My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After a long time.

The car door opened and Calvin walked up the steps with heavy steps.

He already had a plan in mind, but he still needed to do some calculations. It didn't matter if the factory was destroyed, he already knew who did it.

The only way now is to find the person responsible.

Regardless of whether Curt was killed by him just now, he still had to find the people around him. Those guys who attacked the factory just now were most likely the masterminds behind the attack on the Aryan Brotherhood.

As long as those people are found, there is still room for redemption.

It won't be a complete failure.

He walked into the house with a heavy breath.

In the living room, cartoons were playing on the TV. Maggie and the child were sitting on the sofa, watching the sharp-billed squirrel chasing the pine nuts crazily, and burst out laughing.

"Hey~"

Noticing the footsteps behind her, Maggie turned back to look at Calvin: "I thought it would take a few days for you to come back."

"Um."

Calvin groaned and opened the refrigerator.

This lost look made Maggie frown, but she was used to the other person often looking like this.

She grabbed a handful of popcorn and put it in her mouth, and continued watching cartoons with her child.

Taking out the ice bucket, Calvin came to the basement with a gloomy face. He had just experienced a life-and-death crisis. He urgently needed someone to relax and unwind, so he pulled out a bottle of tequila from the wine rack in the corner.

Pour more than half of it into the cup and pour it into your mouth.

As a line of fire shot straight into his abdomen, his restless mood finally calmed down a bit. He grabbed an ice pick and poked aimlessly in the small bucket.

"Swish, swish, swish~"

Thick ice cubes are defenseless against sharp steel cones.

As he poked it again and again, the ice quickly shattered.

With trembling fingers, he grabbed a handful of crushed ice and threw it into the cup, then poured the tequila into it. Calvin held onto the small bar with both hands and looked steadily at the rising and falling ice cubes in the cup, his face expressionless.

I do not know how it is.

When he thought that Curt Bunker had most likely been killed by his own gun, he felt an inexplicable sense of joy in his heart.

Let him describe it.

It was like a big stone that had been weighing on my chest for twenty years, and was finally smashed by my own hands.

Growing up, everything was Curt.

His peers admired Curt, and his seniors praised him without hesitation. The pretty girls in the fraternity always favored that guy. He was a dispensable little transparent person, living in his shadow.

When he was mentioned, it was always Bunker's younger brother.

Until the other person leaves.

The shadow slowly dissipated.

He also relied on various ruthless methods to establish himself, and married Curt Bunker's favorite woman home.

all of these.

All to prove that he is stronger than Curt.

But as that guy came back, the shadow began to hang over his head again, and the voices mentioning Kurt became more and more frequent. No matter what, the two shots just now finally shattered the nightmare in his heart.

Thinking of this, a strange smile appeared on Calvin's face.

"touch~"

Heavy footsteps sounded.

The tall figure walked down the wooden stairs step by step, and his cold eyes fell on Calvin.

"hehe."

Watts looked at Calvin, who was standing behind the small bar, and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly: "So after the factory was attacked, all you could do, Calvin, was hide in the basement and drink like a mouse?"

His tone was calm, but he suppressed extreme anger.

His eyes seemed to spit out fire.

In order to gain more benefits for himself, he invested almost all of the brotherhood's working capital into purchasing land, and now he is waiting for the factory's goods to return.

Unexpectedly, a call came and the factory was attacked.

Another phone call and it got burned again!

This was all informed by others, while the good son-in-law was hiding in the basement of his house drinking.

Staring at Calvin, wanting to kill him.

"to be honest."

The corners of his mouth turned up, and Watts said with a hint of a smile: "I can't figure out why I would marry my daughter to a loser like you at that time."

Calvin, whose face turned red, wanted to explain something just now.

I want to tell you what I discovered.

But after hearing the other party's words, the blush on his face quickly dissipated, and under the light, his face became pale.

The mouths were pressed together tightly.

The steps moved, and Watts walked to the wine rack, shaking his head.

He calmly pulled out a bottle of red wine from the top and weighed the bottle. It felt very comfortable:

"Compared to Bunker."

Those two words made the veins on Calvin's forehead pop up instantly.

He glanced at the steel jab placed in the ice bucket with an expressionless expression, grabbed it like lightning, and then a ray of cold light flashed through the air.

"Uh-huh!"

"Bang~"

The raised red wine bottle dropped and shattered on the ground.

The wine flew up and stained his trousers red.

Watts tilted his head to the side involuntarily, and the instinctive reaction of his muscles caused him to clamp the ice pick tightly, but because his neck was penetrated, his body could no longer support him in any counterattack.

He stared at the wine cabinet with wide eyes.

The rows of wine bottles placed on it reflected the illusory face of his son-in-law.

"I never want to hear that again!"

Calvin held the ice pick tightly and whispered into Watts's ear: "You know you have a bad mouth, and I will tell you a little secret. The one who attacked the factory tonight."

"That's the Curt Bunker you think is awesome!"

"There is another good news." Grinning, Calvin slowly shook his head: "From now on, there will be only one Bunker in the world, and that is Calvin Bunker."

"Shua~"

He pulled his arm back hard, and the ice pick more than ten centimeters long was pulled out from Watts' neck.

The droplets of water he brought up splashed on his face.

There was a rumble.

The leader of the Aryan Brotherhood in Banshee Town fell down easily. Watts used all his strength to cover his neck with his palms and struggled to climb towards the stairs.

The gushing blood continued to flow out from the fingers.

Seeing the opponent's desperate struggle, Calvin sneered and threw the steel cone back into the ice bucket.

He watched with interest as Watts moved forward, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The spicy taste of agave made him feel extremely fragrant.

As the glass of wine was finished, the person who fell on the ground became completely silent.

Put down the empty glass.

Calvin hummed a tune and walked to the side, took out a plastic sheet from the cabinet, spread it neatly on the ground, and then dragged Watts onto the plastic sheet.

Then he took off all his clothes and found a machete in the bar.

"old man."

Weighing the knife in his hand, Calvin said with a ferocious expression, "You should have died a long time ago. Sooner or later, the Brotherhood will be mine too!!!"

"Pfft~"

The silver moon sets and the sound of chopping sounds.

The sound quietly went up the stairs and reached Maggie's ears on the sofa in the living room. The hair on her whole body suddenly stood up, and her neck stiffened and she turned to the door leading to the basement.

"Mommy."

The little boy couldn't bear to look away from the TV: "What is that sound?"

"Shh!"

Maggie's eyes turned red instantly, and she covered her son's ears tightly with her hands: "Let's watch TV."

The sound of chopping came from time to time.

The woman's shoulders also twitched with this rhythm, and tears continued to overflow from her eyes. (End of chapter)