My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After one shot, Yuris trembled like an electric shock.

A pair of bull's eyes stared wide.

The falling eggs scatter.

Blood stained crotch.

He stared at Ethan, but couldn't make any sound. His mouth opened like a fish out of water, and he made an inexplicable gurgling sound.

This guy is different from ordinary people.

that's all.

He actually didn't faint from the pain yet.

However, the ability to move is basically completely lost, so there is nothing to worry about.

"Snapped."

The gun in his hand was kicked away by Ethan.

Just about to go inside.

But his figure suddenly stopped, and a small red square box rolled out from Yuris' coat.

The style is very familiar.

He quickly knelt down and picked up the square box.

Patek Philippe's LOGO was just above, and it looked very delicate. There was a golden button in the middle of the dark red box. He pressed it gently on it, and the square box clicked open.

Crocodile leather wristband, shiny black.

In the circle outside the dial, diamonds shine brightly.

The second hand on the silver sunburst dial jumped lightly between the moon phase displays. Ethan's eyebrows trembled slightly when he noticed the shopping receipt marked with more than 200,000 US dollars tucked next to him.

Maybe he noticed something.

Juris's face became more ferocious, and he tried his best to grab the watch box with his bloody fingers.

Want to steal my stuff?

I can’t leave you alone!

Ethan stood up abruptly, holding the Beretta M9 in his hand, gritting his teeth and pulling the trigger at the gray-toned owner, the leader of the traffickers who had done these dirty things.

Those who have no bottom line, then go to hell.

The remaining bullets in the magazine were fired one shot at a time.

Gunfire kept coming.

He beat him from the feet to the head, leaving a hole in his forehead, and completely chopped off the snake's head.

Originally, I wanted him to spend the rest of his life with a disability.

Suffered humiliation in prison.

But actually snatching your own things, this is absolutely intolerable.

After being left with more than a dozen bullet holes in his body, Yuris twitched a few times, tilted his head, and finally ended this dirty life.

"Pooh."

After spitting at him, Ethan threw the pistol aside.

The watch box retracted its space, and he took out a pistol he had just picked up from his waist, and cautiously approached the bathroom door: "Sarah, I am Sheriff Ethan Morgan, can you hear me?"

"Put down your weapons and come out."

"You're safe."

The surroundings were quiet, and roars could be heard vaguely in the distance, and bursts of gunshots could be heard from time to time.

That was the people from the intelligence team rushing in.

Perhaps hearing his own words, the voice over there didn't seem so impatient.

However, there was still no movement in the bathroom.

In this case, the other party will definitely not come out like this. If it is acting outside, there is no doubt that her end will be worse than death.

"Sarah."

Ethan quickly realized this, thought about it, and said quickly: "In that dungeon, with the help of your father, we have rescued three girls."

"Bloulake, the hill."

"Do you remember these?"

"You told one of the girls, your father will take you home, go to that cabin for vacation, barbecue, and do whatever you like!"

After speaking loudly, the light spots inside finally began to move.

When he came to the door, he stopped again.

"let me."

An extremely frightened voice trembled: "Let me see your police badge!"

Crispy.

As soon as I heard it, I knew she was a little girl.

Ethan smiled hoarsely. Both father and daughter had the same personality. He took off the silver police badge, carefully handed it to the tattered wooden door, and waved it towards the inside.

"Squeak!"

After a few more seconds, the bathroom door was finally opened.

The muzzle came out first.

The handle of the gun was held by a pair of scarred hands, and the gun was still shaking slightly.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed the gun.

If someone with an extremely unstable mood holds this kind of thing, it's like a time bomb. No one knows when it will explode.

But this move also shocked Sara.

Screams followed.

"Hey!!!"

Ethan stepped forward, grabbed Sara who was trying to get in, and took her frantically struggling body into his arms: "Look over there, that's Yuris, he's dead."

"Look, he was killed by me!"

"Don't be afraid, no one can hurt you, you are a strong person."

"Get over it."

I don't know how the thin body can explode with such great power, but with Ethan's efforts to persuade, the strength of the girl's struggle in his arms gradually subsided, and the eyes between the blond hair burst out with endless anger.

"Give me the gun."

Her body was shaking, and she kept pulling towards Ethan's hand holding the gun: "Give me the gun quickly, I'm going to kill him, kill him!!!"

The girl was dressed coolly, just a floral skirt.

Only a few visible parts of the exposed arms and legs were intact, with large bruises crisscrossing them.

I don’t know what kind of abuse I have received before.

"OK!"

Ethan had no reason to refuse this request. He covered the bug and handed the gun back, but still controlled her wrist: "You deserve this, but promise me, this is a secret between the two of us."

"asshole."

Looking at the man lying on the ground, Sarah's tears kept falling: "I'm going to kill you. Even if you die, I'm going to kill you!"

"boom!"

She pulled the trigger hard.

Bullets mixed with tears and anger kept flying out, hitting Yuris one after another.

Until the bullets were fired, the trigger was still being pulled mechanically.

"That's it."

Ethan slowly pressed down the gun in her hand and said in a deep voice: "Let me take you out of this hellish place."

"Where to go?"

Sara raised her head and looked at the guy who pulled herself out of the abyss of hell in a moment of despair.

Her pretty face was already filled with pear blossoms and rain.

But there was still a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.

An eighteen-year-old girl can persist until now, and she is indeed a stubborn little pony.

"Under the sun."

Ethan smiled, held her in his arms and strode out.

Gray tones, a place of sin.

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, and it felt warm on some people's bodies. It was the breath of life.

And some people.

But it felt like falling into an ice cave.

A long line of disheveled people walked out of the club with their shoulders draped in front and back under the surveillance of armed police officers. These were the customers of the gray-toned club, and their behavior would be punished according to the maximum standard.

On the other side are the remaining members of the Uris criminal gang.

Under the control of the tactical team members, the tattooed guys lay in a row on the ground, without any energy left.

Ethan sat in the back of the ambulance and took a helpless sip of Coke.

beside.

A small hand grabbed him tightly, preventing him from moving.

He had no choice but to accompany Sara to check her body here, but when he saw the corpses being carried out, he showed his white teeth with satisfaction.