My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The night is getting deeper and the rain is getting heavier.

The cold raindrops pattered on the body, and the peaked hat only made the whole body feel cold.

But what was even colder than this was the screams inside the house.

Unconsciously, he took steps.

It wasn't until this moment that the guy remembered that his girlfriend was still in the house. Although it was just a casual relationship most of the time, she could still be considered a girlfriend.

"Hey, idiot."

Danny grabbed his arm and pulled him back: "If you don't want to die, don't go in."

Staring at this guy, he nodded vigorously and said:

"I was serious."

The hook-nosed man next to him also nodded slowly.

No matter what happened inside, the federal agent who claimed to be a CIA agent was obviously here to hunt down the man. They were taking great risks by leading the way.

The remaining things must not be mixed up.

No matter what you hear or see, it can kill someone at any time.

He had no doubt at all whether the other party could do that kind of thing.

This is a murderous one.

You can feel it.

Thinking of this, he silently took a few steps back.

As the boss, the hook-nosed one did this, and the remaining people were naturally unambiguous and stepped back one after another. The peaked hat was just a moment of enthusiasm.

If you really wanted to save people, you would have gone in earlier.

Danny pulled and took a few steps back.

inside the house.

Ethan's eyes came to the kitchen. He released his foot and kicked Yates in the stomach.

There was a muffled sound, and the latter's eyes suddenly turned black.

It was as if his intestines had been broken.

This guy would be unable to move for a while. Ethan walked quickly to the kitchen, went straight to the knife box, and grabbed all the sharp table knives inside.

"puff."

Stepping on the opponent's forearm, the knife fell like a meteor, half of it was buried in Yates's hand, and was embedded deeply into the floor.

Following the same pattern, meteors fell one after another.

Accompanied by screams, Ethan transformed into a tough judge and nailed the lunatic into a large font on the floor of the living room.

The severe pain made Yates howl loudly.

Pressing his forehead, Ethan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, this is just the beginning."

Yates' eyes were about to burst and he was about to spit.

"Uh-huh."

A meat cleaver penetrated the cheek, and the tip of the knife emerged from the other side of the face, sealing all the last words of this guy in his stomach, leaving only bursts of grunts and constant banging sounds.

Yates kept banging his head, hoping to make himself faint.

But it just backfired.

The tingling pain all over his body made his brain extremely clear.

"Pooh."

After spitting on this lunatic's face, Ethan nodded with satisfaction. His hand tendons and hamstrings were broken, and he was not afraid of where this guy could go.

He grabbed the remaining table knife and ran quickly to the bedroom.

The poor woman on the bed made him shake his head. After all, he came a step too late, and another innocent person died tragically at the hands of Yates.

However, he also avenged her.

He put his palms on the woman's face, covering her wide eyes.

Rub it slowly twice and then push it down.

The pair of eyes full of resentment finally became tightly closed, and his face was no longer ferocious.

"Hi."

Turning around, Ethan opened his arms to Nadia and asked with a smile: "Long time no see, do you miss your Boss?"

The latter twisted his body and let out a whine.

Ethan quickly raised his knife and cut all the ropes and tapes tied to her body.

"Bah."

As soon as she tore off the tape on her eyelids, Nadia jumped up from the chair and rushed forward, knocking Ethan over.

"Why so late!"

She hugged the person in front of her tightly and kept crying: "I thought I would never see you again, and I would never see Irene again!!!"

Feeling the other person's trembling body, Ethan gently patted his back:

"never mind."

"Shhh."

He hugged Nadia tightly, patted her and comforted her: "Don't cry, you can go back to Chicago tomorrow. They are all waiting for you to hold a birthday party for Irene!"

For several long hours, the assistant experienced extreme fear.

That feeling was something Ethan couldn't understand.

At this time, I can only try my best to soothe her emotions and help her calm down.

After sobbing for a while, Ethan's eyebrows jumped sharply.

Dog!

Nadia was crying, and suddenly she bit her shoulder hard, and bit her tightly. Ethan could only frown and endure the sting.

After another ten seconds passed, the energy finally relaxed.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and with Ethan's help, Nadia staggered out of the bedroom.

When she saw Yates nailed to the floor and still writhing in pain, instead of being afraid, she rushed forward with a roar, her fists falling like raindrops, venting all the fear and grievance she felt along the way.

After a few minutes, Nadia fell weakly to the side.

She looked at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Next to her, Yates was beaten to death, and his chest was rising and falling slightly.

"Wow."

There was a splashing sound, and a strong smell of gasoline caught their attention.

The former is confused, the latter is horrified.

At some point, Ethan found a gasoline barrel and poured it into every corner of the house, but he happened to avoid the spot where Yates was pinned and went around the place in a big circle.

"Boom."

The empty barrel fell next to Yates, and his body trembled a few times.

"Do you really want me to burn you directly?"

Ethan squatted down next to him and slapped the guy twice in the face: "I know you must be thinking about it, but I can't give you that kind of happy ending. I want you to watch everything around you ignite fire. "

"Watch the flames spreading towards you inch by inch."

“The heat will make you thirsty, give you blisters, and make your skin explode.”

Staring into his fearful eyes, Ethan grinned and said:

"You will experience endless pain before being burned to death. That is the hell I created for you."

"Hope you enjoy it, Mr. Yates!"

"Hmm~~~"

Veins popped up on his neck, and Yates roared at the top of his lungs.

But the table knife was stuck in the middle of his mouth, and he couldn't say anything.

"Ms. Nadia."

Smiling at the assistant who sat up next to him, Ethan handed over the igniter: "If you are willing, I think you should have the right to press the switch."

A naked lynching, a blatant venting of anger.

Compared with the content of the police academy textbooks that I usually read, it is completely different.

She did not hesitate, gritted her teeth and took the igniter.

With Ethan's support, Nadia limped out of the house. She looked back and pushed the switch with trembling fingers.

A small flame appeared on the igniter.

The fire turned into the flame of revenge in her eyes.

Nadia's breathing became rapid, and she used all her strength to poke the igniter toward the ground. The moment it approached the floor, two fire dragons quickly rose and swam inside.

One on the left and one on the right, Yates was surrounded.

The fire intensified, wildly devouring everything it could touch, turning the inside into a purgatory.

Inside, there were constant roars like evil spirits.

Nadia turned a deaf ear. After throwing away the igniter, she threw herself into Ethan's arms with a relieved expression.

Her hands held him tightly, never wanting to let go. (End of chapter)