My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Bullets shuttled back and forth in mid-air, whizzing.

Just one hit was open.

As for the other one, every shot fired fell on the gunman who was on guard. The down of his coat exploded and bloody fluff flew out.

The high-speed rotating bullet tore his muscles and shook them.

An oval-shaped cavity is formed.

When it hit the bone, it was broken without mercy. The power of modern firearms was fully exerted. He was shot twice in the chest and a big gap was bitten in the neck.

The gushing water column flew several meters away.

The seats, walls, and the old coin-operated jukebox were all soaked.

The melodious country music is still playing.

When he rushed out, the thick log stool also hit another person hard, catching the guy off guard and he stumbled forward.

A great opportunity for the woman in the leather jacket to seize.

"Bang~~~"

A burst of deadly gunfire spurted out, and several bullets hit the gunman one after another.

Before the submachine gun in the guy's hand could fire, he collapsed to the ground in frustration. A pool of blood quickly spread on the ground. Red foam continued to overflow from the corner of his mouth, and his body twitched.

The copperhead opened his eyes angrily and frantically pulled the trigger at the location where the sound came from.

The woman in the leather jacket also rushed out like flying.

"I'll fucking kill you."

With a roar, the two started a close-quarters gunfight, their bodies flashing like ghosts, bullets passing by their bodies, crackling and hitting various locations in the tavern.

The wine rack on the bar was filled with bottles.

Liquid pours down.

The smell of whiskey, brandy, tequila and other spirits mixed together, making Candy sneeze hard.

The whole person wanted to cry but had no tears.

There were quite a few fine wines on them that he had collected for many years, and he didn't know how many of them had been destroyed.

The battle between the two women continues.

It's just that the battle has changed again. In the flash of lightning, the other party tried to remove the firearms from their hands. The two of them swung their fists almost at the same time, giving each other a big swing.

"Snapped!"

"Teng~~~"

Two slapping sounds were heard one after another, and the two women stepped back a few steps with their feet up.

"Uh-huh."

The curly-haired black girl Copperhead shook her head, quickly pulled out the dagger from her armpit, and held it in an upright posture: "I have a hunch, it's too late to apologize now, right?"

The corners of her mouth were swollen, and a stream of blood flowed down.

Panting heavily.

"Your hunch was right!"

The tall blond girl Black Mamba spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly lifted the dagger from her waist: "I will not let any of you go. You owe me this opportunity for revenge."

"Yes, I owe you!"

Copperhead pursed his lips, gritted his teeth and said, "But can you let my family go? My husband and daughter don't know my true identity!"

"They never hurt you!!!"

"uh-huh?"

Black Mamba held the handle of the knife backwards, and the tip of the knife slowly moved forward: "What about the child in my belly?"

"Where's my husband?"

The blonde girl's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and her cold voice sounded: "As well as the group of people who participated in my wedding rehearsal, have they ever harmed you in the slightest?"

"Just because I left the organization, do you want to treat me like this?"

"I'm still wearing a wedding dress."

Her voice became high-pitched, and she screamed angrily, "You made me stain with blood?"

"Bichi?"

A few rhetorical questions left Copperhead speechless.

The things you have done to help others can indeed only be washed away with blood.

"Bah."

Inside the bar, Ethan opened the bottle cap, shook his head and said, "You guys are really ruthless, you can do such fucking things. If you ask me, you should just commit suicide!"

"Save some oxygen for the planet."

While the two men were talking, he had gone behind the bar and grabbed a beer.

A grunt.

Take a nice sip.

At the same time, Candy also struggled to stand up with a double-barreled shotgun.

Looking at his bar, he was so distressed that it was hard to breathe. He immediately gritted his teeth, picked up the double-barreled shotgun, and pointed it steadily at the curly-haired black girl who was chatting and laughing with her just now, intending to blow her head off.

The copperhead first glared over fiercely.

But when he saw the double-barreled shotgun pointed at him, his breathing was stagnant, and his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Hey."

Ethan took another sip of beer and stretched out his hand to press down the slender shotgun next to him: "There is no need to shoot. I think this lady deserves a chance to kill her enemy with her own hands."

The copperhead's face was covered with sweat.

She rolled her eyes and looked intently at the Black Mamba in front of her.

I didn't expect that the target this time would be so difficult. Ethan Morgan would be so difficult to deal with. Even if he killed his former companion, he would still be dead.

But this time, we must try our best.

Only by killing Black Mamba will his family not be found by her.

"etc."

At the critical moment, Ethan spoke again to stop the two of them: "Answer some of my questions, and I will give you a guarantee. Even if you are killed, I will stop her from seeking revenge on your family."

"explain."

It was a great deal, and the Copperheads quickly took a step back.

Afraid of a sudden attack by the Black Mamba.

The blonde also glanced at Ethan coldly, but she was not in a hurry to take action.

"Who else knows my whereabouts except you."

Ethan lit up the cigarette, licked his lips and asked: "I mean, have you shared your information with others, or who has it been shared with."

"No."

Copperhead replied simply: "The Viper Organization does not need to explain to anyone what it does. It only needs to complete the goal. If one group dies, another group will come. For now, only I know your information."

Hearing this, Ethan's eyes twitched.

These people are bastards, and they won't let go.

"Last question." Ethan slowly exhaled the smoke and asked again: "Where is your boss, Bill?"

When the name was mentioned, Black Mamba's pupils shrank suddenly.

Breathing also becomes rapid.

"Bill!"

When the name popped out of her mouth, Copperhead's voice was trembling a little. She looked at the woman opposite him playfully: "I don't know the answer to this question. Maybe Black Mamba knows more than me."

"All right!"

Ethan shrugged and weighed the gun in his hand: "You can start your game now!"

"Uh-huh."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light swept away the air.

The copperhead jumped forward in a life-for-life gesture, and stabbed the Black Mamba's chest straight with the tip of the knife.

The latter roared.

Holding the hilt of the knife, he lunged forward, and a ray of moonlight lit up.

Blades crisscrossed.

There was a crisp clang and sparks flew everywhere.

"Boom."

The copperhead fell to his knees heavily on the floor, a red line quietly appearing on his neck.

"Hiss~"

The wind blew and blood spread.

"I'm not a bitch like you." Black Mamba knelt down on one knee, sweat dripping from the tips of his wet hair: "Looking at the past relationship, I will not find your family, but bring your own Leave in peace." (End of Chapter)