My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After hearing the other party's words, Tangtang's face turned as black as a piece of coal.

But his moving body stopped: "What do you want?"

"It's very simple."

The black jacket hit the bar counter with his pistol: "Since you were beaten in the bar, it proves that this bar is not safe. I have thought about it for several days and feel that you need protection here."

"One thousand dollars a month is a very reasonable price."

"besides."

He sneered and shrugged: "Because of you, I was chased by police officers for several days."

"As a compensation for emotional distress, four thousand dollars is not bad."

"Total, five thousand in total."

Black Jacket glanced at the candy up and down, his eyes bursting with greed and resentment: "Based on the watch you are wearing, I believe it is completely fine for you. I suggest you cooperate a little."

"It's not worth going to the hospital again."

Not to mention anything else, just for robbing the deposit car, each person shared almost two hundred thousand dollars.

Now that so much time has passed, Candy has successively purchased some small items for himself, not to mention smoking a cigar or something like that. He also bought himself a watch worth more than two thousand dollars.

In a small town, it is considered a relatively expensive item.

It was this thing that the two of them coveted.

"Hey."

The man behind walked up to Ethan and said dissatisfiedly: "This guy thinks he is some kind of tough guy, but he is still drinking here so calmly."

"Let me see, what is this?"

After saying that, he reached for the bottle of whiskey with one hand.

As he spoke, Ethan lowered his hand and quietly reached into his coat. At this moment, his arm was raised like lightning, and a silver revolver appeared in front of everyone.

Trigger, pull hard.

"Bang~"

Fiery bullets roared out.

It flew forward at high speed, stabbed hard into Black Zach's head, and then rushed out from behind with a trail of blood.

Although I thought Ethan would do it.

But Candy didn't expect it to be so straightforward.

Seeing this, he quickly stretched out his hand and wanted to touch under the counter.

"boom."

The revolver was released, and Ethan easily smashed half of the empty glass.

He also jumped back violently, holding down the arm of the person behind him so that the other person's hand holding the handle of the gun could not move away at all.

"What do you want to do?"

The guy stepped back and shouted in desperation: "Do you know who we are?"

The wrists were held firmly.

The gun on his waistband could not be moved even after several struggles.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan's hand holding the cup stretched out like lightning, and the broken glass instantly pierced the other person's throat, making a crisp sound.

Fingers loosened.

He slapped his palm hard against the bottom of the cup.

"Bah!"

The thick glass penetrated a few more centimeters.

Grabbing the guy's arm, Ethan looked coldly and slapped the glass hard until the other guy's neck was twisted into a strange angle, then he stopped what he was doing.

"Dong~"

The heavy body fell to the wooden floor with a muffled sound.

The guy's body was still twitching, and he looked at the harmless-looking young man standing next to him with endless horror.

Twitching, quickly stopping.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

"Rubbish."

After spitting at the corpse, Ethan moved his shoulders comfortably: "If you want to drink my whiskey, you won't be able to do it in the next life!"

"damn it."

Smelling the faint smell of blood in the air, he looked at the dumbfounded Candy energetically: "This is the Banshee Town I'm familiar with, not you guys who were bullied and didn't fight back."

"Mamma Mia~"

Candy licked her thick lips and looked at Ethan in shock: "What on earth did you go through in Chicago?"

Before the gun was even in hand, the two men were easily killed.

The most important thing is that one is extremely straightforward, and the other is extremely cruel. After getting things done, there is not even a drop of blood on his body. Even if Hood is here, there is no way he can do it so cleanly.

"Shet."

The old bartender shook his head and walked out of the bar quickly: "You two bastards are the same. You killed people just after you came to town. Is it fun to bury corpses?"

"This kind of weather is very tiring, okay?"

Although he kept mumbling, the first thing he did not think about was fear.

Instead, deal with the scene.

There is some tacit understanding between the two.

After going through so much together, Guangdong was not worried about these things. He even felt relieved in his heart. He walked up to the black jacket who was shot in the head and kicked him.

"Asshole, you are the only one who dares to hit Candy Daddy."

After finding the car keys two or three times, he walked out quickly: "I'll drive the car to the back, and you can drag the people you kill."

Ethan shrugged, grabbed the two people and dragged them behind.

no way.

As a good young man who loves environmental sanitation, he sometimes has to work part-time as a cleaner.

After throwing the body into the compartment of a broken pickup truck and covering it with a tarpaulin, the two looked at each other and quickly returned to the bar.

Mop the floor when it's time to mop it.

Those who should clean up the traces cannot be idle.

"do you know?"

Candy fiddled with the mop dipped in bleach a few times, then punched the wooden stick and laughed loudly: "Even though you, you bastard, gave me more trouble on the first day you came back."

"But I have to say, it made my old heart beat again."

"That's a good thing."

Ethan also smiled and pried off the warhead embedded in the wooden board with a table knife: "Don't worry, this kind of thing will definitely happen in the future."

A simple sentence froze the smile on the old bartender's face.

Fortunately, no damage was done to the bar.

Within a few minutes, the two cleared the scene and brought another bucket of gasoline. Ethan drove a Dodge Challenger to follow Candy, while the other party drove the old pickup truck owned by the white supremacist.

He skillfully found an area where no one was allowed to leave, and set the people and cars on fire.

On the first day he came back, he killed people and mutilated their bodies.

It made him dumbfounded.

But how to put it, it can be regarded as regaining some familiar feelings.

The Dodge Challenger was speeding along the country road. After doing all this, the two quickly resumed their familiar appearance, holding cigarettes in their mouths and shaking their heads to the music in the car stereo.

"Do you see it?"

Candy pointed to the sign next to the highway: "Our Mayor of Hopewell has started to build momentum."

"Whatever comes to mind, just do it!"

A large campaign sign was erected above the road. Gordon flashed a standard smile and gave two thumbs up.

The last words Candy said just now were Gordon's campaign slogans.

It also has the phone number of his campaign office, and words such as welcome to provide campaign funds, please cast your sacred vote.

"What a stupid slogan."

Ethan laughed, and the cars roared across the intersection. (End of chapter)