My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Bang~"

A body lying on the bar was lifted by Ethan, and he walked in to get a bottle of vodka.

When I raised my hand, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

The body armor's defensive effect against the meteor hammer was not very good, and it was inevitable that it would be bruised for a period of time. He opened the bottle cap and took a gulp.

The strong alcohol burned his lower abdomen like a line of fire.

The feeling of burning fire immediately made him energetic. In the fierce battle just now, there were some things that he had not noticed.

Only now did I realize that I also had several stab wounds on my body.

Fortunately, the problem is not serious and does not affect the operation.

A line of water poured out from the mouth of the bottle, and fell on the Hanzo knife, washing away the remaining blood stains on it. Ethan tossed the bottle in the direction of Beatrice.

He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Click."

The Dupont lighter burst into flames and caught the blade of the knife.

The blue flame quickly spread from the guard ring to the tip of the knife, and it looked as if it was in an enchanted state, making it particularly gorgeous.

The burning Hanzo sword was raised.

He lit the cigarette butt, and puffs of smoke came out.

The flame disappeared quickly, and Ethan found his scabbard again, holding the knife and walking towards Beatrice. The latter drank two vodkas and became excited, and the two looked at each other.

Without any words, they walked up to the second floor with knives in hand.

There was no ambush in the box.

It looked quite big, and could barely hide dozens of people, but in that case, the dense blips on the radar would have given me an early warning.

Now, there is only one answer.

Looking at the sliding door inside, Ethan waved his knife.

The two of them separated and stretched out their hands at the same time. The sliding door was heavier than expected. As it was opened, snowflakes danced in the box and a cold wind blew.

Quiet.

quietly.

Behind this sliding door is a completely different world.

A small cherry blossom-style courtyard suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, with a layer of white snow on the ground and a stone path extending into the wooden house inside.

The group of people just now should be lurking here.

The courtyard is dotted with rockeries and green plants.

There is also a shallow pond.

It was surrounded by an antique low wall. If he hadn't seen the tall buildings in the distance, Ethan would have thought it was in the countryside, and the person who designed this thing was indeed a talented person.

It completely gives people the feeling of being hidden in the city.

The constantly dancing snowflakes also washed away the evil spirit from his body.

There is also a small pavilion in the corner of the yard.

The charcoal fire was glowing red, and the teapot was boiling until white smoke came out. Ishii Goren, wearing a kimono, was sitting in the pavilion, carefully sipping the tea in the cup.

The whole person seemed quite calm and relaxed.

Seeing two people covered in blood appearing at the entrance of the courtyard, she smiled slightly and put down the teacup:

"Faster than I expected."

"It seems that your swordsmanship has not been lost at all, and I admire you for that."

"This friend of yours seems to be very powerful."

Standing up slowly, she grabbed the samurai sword placed aside, held the handle and pulled it out hard: "Please believe that what happened back then was not my intention. You know Bill, no one dares to disobey his orders. .”

"certainly."

Ishii Goren walked slowly out of the pavilion with a sharp samurai sword, stepping on the snow with her clogs: "Everyone has been killed, so there is no need to explain anything. That is not my way of doing things."

"If you want my life, come and take it with your own hands!"

Listening to the fluent English spoken by the other party, Ethan strode out of the courtyard.

He did not look at Ishii Goren, but approached the wooden house cautiously. When he stood at a small tree next to the pond, he curled his lips and sheathed the Hattori Hanzo sword in his hand.

This woman is really interesting.

I quite like playing one-on-one.

He stuck the Hanzo sword in the snow, and the old god was smoking a cigarette on the ground.

The other hand shook the clothes slightly.

The blood on it dripped down.

"Bill."

Beatrice showed her sword and strode forward to greet him: "Where is he?"

"Hattori Hanzo sword!" Ishii Yuren saw the mark of the sword in her hand, and her eyes narrowed slightly: "No wonder you guys move so fast. Fortunately, my sword is not bad either."

The former didn't respond at all, just looked at her steadily.

"OK."

Ishii Yuren waved his sword with a smile on his face: "Things have to come to an end. Dying with doubts is too painful!"

"Mexico, Acuna."

She reversed her katana and cut the hem of her kimono with a tear: "A few years ago, we took over a task from the old man in the branch. You should have an impression. You can get the answer there!"

"That's all I can tell you."

"Next."

She took off her clogs and slowly put her feet in white socks into the snow: "Let me send you to eternal sleep!"

Bend your knees deeply.

The sharp samurai sword was raised sideways.

The whole person's appearance is impeccable, like a dignified lady.

"Pfft~~~"

A burst of violent gunfire broke the silence of the courtyard.

Ethan held a TEC-9 submachine gun in one hand, stood sideways, and fired wildly at the cherry blossom-style wooden house not far away. The warheads continuously spurted out from the flames erupting from the gun's muzzle, smashing the sliding door like a gust of wind.

In just one second, the gunfire stopped suddenly.

All the twenty rounds of bullets in the magazine were tilted cleanly, and Ishii Yuren still maintained the posture of a noble lady.

But the katana in his hand became shaky.

His face was extremely ugly.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard one after another, and the smell of blood suddenly emerged from the house.

The four light spots on the radar disappeared one after another, and Ethan lowered the muzzle of the gun with satisfaction, and happily pulled out the magazine: "I am a bit suspicious, but I didn't expect that there was actually an ambush."

"Ishii Gonren, is this the spirit of Bushido you uphold?"

"Let me tell you."

"Bah~"

Ethan slapped the spare magazine and spat disdainfully into the pond next to him that was smoking white.

Unexpectedly, his back hand was completely wiped out in one breath. When he swung the knife, it was the moment when the gunman rushed out, but now it was inexplicably gone! ! !

"Ah~"

Ishii Yuren tightened his grip and rushed forward with a roar.

She lifted up the snow on the ground high, and the white snow mist filled the air and rolled towards Beatrice.

Wearing a white kimono, she was looming inside.

The blade is also hidden in the snow and mist.

This method of hiding one's figure is a bit like a ninja. The deadly blade will stab out from any angle at any time, stabbing the Black Mamba in the yellow racing suit to the core.

"boom!"

Clear gunshots rang out in the courtyard.

Ishii Goren rolled and fell into the snow, and a cherry blossom bloomed quickly on it.

"Farke!"

She no longer looked that graceful, her hair became messy, her hands were covering her thighs, and blood was gushing out from them.