My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hearing the strange yet familiar voice, Ethan kept leaning forward.

He held the club in his hand without moving at all.

The smoke from the cigarette smoked into his eyes, and his eyelashes twitched rapidly.

There was also silence inside Davis Bar.

"Jason, where's the money?"

The man spoke again, and his voice became louder.

Jason's swallowing of saliva could be heard from a distance, and he said in a dry voice:

"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about?"

At this time, Ethan put down his cue and stood up. He looked across the bar towards the door.

There were two people standing at the door of the bar. The man in front was wearing a black fur coat, and he was holding an Uzi submachine gun hanging on his waist with one hand.

This short, powerful, and excellent-performance submachine gun brought huge pressure to everyone at the scene.

Behind the leather-clad man stood a man with slightly bald hair.

The man was wearing a high-end dark custom-made suit. The suit was ironed without any wrinkles and looked unusually neat.

Noticing the movement inside, the man turned his head to look at Ethan. His eyes were filled with joy after being confused for a while.

"What a surprise, I actually met you too, Ethan."

"I think so too." The corners of Ethan's mouth slowly raised, revealing his white teeth.

"Quentin, motherfucker."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ethan pulled out the Glock 17 like lightning.

The man in leather clothes noticed something was wrong through the exchange between the two, and he quickly raised his Uzi submachine gun.

But.

Ethan is faster.

"Bang bang bang..."

Glock instantly spit out tongues of fire and bullets shot out crazily.

Without warning, only Hood and Jabber reacted, and they squatted down instantly.

The leather-clad man's head exploded with blood, but his brain's instructions still allowed his fingers to complete the action.

The Uzi submachine gun made a clicking sound, and the gunfire swept across the bar diagonally, making tables, chairs, windows, and lamps explode all the way.

The beer bottle Jason was holding also exploded with a bang, and he suddenly felt a touch of warmth in his crotch.

The bullets sprayed from the Uzi submachine gun did not stop until they shattered the row of tall glasses hanging upside down above Candy's head.

Candy stared blankly at the row of rotten cups less than ten centimeters above his head, not daring to move.

When Quentin saw the leather-clad man shot, he immediately turned around and ran away.

Ethan waited until the sound of the Uzi submachine gun stopped, then rushed out crazily with the Glock in hand.

The car engine sounded, and as soon as Ethan came to the door, several gunshots rang out.

Ethan hurriedly hid to the side, and several small holes appeared in the wooden door.

After taking a deep breath, he kicked open the wooden door.

Outside the Davis Bar, a red Jaguar's tires were rubbing furiously, a puff of smoke erupted, and it sped forward.

Ethan bolted out of the door, jumped off the porch, and shot the red Jaguar's tires.

The tires suddenly exploded, and the Jaguar's body swayed to one side.

Quentin had great driving skills. When the front of the car collided with the trees on the roadside, he was forced to push it back. The Jaguar roared and drove forward quickly.

"boarding."

Jabber's voice sounded urgently, and Ethan turned around.

He rushed out of the bar following Ethan's footsteps, and was already sitting in the convertible, firmly holding the steering wheel.

At this time, Jabber still didn't know what happened, but it was Ethan who fired first.

Then he doesn't think about anything and just does it.

Ethan ran back quickly and jumped into the passenger seat. Only then did Jabber start the vehicle.

He stepped on the accelerator and the convertible flew forward.

At this time, Hood rushed out of the door holding Candy's double-barreled shotgun.

"Take care of the scene." Ethan turned around and shouted.

Hood had no choice but to stop and put down the shotgun angrily.

When Jabber stepped on the accelerator and chased the cheetah in front, Ethan quickly changed the magazine.

Fortunately, this is the road leading to the outskirts of the town, and there is no one at this time.

The Cheetah slowed down due to a punctured tire, and was quickly overtaken by Jabber.

Ethan changed the magazine and fired several shots at the vehicle in front.

Seeing that it could not escape, the red cheetah swung its car and dived into the woods on the roadside.

"Sit tight."

Jabo shouted, turned around without hesitation, and followed.

The moment the vehicle rushed off the curb, it flew several meters and then hit the ground heavily.

The wheels rolled, picking up fallen leaves.

After driving forward for a few dozen meters, the trees became denser and there was no way forward.

The cheetah stopped suddenly, and Quentin opened the car door and rushed forward quickly.

Before Jabber could stop the car, Ethan got out of the car, spread his legs and gave chase quickly.

The two of them disappeared behind the dense trees one after the other. Jabo took out the key and took out his pistol and followed.

At this time, the sky had not turned completely dark, and it was dim inside the woods.

Quentin ran quickly in his leather shoes and had no time to wipe the sweat off his face.

He never expected that a person who was at his mercy and managed to escape by luck would be so powerful now.

His companion was instantly shot in the head, and he was so frightened that he ran away quickly.

However, the tire was still blown out and he couldn't escape. He could only run into the woods in search of a chance of survival.

Ethan kept Quentin hanging from a distance, wary of his sudden attack.

With his current physical strength and wearing boots, he could tire Quentin to death as long as he didn't waste time.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the silent woods, and one or two gunshots echoed from time to time.

Quentin's steps became slower and slower, and he turned back in despair.

In a hurry, Quentin tripped over a protruding tree root and flew forward, falling to the ground. The gun in his hand fell to the side.

He quickly spit out the leaves in his mouth and crawled towards the pistol that fell on the ground using his hands and feet.

"boom"

After a gunshot, Quentin bounced like an electric shock, and a hole was made in his palm.

He screamed and rolled over.

The next moment, a black shadow rushed toward him with a strong wind.

Ethan jumped directly on him, fists falling like raindrops.

After Quentin braced himself to receive a few heavy punches on his face, he fainted simply.

After Ethan punched him again, he panted and got off him, picking up the pistol that had been thrown aside.

Looking at his torn hands, he cursed secretly, then took off Quentin's shoelaces and tied his hands and feet tightly.

At this time, Ethan picked up Quentin and walked back with heavy steps.

Not long after walking, I met Jia Bo who was out of breath.

"Man, you need to work out."

"Fakeyu."

Hearing Ethan's joking voice, Jabo put down his gun, held his knees and cursed angrily, and then asked:

"Who is this mother Fake that makes you chase him with all your life?"

"Quentin, have you forgotten?"

Ethan said excitedly: "That bastard who chased me down a few streets in Philadelphia, Brantley's guy."

Jia Bo slapped his forehead suddenly, and then he remembered and asked in confusion:

"It turned out to be this mother-in-law, but how did Jason Hood get involved with him?"

Thanks to Xianyu Datou, Fan and Tong for the reward, thank you