to lift the canvas.

Marcus and Dex had woken up and looked at Ethan in horror, his gagged mouth whining and twisting in the back bucket.

Ethan didn't say anything. He moved the two of them out of the car respectively, kicked them into the pit, and threw the wooden stick he just used into the pit.

Taking out the M1911 from the space, Ethan took a few breaths, raised his pistol and pointed it at the two people in the pit, "Bang, bang."

The sound of gunshots startled a crowd of night birds, and the moonlight fell particularly brightly on the mountain forest.

After putting away the pistol, Ethan picked up the shovel and continued working. It took a lot of effort to dig, but it was quite fast to backfill.

He used a car to roll the pit back and forth several times. After the land was completely leveled, Ethan drove away. He believed that the flowers in this place would bloom even more vigorously next year.

Back at the house, Ethan connected the water pipe, rinsed the mud from the car's tires and rear bucket several times, then drove the car back to the garage and parked it.