My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Bang."

The narrow, tall and thin colored windows were shattered, and the sound of the howling wind could be heard again.

The candles in front of the altar were blown out instantly, and the cross began to tremble.

The roof crackled even more.

Not knowing what was going on outside, everyone could only lie down under the benches and pray that the storm outside would pass quickly.

This church is a masonry structure.

Alison knew that the power of the small tornadoes outside might cause damage to the church, but it was unlikely to destroy it.

She lay on the ground and looked left and right.

Jacob kept breathing, his eyes were a little dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking. On the left, Fuller held his head in his hands and remained motionless, and he didn't know where Trey was hiding.

He raised his head and looked diagonally forward.

Her pupils constricted and she pursed her lips tightly.

That guy named Ethan is really energetic, and I don’t know where he got such good spirits.

The little girl's T-shirt was wet.

Inside, the shapes are constantly changing.

She looked at it for a while, then hurriedly looked away and buried her head in her arms.

I don’t know how long it took.

Maybe half a minute, maybe thirty seconds.

The shocking noise finally stopped, and my ears finally became quiet again.

"Trey."

Fuller's voice rang out in the church. He grabbed the back of the chair and climbed up: "Where are you?"

"here."

With the handheld camera raised, Trey emerged cautiously.

Not only them, but other people also sat up one after another. You looked at me and I looked at you, looking happy to have survived the disaster.

Ethan became addicted to his hand, and his whole body recovered.

The tension dissipated.

He picked up the backpack he had just put aside and unzipped it.

Under the surprised gazes of several people, Shi Shiran took out a small half bottle of whiskey and swallowed it in big gulps, making Alison lick her lips and her throat rolled along with it.

It is an excellent enjoyment to have a sip of wine at this time.

Nadia's face turned slightly red, and she straightened her clothes without leaving a trace.

"Here."

Ethan shook the bottle, and there were still a few mouthfuls left in it, and handed it to Nadia to warm her body.

Taking the whiskey, the assistant took a big sip.

Noticing everyone's attention, she left some and passed it to Alison, and not much was left. The latter drank it all in one gulp, shaking the bottle with some lingering interest.

"You guys stay here."

Fuller calmed down and greeted Trey: "We're not far from the paper mill. Thank you for your help."

"Mr. Morgan."

He looked at Ethan again, nodded slowly and said, "You have done enough for us."

"It's not safe, and you have your friends with you."

"Hey."

Alison quickly stopped her: "You have also experienced what happened just now. It is very unsafe outside now, and our luck cannot always be so good."

There is truth to these words.

Trey's face turned pale, and there was still a look of fear in his eyes.

After all, he is just a young boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. After everything happened today, it is already good for him to be able to stabilize his mood.

"if."

Fuller clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "Is your family trapped?"

"Can you sit here and watch them die?"

"Bang."

Alison waved heavily, and the wine bottle smashed on the ground. She turned her head and looked in the other direction and gritted her teeth and said, "Pete, these people need a car. It's too dangerous to walk there."

In just a moment, Pete had turned on the camera.

He and another cameraman were sitting on a bench, watching the scene they had just taken.

"I've done what I have to do."

Pete clicked the button and said without looking back: "What we promised just now has been accomplished, and they can only rely on themselves for the rest."

His face was a little gloomy and his cheeks were swollen.

He failed to take a picture of the rare fire tornado just now and received another punch, so he had no time to think about other people's affairs.

"This is a matter of life and death for others!"

Alison spread her hands and said excitedly: "Are those things what you care about?"

"That's right."

Turning around suddenly, Peter gritted his teeth and roared: "The only thing I care about in this life is tornadoes. It doesn't matter even if I sacrifice my own life. Since you like saving people so much, then go with them!"

"Without you, I can still find the eye of the storm."

His face was as determined as a fanatic, and he didn't care about life or death.

"very good."

Ethan nodded and strode over: "Mr. Peter, please hand over Titus' car keys, and you can chase the eye of the storm as you please."

Saving people cannot be done halfway.

But he never wanted to drive around in that van, it was too dangerous.

Titus is a great choice.

It was much safer to be in that car than in church.

"impossible."

Peter looked at the pistol on the opponent's waist, quickly took a step back, and said excitedly: "Asshole, there is no way you can scare me."

Too lazy to talk nonsense with him, Ethan quickly pulled out the Glock.

"Bang bang bang~"

Loud gunfire echoed in the church.

Peter stood stiffly on the spot, with several small holes exploding in the bench next to him, and sawdust flying everywhere.

No one expected that Ethan would shoot without any warning.

Everyone here was shocked.

"Mr. Morgan, you don't need to do this."

Fuller quickly stopped him. He didn't want another person to lose his life because he was saving someone. He couldn't do such a thing.

"Not just for you."

Ethan curled his lips, as if he had become the villain in the movie: "It's also for my own sake. Titus is the safest right now. I don't want to be blown away while driving on the road again."

"Mr. Pitt."

He grinned and moved his gun to point at the camera: "I've got the car, you can choose to follow us."

"Or."

Putting his finger on the trigger, he said casually: "I will blow up all your cameras and destroy all your hard work."

"Lastly, it's your knees."

"I'm a very talkative person. Choose one of the two. I'll give you three seconds to think about it."

He looked at the other party's firm eyes.

Looking at his companions who didn't offer help, Peter knew that his attitude just now had made the people in the team think carefully. If he persisted, even if the other party didn't shoot, the team would be finished.

Not only Alison, but Blackie and Jacob will definitely leave him.

Help the other party rescue the people first, and then find a way to convince them to chase the eye of the storm. This is the only option now.

Thinking of this, Peter handed over Titus' key with trembling hands:

"I will go with you to save people."

"Smart choice."

Ethan took the key away, shrugged and said with a smile: "You are not that stupid. Don't worry, when the storm passes, this car will be back in your hands."

Peter gritted his teeth and leaned back on the bench in frustration.