My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan jumped out of the car and walked in front of a few people.

"I want to go to Noble Mountain. The Golden Gate Bridge is blocked. I don't know where else to go."

Ethan pointed at the huge crowd, "With so many people squeezing out, how long will it take us to reach the outskirts of the city? And we don't know what the rescue force is like."

He paused and continued:

"What is certain now is that Black's father is coming to rescue us. I am willing to bet on the chance to board a helicopter and leave."

Blake's face showed joy, he nodded repeatedly, and moved to stand behind Ethan.

Ben Taylor wanted to say something else, but Ethan waved his hand to interrupt him. "I understand what you mean. It is indeed dangerous to go inside now, but it is the same if you follow the crowd outside. It is not ruled out that there will be aftershocks. I was lucky just now. If anything happens, There was a stampede…”

Ethan said no more and looked at the short Ollie next to him.

Ole grabbed his brother's clothes tightly and looked at him pitifully. Ben Taylor had no choice but to agree to Black's plan.

After leaving the crowd, the surroundings became extremely quiet, and the boots crunched on the gravel.

On the way, I also met many buddies who were keen on shopping. The guy in Ethan's hand suppressed their urge to rob someone.

Blake slowed down and looked at a half-built building not far away with a complicated expression.

"Is there any problem?" Ethan lit the cigarette.

"This was designed by Daniel. He once boasted to me that after this building is completed, it will be the tallest building in San Francisco." Black shook his head and smiled.

As he was walking forward, there was a beeping sound in his trouser pocket.

Ethan quickly took out the radio, turned the knob, and turned up the volume.

"Emergency news is now issued that an earthquake with a magnitude of 9.6 will occur in the waters near San Francisco. At the request of the California Emergency Warning Department, San Francisco residents must evacuate the city immediately."

The pace of the group of people stopped for an instant, and except for the sound of the radio broadcast, the scene was as silent as death.

A gust of sea wind blew up and rolled up a newspaper.

"Run" Ethan gasped and threw away the cigarette.

Before they could find a good place to hide, the ground began to sway like waves, causing everyone to stagger around. The telephone poles on the roadside fell one after another, and the torn wires flew everywhere with sparks.

Blake only had time to hide behind a Cadillac SUV. Ollie, who was running in a panic, tripped over a stone on the road and fell to the ground.

Ben Taylor ran towards Ollie anxiously, but was knocked down by the ground. Then a short building next to him collapsed. The glass on the exterior wall burst and countless fragments fell on him.

He could only protect his vital points and watched helplessly as a telephone pole fell in the direction of Ollie.

"Ollie, run."

Ben Taylor's eyes widened and he roared in despair.

At the critical moment, Ethan barely controlled the balance of his body, quickly rushed over to grab Ollie, and quickly turned over to protect Ollie underneath.

The heavy telephone pole fell heavily beside me with a "bang", and the sparking wires danced like snakes in front of my eyes.

He quickly crawled to Blake with the frightened Ollie in his arms. The two looked at each other with panic in their eyes. Blake threw himself into Ethan's arms with tears in his eyes.

He hugged Ollie and Blake tightly, leaning against the SUV, with Ben Taylor lying not far away.

The ground was still shaking, Ollie howled, and Blake's huge mountain made him breathless. Ethan looked ahead blankly.

In the distance, the ground cracked, high-rise buildings collapsed, and clouds of smoke and dust were stirred up. It was like the end of the world. Didn't I just want to watch primary school students play a game? If this is the case, Ethan wants to cry without tears.

After spending the longest tens of seconds in his life, he finally felt the ground stop shaking, and then he struggled to help Ollie and Blake up.

They hurried to Ben Taylor and turned him over.

Ben Taylor let out a cry of pain and grabbed his thigh with both hands, which was deeply stabbed with a shard of glass.

Ethan and Blake carefully helped him to the side and sat him against the wall.

"I'm fine, at least we're alive, right?" Ben Taylor happily wiped away the tears on Ollie's face, hugged him into his arms, and then grabbed Ethan's hand with a grateful look on his face.

"We have to pull out the glass. Walking around with it will make the wound deeper."

After Blake finished speaking, he quickly took off his coat, tied a knot on Ben Taylor's thigh with the sleeve of the coat, and pulled hard.

Ben Taylor groaned, and a few drops of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"It's not painful yet, so you have to hold it in and hope you don't damage the arteries."

Ollie stuffed the San Francisco travel guide book into Ben Taylor's mouth, and Ethan also moved to control him tightly. After Blake took a deep breath, he firmly reached for the glass fragments.

Under Ethan's firm control, Ben Taylor struggled a few times before the glass was slowly pulled out.

Fortunately, the bleeding from the wound stopped quickly.

Ethan let go of his hand, and Ollie rushed forward distressedly, rolling up his sleeves to help Ben Taylor wipe the sweat from his head.

Having just experienced an earthquake, several people had no intention of moving and sat in the corner to rest.

Ethan suddenly remembered something, got up and walked towards the SUV opposite.

He pretended to rummage around in the car, and then took out a bottle from the space that still had more than half of its liquid remaining. This was the aged bourbon he had taken from the Savoy Gentlemen's Club last time.

I almost forgot about it, now is the time.

"Ethan, what did you find?" Blake asked curiously while sitting on the ground.

Ethan said nothing, raised his hand high and shook it back and forth, eliciting two shouts of surprise.

"You're such a lucky bastard."

Blake stood up, quickly dusted himself off, walked over, and grabbed the bottle.

In front of a ruined city, Blake, wearing slender jeans and a red vest, raised his head and swallowed whiskey. His hair shone like gold in the sunlight.

Blake found Ethan looking at her intently, with a blush on his face, and handed him the bottle.

Ethan coughed lightly, took the bottle, and took a few gulps.

"What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and get some." Ben Taylor kept urging.

"Don't worry, I'll be here right now." Ethan walked towards him carrying the wine bottle.

"You drunkards really don't know what to drink, it smells so bad." Ollie looked at them with disgust.

After resting for a few minutes, Ethan poured the last bit of wine into his mouth with a normal expression under the surprised eyes of Ben Taylor and Blake.

Just as several people were discussing what to do next, the radio in Ethan's trouser pocket rang again.

"The weather department has issued a tsunami warning for the northern and central California waters, including the following areas: Maranello, Napa, San Francisco, Monterey..."

"Damn, it's never over."

As Ethan cursed, the wine bottle in his hand swirled and flew towards the broken wall aside.

Happy New Year, book friends!

Today started the first round of testing the waters, and I am very happy to have reached this point.

I still need support and encouragement from book friends later. If it is convenient, try to take some time to catch up on the updates. Under the recommendation mechanism of the website, it is very important to catch up now. Thank you, carp.