My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The moment Proctor swung the baseball bat down, the aborigines in front immediately clamped their legs.

The man in the peaked hat howled miserably and rolled on the ground.

Proctor didn't stop at all. He held the baseball bat in both hands and beat the duck-tongued man crazily. It made a bang sound for a while, and he was like beating a piece of beef without mercy.

He couldn't stand the man on the side, so he suppressed the fear in his heart and hit him with the wooden stick in his hand.

At this time, Boden suddenly rushed behind Proctor, and the finger tiger in his hand met the whistling wooden stick, and directly knocked the man's wooden stick away.

Boden tilted his head, showed a faint smile, and then punched the man in the face.

The sharp finger hit the corner of his mouth, and instantly the skin and flesh flew away, and more than a dozen teeth flew into the sky with a stream of blood.

Seeing the man fainted on the ground, Boden suddenly felt bored and took off his finger tiger to look at the others.

"Don't get excited, wait a minute."

"Crazy, they're both crazy."

The remaining dozen or so aborigines were frightened by the sight in front of them. They hurriedly waved the sticks in their hands and took a few steps back.

Proctor held a baseball bat in one hand and looked around. No one dared to meet his eyes.

"If any of you still want to call me a damn German bumpkin to my face, this is what you're going to do."

He lowered his baseball bat, tapped his peaked cap arm, and grinned:

"Let me ask you a question, do you know what feels worse than being hit in the balls with a baseball bat?"

"Please, no, I know I was wrong."

The man in the peaked hat waved his hands in fear, his face was dripping with sweat, and he begged frantically for mercy.

Proctor shook his head. "I feel the need to tell you the answer."

"That's the second time I was beaten."

Proctor swung his arm and the baseball bat struck him hard between his legs again.

The man in the peaked hat howled miserably, his face instantly turned red, and then he passed out cleanly.

Seeing that no one around him dared to step forward, Proctor let out a breath of relief this time, threw the baseball bat to Boden, and walked briskly towards the Rolls-Royce.

Boden curled his lips and took the stick, swung it casually a few times, then threw the stick away out of boredom when he saw a group of people who didn't dare to move.

"Go home, it's no fun at all."

Banshee Town Police Department, the bell rang.

Siobhan answered the phone, nodded for a while, and then stood up.

"The Amish called the police and said the Chinos were coming to attack them."

After hearing what she said, several other people stood up from their chairs and grabbed their duty belts.

"Where's Sheriff Hood?" Brock looked around.

"He's in a hurry. Let's leave for a while. Let's go." Ethan said vaguely, patted Brock on the shoulder and walked out.

Several police cars sounded their sirens and drove quickly towards the Amish gathering place. Ethan drove the car with a serious look on his face. Unexpectedly, Brock guessed it. He just hoped that the aborigines would not make too much noise.

As we approached the Amish gathering place, suddenly a white figure rushed out from the road ahead and fell onto the road.

Ethan reacted quickly and hit the brakes instantly.

The tires rubbed heavily against the ground, leaving a tire mark of about ten meters long, which stopped next to the white figure.

The sound of brakes also came one after another, and the three police cars behind also stopped sharply.

A Viloria Crown following him even rushed off the road and looked at the tree trunk only two or three meters away from him. Brock broke out in a cold sweat.

Ethan also wiped away his sweat and quickly opened the door and got out of the car. When he was about to yell angrily, he found that it was Rebecca lying on the ground.

Rebecca looked at Ethan in horror. Her feet were bare, the Chanel suit she was wearing was full of sewage, her whole body was wet, and nosebleeds were flowing from the corners of her mouth.

He quickly helped Rebecca up and said, "What happened."

At this time, several other people came over angrily, and after seeing Rebecca's appearance, they all looked at her in confusion.

After Rebecca took a few sharp breaths, she hurriedly said:

"In the woods, a man in black attacked me."

Siobhan quickly came over to support Rebecca. Ethan and Emmett looked at each other, then dialed up the Glock 17 and went into the woods in the direction Rebecca rushed out.

The two of them walked quickly through the woods. The person who attacked Rebecca was probably the murderer of Lana. If they were caught at this time, everything would be solved.

The heavy footsteps of two people running sounded in the woods, and low shrubs slapped against them.

Following the trace left by Rebecca, we came to a puddle. The mud was filled with mud due to the violent struggle and had not yet subsided. The puddle was filthy.

Emmett patted Ethan and pointed to the ground.

In addition to his own direction, there were two traces of someone stepping on the other side of the puddle.

One of them must have been the trace left by Rebecca when she ran to the puddle when she was being chased, and the other was the trace left by the man when he fled.

Unfortunately, it rained heavily last night and the ground was covered with water-stained sludge.

Rebecca was soaked all over, and there were signs of a struggle between them in the puddle. If it hadn't been raining, the water stains alone would have been signs of escape.

In desperation, the two had no choice but to pursue each other in one direction.

A minute after Ethan followed the traces on the ground, a "bang" gunshot came faintly from the other direction.

"Shet."

Ethan yelled something, stopped quickly, and ran towards the direction where the gunfire came from.

After running quickly for a distance in the woods, he saw the person in front of him approaching with a pistol raised, and he suddenly hid behind a nearby tree trunk.

"Don't shoot, I'm Ethan."

"Come out." Emmett's dull voice sounded.

Ethan then walked out from the other direction of the tree trunk and quickly came to Emmett's side.

He covered his face with one hand, red blood flowing from his black face.

Ethan quickly asked: "What direction?"

Emmett quickly reached out and pointed forward. Ethan immediately ran over and observed a few drops of blood on the ground. He followed a distance forward and the traces on the ground completely disappeared.

Looking at the silent woods, there are bushes as tall as one person everywhere. Not to mention the silhouette of people, not even an animal can be seen now.

Emmett was already injured. If another accident happened, Ethan squeezed the handle of the gun hard and had no choice but to return.

After warning Emmett loudly, Ethan stepped out from behind the bushes.

He checked Emmett's wound and found that it was not serious. If the brow bone was injured, this area would bleed easily. It looked particularly serious, but in fact it was not a big problem.

"What just happened."

"A man in black jumped out from behind a bush and attacked me."

Emmett pointed to the thick dead branch on the ground next to him, "In panic, I shot him, probably in his leg, and he staggered away."

"It hit his leg and I saw some blood, but it disappeared quickly."

After briefly communicating the situation, the two exited the woods along the way they came.

Thank you to the Judge of Hell for the reward, thank you to yzh_ for the reward, thank you to Gu Chenxing for the reward, thank you brother for your support.