My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Dalia waved the machete that Ethan handed her back and forth, and said in a calm tone:

"He's a police officer, and a police officer with an incredible record."

Under the surprised looks of several of them, Ethan grabbed the bullets in the cabinet and put them in his pocket.

He raised his head and shrugged at Scott.

"Do you still have any questions?"

"No problem, it's up to you."

Scott shook his head quickly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he usually dislikes people wearing blue uniforms, at times like this, he just hopes that there will be as many people wearing blue uniforms around him as possible.

After learning that the gentle Ethan in front of them was a policeman, Jesse and Carly were surprised and felt much more at ease.

Ethan was not too optimistic. There were fourteen of these people just now, including the gas station owner.

Now he has taken care of three, but there are still eleven people left.

While they were eating, the boss also said that there were people watching outside, and he didn't know if there would be more.

When thinking of this, Ethan said in a deep voice:

"You should have heard what they just said. There are woods for dozens of miles around here."

"There are two ways. First, go out in the woods, but if you get lost, you will be in a very dangerous situation."

"The second method is to grab the car and rush out along the road. You may be able to escape quickly, but it will also be very dangerous."

Finding a shotgun in the house meant that someone else would also have a gun, and in this case, it would be difficult for him to keep everyone safe.

After speaking, Ethan put the shotgun under his arm and said first:

"I want to give it a try and steal the car."

Scott swallowed and was about to object.

The other three girls all nodded, and he quickly nodded in agreement for fear of being left behind.

This is why Ethan was the first to express his opinion. People at this time will have a herd mentality.

Dalia will definitely obey his arrangements unconditionally. As long as one person follows up, the other people will be more inclined to the other person's ideas.

Ethan now has a gun in his hand, and he wants to give it a try.

These people have been hanging out in the mountains all year round. Even if they are not professional hunters, they can easily be hunted while running around in the forest.

When Francine fell in front of him, Ethan noticed the arrow protruding from her eye socket.

Seeing that the opinions were unified, Ethan hesitated, took the machete from Dalia's hand, and handed her the double-barreled shotgun.

"I'll go to another house to find the car keys."

Ethan checked his watch, "It won't be ten minutes at the latest. You guys wait for me in this room. It's safe here for the time being."

"It's okay, I'm here."

Dahlia tightly held the shotgun in her hand and nodded firmly.

Amid the worried looks of several other people, Ethan quietly opened the door and looked outside.

He turned around and made a no-questions-asked gesture, and disappeared at the door in a flash.

Jesse quickly stepped forward and closed the door. Several people in the room waited with apprehension.

Ethan walked out of the cabin, the afternoon sun was shining brightly.

He bent down and walked around the side of the house, moving quickly among the debris placed around the house.

After advancing for a while, we came to the side of a house.

Hearing the noise coming from inside, Ethan leaned up and looked inside through the gray glass.

The room was also messy. There was a large bed against the wall, and several shotguns were placed beside the bed.

He looked at the people on the big bed and tightened his grip on the machete in his hand.

On the bed, there were men, women, old and young, all entangled together, grinding against the steel bars.

Most of the people inside had distorted faces and strange looks. Recalling their conversations at the dinner table, they gave people a feeling of low intelligence.

He couldn't help but think of what Brock told him as an anecdote when he was on patrol.

In remote and inaccessible places, there live some secluded ethnic groups.

They hardly interact with the outside world and only live in their own little world.

Some of these groups have reproduced for a long time and become deformed children, mostly resulting from inbreeding.

These people have hideous faces and twisted minds.

In this environment, they generally make a living by hunting, but it’s hard to say what they hunt. Some even feed on humans.

When Ethan expressed doubts, Brock shrugged his shoulders and said something very reasonable.

"It's a fucked up world, how do you know something fucked up isn't going to happen."

Brock finally used a few simple words to describe these people, mountain cannibals.

But now, what he encountered was obviously the mountain cannibals that Brock told about as anecdotes.

Ethan saw a strong man holding an old woman in his arms while grinding a steel bar, but couldn't stand to watch.

He leaned down and continued to look for a suitable target.

Not long after, Ethan stopped next to a quiet house, and he also looked inside.

The thin man lay on the bed and fell asleep, scratching his chest with his hands from time to time.

Ethan quickly walked around to the door, put his palm against it and pressed it.

None of these people had the habit of locking their doors. He carefully pushed open the wooden door and got in.

Ethan first rummaged through the clothes on the ground and found nothing, so he pressed the machete directly on the man's neck.

The cold blade touched the flesh, and the sleeping man opened his eyes.

Ethan resisted the discomfort, stepped on the bed, and pressed the dirt-covered clothes he had held in his hands over his mouth.

"Can you understand me?"

He held the machete with a little strength, and the blade cut through the flesh and blood flowed down.

The man felt the pain and quickly blinked his eyelids.

Also, if they really gave birth to an idiot like that who couldn't understand words, these people would probably kill her without hesitation.

Ethan looked into his eyes and asked in a low voice:

"Where are the car keys?"

The man's eyes were confused for a moment, and then he blinked.

Ethan slowly took the clothes away, holding the machete in his hand and secretly applying force. If he made any mistake, he would wipe it out with one stroke.

The man looked at the knife in Ethan's hand and said vaguely:

"Under the pillow."

Ethan stared at him, then put his hand under his pillow.

After groping for a few times, his fingers touched a cold metal object. He looked happy and took out the pillow with his hand.

A bunch of car keys suddenly appeared in his hand. Looking at the logo, it was a Ford.

The man saw the corners of Ethan's raised lips and stammered quickly:

"Please, I don't want to die."

Ethan nodded in agreement, "You're right, no one wants to die."

He tightened his grip on the knife and wiped it down with his backhand.

The blood vessels were cut off and blood mist sprayed out far away.

He quickly took a few steps back and concluded that this guy must have high blood pressure.

At this time, there was a noise inside.

Ethan turned his head suddenly, a wooden door opened, and a naked and ugly woman came out.

She opened her mouth so wide that no normal person could open and close it.

"Whoosh"

Before she could make any sound, Ethan waved his arms with all his strength.

The machete flew out with a cold light, went directly into the mouth, and nailed the woman to the wooden door.

The wooden plate in her hand fell and a pile of dried meat strips fell out.

Ethan walked over with a cold face, stepped on her chest, reached out to hold the trembling handle of the knife, and pulled the machete out of her mouth.

"boom."

A dull gunshot sounded.