My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan was not timid at the gathering of a thousand people.

"It turns out."

He shook his head and made a shooting gesture: "This method works very well."

"Until they were sent to Six Feet Under, the two students' kidnappers were very cooperative and did not complain at all. Of course, they did not have that chance."

"Hahaha~"

Suddenly the whole room burst into laughter, and everyone was overjoyed.

The priest in the crowd laughed and made the sign of the cross helplessly, asking God to forgive his sins.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan also quickly followed suit and made the sign of the cross: "Pastor, please understand that I have added so much workload to you. You need to clean so many people's ears on Sunday."

"Especially children, they can't learn what I just said."

"Haha~"

There was another round of laughter.

Pastor Ramsay was very satisfied with the mention of himself on this occasion, and quickly expressed to him that God would forgive such words and deeds.

"Why do I say this?"

Ethan's face straightened up and he said forcefully: "It turns out that some barbarians cannot communicate with them using words. This was true a few years ago, and it was also true last night."

"This shot."

He slapped his left arm and shouted sternly: "It's not me."

"It's trying to destroy our desire for peace."

"Intolerable!"

"There is no need to tolerate it!!!"

With his right hand clenched into a fist, Ethan raised it high: "We are going to use batons and handcuffs to tell those people to stay away from Banshee Town. We don't need Dupin, and we don't need them to poison our children."

"tell me."

He amplified his voice, and the words rolled through the microphone into a wave in the stadium: "What do we need?"

"Let Banshee be calm again."

Several farm men raised their arms and shouted.

"What do we need?" Ethan raised his arms again.

"Let Banshee Town be peaceful again!!!"

Everyone shouted the campaign slogan in unison, and the sound gathered into a torrent that spewed out of the stadium and echoed far away nearby.

Listening to this movement, Gordon slowly raised the car window.

Frustrated, he stepped on the accelerator and the car drove towards the town hall building.

Vehicles roared past the intersection.

A pickup truck parked nearby was splashed with a lot of snow flakes, but the few people inside didn't care. They just looked at the stadium not far away expressionlessly. The bursts of cheers sounded very strange to them. Harsh.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a tall white man in his fifties.

She has short blond hair and a hooked nose.

His ice-blue eyes were fixed on the big billboard, as if he wanted to keep the man with a resolute face firmly in his mind.

"Watts."

The white man in the passenger seat held a hood and a submachine gun in his hands, his expression a little excited: "We need to give those guys a surprise!!!"

This guy looks ordinary.

His seemingly well-behaved face now looked extremely ferocious.

"idiot."

The hooked nose slowly shook his head and said with a gloomy expression: "This is not the right time. It will attract the attention of the federal department. This is just another Kendall, a waste who only shouts slogans."

"But this loser killed one of us last night."

The white man with the sweet face roared angrily: "We need to issue a warning."

The faces of both of them looked dry and quiet.

The hidden swastika tattoo can only be seen through the rolled up sleeves, unlike the two people sitting in the back row who had it tattooed directly on their faces.

"Calvin."

Hook-nosed Watts looked aside coldly, grabbed the steering wheel and asked, "Are you questioning my decision?"

"No, sir."

The man in the passenger seat had a stiff face, gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

There was still a look of madness in his eyes, and he felt dissatisfied with being suppressed.

"It's just a political slogan."

Watts expressionlessly put the car into gear and slowly turned the steering wheel: "After these politicians take office, they will soon forget what they said. All they think and do is make money."

"besides."

He glanced at Calvin coldly and said with extreme dissatisfaction:

"Last night's action was extremely stupid. I don't know if your head is full of shit. You will never learn to think like Bunker. How can you attack a campaign office?"

"Those three people gave them low-key jobs."

"Hide."

"Our people need to be quiet during this period. First, avoid the limelight of Ethan Morgan. I will talk to him afterwards. As long as we have money, we can always reach cooperation."

"second."

"Right now I'm negotiating a deal with players in South America, and I can't make any mistakes."

"bump."

With another slap on the steering wheel, Watts shouted: "The most important thing now is not to provoke politicians and make more enemies, but to seize the time to find the people who attacked the club that night."

"And Zate."

"No matter where he goes, I'll give you three more days to bring him to me."

“No one can take my stuff and run away.”

Farke!

Calvin raised his head ferociously and pounced on Watts, his fists falling like raindrops like crazy: "I am also Bunker, why do you only call that guy Bunker, but you call me Calvin."

"Calvin is no worse than Curt. He is just a few years older than me. What's the big deal?"

"What's in your head is shit."

Punch after punch, hitting the opponent's face.

The bridge of the nose was broken and blood and flesh were splattered.

Not enough to relieve his anger, Calvin picked up the submachine gun and put it against the opponent's chest and pressed the trigger hard. All the bullets were sent into Watts's shaking body.

The splash of blood made him feel extremely happy.

He took out another chainsaw.

There was a loud bang, and the rapidly rotating sawtooth pressed hard on the leader of the Aryan Brotherhood. The inside of the car instantly turned into a slaughterhouse, and the blood stained everything it touched red.

If it wasn't enough, Calvin had an extra RPG in his hand.

Aim the bullet at Watts' head.

Pull the trigger hard.

boom.

The tail flame erupted, and the fire was radiating.

Everything was torn apart by the fire, and the roars and roars mixed into a miraculous and beautiful movement.

"Calvin!!!"

A sharp shout sounded.

The extremely chaotic fantasy was quickly withdrawn. Seeing the ice blue eyes staring at him, Calvin felt scared and quickly lowered his head: "I know what to do. Don't worry, I have found Zate's whereabouts."

"Then bring him back to me as soon as possible."

Watts stepped on the accelerator hard, and a cold voice sounded: "I want to see who dares to steal our Aryan Brotherhood's money."

"Understood, sir."

Calvin responded in a muffled voice.

The handle of the submachine gun was now soaked with sweat from his hands.

The vehicle broke through the snowflakes and quickly left the street.

Only the extremely noisy gymnasium behind was left, making waves of sound. Banshee Town was also about to usher in new changes amidst the cheers.