My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at the scene in front of them, several people looked at each other.

Blake stopped, and his mind suddenly thought of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina passed through in 2005.

After the hurricane and floods, New Orleans went straight into a state of disorder. Countless thugs burned, killed, looted, raped women in front of the National Guard and police, and even had gun battles with the police.

Although I was prepared in my heart that someone would take advantage of the fire, I didn't expect that the earthquake would bring out the dregs so quickly.

After the black guys came out of the luxury store, they saw Blake with a strong figure. After looking at each other, they came over with red eyes.

Blake took a few steps back in horror, and Ollie hid behind Ben Taylor.

Ben Taylor pretended to be calm and said in a trembling voice: "Listen, we don't want to cause any trouble. We haven't seen anything. Can you let us go?"

A bald man wearing a flower scarf tossed the pistol left and right, revealing his golden front teeth, "Of course, we just have a small request."

"If you have any requests, just ask me. I still have a few hundred dollars with me and I can give them all to you."

Ben Taylor tremblingly took out his wallet from his pocket, opened it to reveal the colorful banknotes inside, and then carefully threw it at the feet of the flower-turban man.

"We don't lack money. Just let this little girl play with us brothers for a while."

The man in the flower scarf touched his bald head, showed off the big gold chain hanging around his neck, and said with an evil smile.

The three people standing behind him nodded repeatedly, looking at Blake, their mouths almost watering. One of them was even more outrageous and had already picked up a bag.

Ethan smiled at this moment, his hair wet with sweat hanging low on his forehead, looking very sunny and handsome.

"What the hell are you laughing at?"

The crooked-looking Lao Hei looked at Ethan's handsome face with an unhappy look on his face, and the knife in his hand was ready to move.

Ethan was too lazy to talk nonsense and quickly pulled out the M1911 from his waist. Under the horrified eyes of several people on the opposite side, sparks sprayed out from the black muzzle.

"Bang bang bang" shooting at close range, Ethan's bullets were all missed.

He knew something like this would happen, so what he took out from the space today was the drug dealer's M1911, which he could use without any pressure.

Looking distressedly at the small gold watch and large chain that fell to the ground, he walked forward past several corpses.

Although there is no psychological pressure for him to eat black and white, but there are still a few people behind him. Sometimes he still needs to pay attention to image issues.

After walking a few steps, he didn't hear the people behind him following him. Ethan turned around and urged, "Hurry up, or there will be another accident later."

Hearing Ethan's urging, Blake and the others woke up and quickly followed.

"Ethan, are you SWAT?" Ollie asked curiously.

"No, I'm the town police officer."

Ethan took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a click of the lighter.

"I don't believe it." Ollie pursed his lips unhappily.

"You saved my life for the second time. I don't know what to say." Blake wrapped his coat tightly with lingering fear.

"Don't worry about this kind of thing. Just survive. We don't know what will happen later."

Gunshots rang out from time to time nearby. Ethan clenched his pistol and looked around cautiously. The queue for zero-yuan purchases slowly grew.

Under Ollie's guidance, everyone came to a shop where the rolling shutter door had been destroyed.

Ethan looked around and saw that there was no one inside the store, the glass counter was smashed, and valuables had been looted.

He widened the opening from the side of the rolling shutter door and motioned for several people to get in.

Entering the store, Blake immediately directed: "What we are looking for is an old-fashioned phone, the one connected to a line. All mobile phones should be unusable now."

Ollie put the San Francisco travel guide back into his backpack. "How do you know these things?"

“My dad taught me, and he’s with Los Angeles Fire Rescue.”

Blake said proudly, then stretched out his hand to scratch Ollie's nose, and several people started rummaging around the store.

"Found it, is this it?" Ollie rushed to the corner.

"Yes, you are so awesome." Blake picked up the phone and heard the blind tone. He happily grabbed Ollie and kissed him hard on the forehead. Ollie's face turned red instantly.

Seeing that he had found the communication tool, Ethan walked out of the shop with a cigarette in his mouth. The outside was getting more and more chaotic. As he looked around, he could see thick smoke billowing and police sirens blaring in the sky.

Touching his empty belly, he walked into the alley next to him and took out four barbecue lunch boxes from the space.

Walking back with his lunch box, Ben Taylor was sticking his head out of the gap in the rolling shutter door. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ethan appear.

"I thought you left us alone."

There is so much chaos outside now, and Ethan with a gun is the only force around them. Thinking of the scene just now, Ben Taylor's legs feel a little weak. He is alone with a child and a beautiful woman. It will be really difficult for him to encounter thugs again. Know what to do.

"I went to the side to find some food." Ethan raised the bag in his hand.

"Great." Ollie got out from Ben Taylor's waist, took the bag, and returned to the store.

After so much hard work, several of them were so hungry that their chests pressed against their backs. They sat around on the floor of the shop and opened all the lunch boxes.

Looking at the oily roasted goose leg, everyone moved their index fingers. Even Blake grabbed the goose leg and started to bite it regardless of the image.

After finishing the goose legs, everyone slowed down a little, picked up their spoons, and kept putting the rest of the food into their mouths.

Fortunately, the considerate owner of the barbecue shop saw that Ethan was a foreigner and prepared a bunch of spoons. Otherwise, Ben Taylor and the others would have to eat with their hands.

After eating, Blake handed Ethan a bottle of mineral water, which they had just found in the corner of the store.

"Have you contacted your family?" Ethan unscrewed the bottle cap.

"We have been contacted, and my family asked us to go to a nearby high ground, where there is a building called Coit Tower. My dad is the aerial rescuer of the Los Angeles Rescue Team, and he is now driving a rescue helicopter to San Francisco. "

"We'll meet up there, and we'll be fine soon." Blake happily pulled the phone cord and handed the phone to Ethan. "You also call your family, they will definitely be worried about you."

"No, thank you, I'm the only one." Ethan smiled lightly and pushed the phone away.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Blake held the microphone in his hand and said awkwardly.

"It's okay. By the way, let's look in the store to see if there is anything we can use." Ethan screwed on the bottle cap and stood up. "Oli, is there anything about Coit Tower in your travel guide?" Location."

After eating and drinking, Ollie regained his energy, jumped up and waved, "Yes, Sir, I just found the place."

"Okay, let's hurry up and our next target is Coit Tower."