My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Deathly silence.

The little girl's clear laughter was very hollow, making the feeling of silence even worse.

The lives of several people depended on Bill's thoughts.

Ethan didn't like this feeling. He quietly raised the pistol, moved his steps slightly, and focused all his attention on the guy's eyebrows.

One shot.

Just one shot.

He began to recite three numbers silently in his mind and bent his knees at the same time. As soon as the countdown ended, he would help Bill make a choice and take him away with one bullet.

"Da~"

There was a crisp sound.

Bill quickly unlocked the detonator and threw it aside.

When the thing fell to the ground, Ethan's heart trembled a few times. He was most afraid of lunatics planting explosives everywhere. There was no way to guard against this thing. As long as it came in, he would die.

Fortunately, there are not many people in the world who like to play with explosives and die together.

But he was extremely unlucky to meet one here.

When he saw that the small green light on the detonator dimmed instead of turning red, a layer of white sweat suddenly appeared on Ethan's back, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hitting the center of the eyebrow is not difficult for me.

But pinching the detonator before the opponent releases his hand is a bit of a gamble.

fine.

Things didn't turn out for the worst.

"Hmph~"

Bill threw away the detonator and smiled to himself: "Who would have thought that one day I would take the initiative to throw away my cards. It doesn't matter who is right or wrong anymore."

"good boy."

He looked at Beatrice with a complicated expression: "Take her away from this kind of life in the future!"

"Um."

A complex smile broke out on the latter's face and he nodded heavily.

Stepping forward, a cold light flashed.

The samurai sword made by Hattori Hanzo was stabbed deeply into Bill's stomach. Beatrice looked at her former lover and continued to stab it in with her hand, and the blade emerged from his back with a swipe.

No nonsense.

Things are just coming to an end. Everyone needs relief and closure for the church murder case a few years ago.

Beatrice held the handle of the knife hard, tears falling continuously.

"Don't cry!"

Bill used all his strength to raise his hand and wipe the tears from her face.

"Rebecca Bowman."

Ethan put down the rocket launcher and asked hurriedly: "Tell me, who asked you to assassinate her?"

Then I remembered that I forgot to ask about that matter.

"We never ask why." Bill rolled his eyes and looked over blankly: "We don't want to know who the other party is."

Unexpectedly, this guy came here for that.

It is extremely ironic that he has been chasing and killing others all his life, but in the end he was chased and killed by others.

A wry smile appeared on Bill's lips.

"Boom."

His body suddenly collapsed and he fell to his knees.

Beatrice also knelt down and continued to stare at this man blankly.

Bill's body twitched, and he kept saying something as thin as a thread. After a while, the hand holding the other person's shoulder gradually loosened, and he lay on the ground limply, no longer breathing.

Shrugging, Ethan shook his head and tapped the handle of the gun.

From Bill's perspective, whether it was out of personal feelings or organizational discipline, it was understandable that he did what he did before.

Although the methods are a bit extreme.

I didn't expect that it would end this way.

Even though he didn't get the information about the senator, he was able to temporarily eliminate the risk of being assassinated at any time, which was something to be happy about.

The love-hate entanglement between these two people has nothing to do with him.

Just achieve the goal.

Putting the Glock away, he shook out his cigarette and walked to the wine cabinet next to him, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, pulled off the cap, and took a big gulp. The burning sensation immediately lifted his spirits.

Waves of smoke rose.

Ethan drank the spoils and enjoyed a rare moment of leisure.

Not far away, Beatrice was still looking at Bill, and she didn't know what she was thinking. It took a while before she struggled to stand up.

Hobbling towards the couch.

She came behind the little girl, stretched out her palm tremblingly, and then retracted it like an electric shock.

As if it were hot coals.

Looking at her messy and bloody appearance, the female killer didn't know how to face her daughter.

"Dad."

A clear voice sounded. The little girl sniffed her nose and turned her head in confusion:

"What's this weird smell?"

"Uh-huh!"

Beatrice broke out in a cold sweat and grabbed her daughter's neck. She didn't let go of her hand until a few seconds later, and the little girl collapsed on the sofa and stopped moving.

"Waterfa?"

Looking at this scene in stunned silence, Ethan almost choked on the whiskey in his mouth.

"so."

He felt a toothache, frowned and asked: "When you accidentally find out that your daughter is still alive, the first thing you do is kill her???"

What kind of maternal love is this?

"What are you thinking?" Beatrice nervously checked the little girl's condition again, then turned around and said with a wry smile: "I can't let her see herself like this, just fainting!"

Hearing this, Ethan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

With a flick of his hand, the wine bottle spun forward and flew forward: "I don't know if I want to congratulate you, but for you, this is something worth being happy about."

"What are your plans next?"

"have no idea."

Beatrice took a sip from the bottle and limped over: "Maybe we can find a quiet place with beautiful scenery and grow up with little Beatrice!"

Her face was filled with sadness and joy, and her whole person was extremely messy.

After successfully stabbing Bill to death, his daughter was also found, and now his whole head was buzzing.

"Hmm~"

Ethan shrugged and took the wine bottle from the other party.

The female killer calmed down, reached out and opened the second drawer under the wine cabinet, fumbled to open the secret compartment and entered the password.

A squeaking sound.

The entire wine cabinet was opened diagonally, revealing a dark room.

Silently taking a sip of wine, he curiously followed the other person and walked in.

It's said to be a darkroom, but it's actually a vault, which is normal. How could a person like Bill, who runs a killer organization, not have some wealth? Naturally, he needs a place to store his belongings.

Sending out killers one by one can make astonishing profits every year.

The other person’s net worth.

Definitely much richer than myself.

Ethan chewed his cigarette and looked around excitedly.

But when he saw the situation inside, he couldn't help but curl his lips. The vault was not big, and it was quite empty. It was not as full of banknotes as he had imagined.

There are no diamonds, jewelry, luxury accessories, etc.

There was only an aluminum alloy file box placed on the stainless steel table, and I didn't know what was there.

I thought there was gold in it.

But as Beatrice lifted the box lightly, even that last possibility was completely eliminated. Ethan bit the filter and exhaled a large stream of gray-white smoke in a bored manner.

Poor guy! ! !