My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan waved her back and unbuckled his seatbelt.

The car door has become a little deformed and is stuck.

Ethan broke the door handle, then kicked it away, and the car door was kicked open by him.

Dahlia's side was close to the white station wagon. After she unbuckled her seat belt, she got out of the car with Ethan's help.

After the two of them stood firm, Ethan asked the black-haired girl in a blue vest standing next to him:

"I'm fine, what happened here?"

"I'm very sorry." The girl with a delicate face said with a look of remorse:

"I heard the sound of vehicles driving and ran up to warn you. Unexpectedly, it was already too late."

"Hey, what's going on up there?" At this time, a cry came from under the woods along the road.

Suddenly, four more people ran up from below, shouting.

"Waterfa."

Seeing the vehicle being hit, a tall man wearing a white T-shirt and glasses came over menacingly.

"Evan, don't do this."

Seeing him like this, the black-haired girl quickly stepped forward to dissuade him.

Evan stretched out his hand to push the black-haired girl away, and then grabbed Ethan.

"Asshole, why are you driving so fast?"

Ethan is not used to this problem. This Evan looks strong and strong, but compared with Cheton, he is not good enough at all.

Ethan grabbed his arm and pushed his arm behind his back with a clean movement, then pushed hard towards the SUV next to him.

Evan groaned and pressed heavily against the car.

Ethan held his head and said sternly: "Don't call me a bastard, you little bastard, why did you park the car on the road?"

Evan felt the severe pain in his arm and quickly begged for mercy:

"We have a flat tire, Shet, let go, my arm is going to break."

Ethan used his strength again and said, "Don't worry, it won't be broken that easily."

"But if you bastard dares to call me a bastard again, I will break your bastard's arm. Do you understand?"

Evan nodded quickly, and at this time his companion also ran over.

The girl in the blue vest quickly explained: "I'm very sorry. He was just angry for a moment, and he didn't mean any harm. Can you let him go?"

"You asshole needs to thank your friends and stop being so rude to girls in the future."

Ethan released his hand and slapped Evan on the head.

Evan got rid of the control, took a few steps back, and looked at Ethan with an annoyed look on his face.

Dahlia knew that Ethan would not suffer any loss, so she ignored the conflict between the two and calmly went to check the condition of the car.

After the conflict ended, she came back helplessly and said to Ethan:

"We had a flat tire and a blown engine."

Ethan had no time to care about those people at this time and hurriedly walked to the place where the car collided. White smoke was coming from the engine and unknown liquid dripped to the ground.

He squatted down, and the tire in front of the car was punctured by several entangled wires and rolled into the wheel.

Ethan gritted his teeth, took out a cigarette and lit it before standing up.

Today is really not a good time to go out. In this ghostly forest, there is no village in front of you and no store in back. How can you fix it?

He rubbed his temples and walked back. When he turned around, the people stood together.

Ethan took a puff of cigarette and looked at the people in front of him.

There are three women and two men. Judging from their clothes, they should all be students at school.

The five of them all looked at him warily, after all, they were facing strangers in the wilderness.

Ethan smiled at them, then spread his hands and said:

"My name is Ethan, and this is my friend Daria."

"As you all know, the vehicle had a flat tire, so you can't blame us for this."

He saw the face of a girl with short red hair opposite became excited, and continued:

"But don't worry, I will compensate for all the losses. After all, it was us who caused the collision, okay?"

Hearing what he said, the girl with short red hair breathed a sigh of relief. She said with a hint of crying:

"You have to guarantee that this is my mother's car. If it's crashed this time, she can't get around mine."

Ethan quickly raised his hand, "No problem, I promise."

After hearing Ethan's words, several people on the opposite side also relaxed.

After all, the other party had a female companion with him, and he didn’t look like a bad guy. Their car also hit them after a tire burst.

"Hello, I'm Carly."

At this time, the girl with her black hair tied up and wearing a blue vest walked forward. She blinked her watery eyes and said helplessly:

"I don't know who did this and threw the wire onto the road."

"you are wrong."

A girl with long brown hair wearing jeans and a white tank top took a few steps forward.

She threw the bundle of wires in her hand to the ground, looked at Ethan and Dahlia, and said to Ethan in a crisp voice:

"This was not thrown from the car. Someone did it deliberately. The other end of the wire was tied to the tree trunk under the roadside. We just found it when we went down to check."

"By the way, my name is Jesse."

"It must have been done by local people. Maybe there is a car repair shop in front of it." A curly-haired man standing at the back said angrily.

The matter has come to this, and it is useless to say more.

Ethan and Dalia talked for a few words, and then Ethan said to them:

"We decided to move forward and look for rescue. What are your plans?"

After some discussion, the brown-haired girl Jesse and the black-haired girl Carly who initially called them to stop the car agreed to go with them to seek rescue.

After hesitating for a while, the curly-haired boy Scott also decided to set off together.

Evan, who was wearing glasses, refused to leave because of a small conflict with Ethan.

He decided to stay there with his girlfriend Francine, the girl with short red hair and the owner of the white station wagon, waiting for passing cars.

Ethan didn't say anything about this. It was a good thing to divide the troops into two groups at this time. Maybe rescue could come sooner.

It was because he had no hope for passing vehicles. There were obviously fewer vehicles passing by on this road, and there were fallen leaves everywhere on the road.

Ethan and Dalia returned to the car and took their belongings with them.

He poured out the contents of his backpack and packed some food and mineral water. After thinking about it, he grabbed another bottle of whiskey.

He threw away the paper bag outside the bottle. Drinking outdoors was not allowed here, so everyone used this method to hide their ears.

Put a paper bag on it, and even if the police find it, they will usually pretend not to see it.

But at this time, Ethan was too lazy to pay attention to this rule. In this situation, he wished that someone would check him out.

He put on his backpack, unscrewed the top of the bottle and took a sip, and was noticed by others.

Francine, a woman with short red hair, her eyes lit up and she walked over with her waist twisted.

The short-sleeved POLO shirt on her upper body was cut just enough to cover her breasts, and the hip-covering red hot pants underneath fully exposed her fair thighs.

She leaned on the Chevrolet, crossed her long legs, picked up her short-sleeved POLO shirt and shook it.

"Can you share it with me?"

"How old are you?" Ethan glanced at her, and Francine was stunned.

"You're kidding, I don't care."

Ethan opened the car door. Whiskey, brandy, and wine were scattered under the seat.

He closed the car door again and emphasized to Francine, whose eyes were shining:

"I didn't give you permission to do anything, you know what I mean?"

Francine nodded repeatedly, and she happily rushed forward to hug Ethan, rubbing him from side to side gratefully.

Ethan felt the elasticity in her arms and raised her eyebrows at her boyfriend Evan.