My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the grass, the car lights went out.

Soon the car door was opened, Ethan closed the hood and closed the door.

Not far ahead is the destination of this trip, a spacious two-story factory building that looks shabby and shabby, as if it has been abandoned for a long time.

However, there were several cars parked around.

These vehicles should be parked nearby by people from the Brotherhood's film shooting workshop.

Tighten your clothes.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked quickly to the factory.

There are very few cameras in such a remote ghost place, let alone Banshee Town, even in Chicago. It is convenient for those people to do some illegal activities, and it is also convenient for you to use violence to fight violence.

The sporadic sound of footsteps caused some movement.

A car parked on the side of the road was pushed away. A white man in a down jacket blocked the way and raised his chin:

"Hey."

The tattoo on his forehead trembled, and an impatient voice sounded:

"What are you doing?"

The man who was approaching quickly with his head lowered raised his head. Under the black mask, there were a pair of cold eyes.

"Farke."

The down jacket trembled all over, and I quickly touched the back of my waist.

"Bang~"

As soon as he touched the handle of the gun, a fist wearing a leather glove roared towards him, throwing him backwards. First, his heavy body fell down, and a wisp of blood and a few teeth also splashed onto the snow. .

Just this one blow

Ethan let him sleep as sweetly as a baby.

This is just a sentry.

Not one of the three people who came to attack him, Ethan looked back.

His forward speed did not slow down at all, as if nothing happened, he passed the man who fell on the ground and continued to walk forward.

The sneakers are one size too big and don’t fit well.

However, in order to avoid possible trouble, he could only hide personal information in this way.

Although the Banshee Suppressor didn't have forensic experts of this level, he was still used to using various means to disguise himself when doing dark work. With a flash of his body, he rushed into the factory.

The corridor is dark.

Coupled with the howling wind brought by the broken windows, the faint of heart really dare not set foot in this ghostly place.

There are graffiti everywhere on the walls.

Broken furniture was scattered everywhere.

No one would have thought that a place like this would have a pornographic film shooting studio. I have to say, the guys from the Aryan Brotherhood are really creative.

Looking at a dozen blips on the radar, Ethan shook his head and walked up the steps.

Hold the silencer with your glove and slowly twist it to the muzzle of the gun.

When I arrived on the second floor, I finally saw a light. The light came out from the left side and was still swinging slightly.

In the passage, a large rubber curtain was pulled up.

The Aryan Brotherhood used rubber curtains to separate part of the second floor, and combined with other arrangements, artificially created a small photography base in this abandoned factory.

It won’t work without separation.

The environment outside is like an ice cave, and the actors may not be able to lift their heads even if they take a bottle of blue pills.

"who?"

Behind the plastic curtain, a figure stood up.

"it's me."

Ethan walked forward openly and raised his arms.

"who???"

This muffled sound made the people behind the rubber curtain even more confused, and they reached out to lift the curtain.

"Pfft~"

After the muffled sound, a small hole appeared in the rubber curtain.

There was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

A few strands of blood stained the plastic curtain red, and then slowly slid down.

I don't know if it's because of the silencer, but also because of the thick curtain, the many light spots inside don't move much.

Lift the curtain and walk in carefully.

The man in charge of guarding fell to the ground with a hole in his face, and his original appearance could no longer be seen.

Blood spread quickly on the ground.

blond.

Not the person you want to find.

After walking past the heater next to it and entering the separated area, the temperature quietly rose a lot. Heater racks were everywhere, and the environment was still mostly Syrian.

Inside, there are simple rooms.

Waves of heart-stirring murmurs came from these rooms.

There is a rush.

Like a violent storm, crackling.

There is depression.

Like a kitten whimpering.

"Ah~~~"

"don't want!"

Suddenly there was an extremely unpleasant sound, which made Ethan's skin crawl.

"Just act out that struggle." The man's voice sounded again, with a hint of displeasure: "Forget it, I can't understand even if you look like this."

"Anyway, just resist, it will be over."

"No, it doesn't matter. The actor can be a little rougher later. Anyway, the most authentic reaction will attract people."

"hey-hey."

Another man's voice sounded, and he said extremely excitedly: "Don't worry, director, I guarantee that you will be satisfied!!!"

This accent made Ethan’s ears twitch slightly.

The same person who shouted "run away" outside the campaign office a few nights ago.

"Click."

The camera sounds.

The light of the flashlight penetrated through the gap in the curtain on the door.

"Yes, these are real arts."

“Hollywood is bullshit!”

The director was still thinking casually, and his voice sounded quite satisfied: "This girl today is great. People nowadays like high school students. Next time you go look for her in this area. You can easily get it for a few hundred dollars."

“I’ll buy a van and modify it some other time.”

"We are also going to do a road show and chat up girls on the roadside. No matter what industry we are in, we must keep pace with the times!"

Ethan smiled, and the gun in his hand instantly turned into a dagger.

He opened the curtain and walked in slowly.

There was a mattress in the empty room, and the surrounding heaters and two spotlights were pointed at the person lying on the bed, illuminating the already fair skin.

Light and shadow intersect.

The girl's pretty face is half dark and half light.

Her hands were tied with hemp rope.

There was still a large ball of towel stuffed in his mouth, and the floral pink thin skirt on his body was torn to only a few strips of cloth.

But she looked unconcerned and looked around boringly.

In addition to the director and the bald man, there were two other people watching in the room. The two people were standing at the door, their eyes as if they could breathe fire, and they looked like they were eager to pounce on them.

The crotch area was already an unbearable sight.

She has long been used to this.

His blue eyes suddenly froze as he saw a man wearing a mask tiptoeing in and standing quietly behind one of the people.

The dagger braved the cold light and slowly stretched towards the man's neck.

"Woooooo~~~"

The girl in the torn skirt rolled her eyes crazily, goosebumps quickly appeared on her body, and she whimpered excitedly.

The bound hands and feet also continued to struggle.

"That's right, that's right."

The director excitedly squeezed the cigarette in his hand: "I just want this feeling of fear."

In the girl's frightened look, he threw away the cigarette butt, picked up the handheld camera, and shouted excitedly: "Actor, don't be in a daze, hurry up!"

"Cellhouse: Days of Despair."

"Action!"

Sorry, four updates today!