My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The curtains are blown by the night wind, causing light and shadow to change.

Rivera knelt down on one knee and looked towards the balcony calmly. The next moment, her eyes narrowed, and sure enough, two black shadows came out from the balcony.

She immediately pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out full of rage.

The two men who were planning a sneak attack were instantly knocked to the ground by a hail of bullets before they had time to react.

Rivera gritted her teeth and continued to fire, until the two people's heads exploded with blood mist in turn, then she let go of the trigger in relief while continuing to be cautious.

Ethan released the trigger of the submachine gun and when he came to the bedroom door, the three people inside had been knocked over.

Two men in black had died on the spot, and the remaining one covered his stomach with his hands, blood flowing out from between his fingers, and a grunting sound came from under the black mask.

At the dim door, a shirtless man walked in. His body was particularly strong, and the submachine gun in his hand gave off a faint light.

Seeing Ethan approaching, the man in black had endless panic in his eyes.

What they thought was a foolproof action ended up with this result. The person in front of them seemed to know their actions well.

Just as he was about to blast out, the bullet hit through the wooden wall.

Ethan strode forward and pulled off the hood of the remaining man in black.

I don’t know him. He’s white. He looks about thirty years old.

"Who sent you?"

Ethan squatted down, his eyes were cold, and the muzzle of the gun moved back and forth on the man's lower body and chest: "Hit the top or bottom, it's your choice."

"Vaughn."

At this point, the white man gritted his teeth and admitted defeat, and said with white lips: "Vaughn asked us to come here."

"Are you from the Patriot Militia?"

Ethan pressed his submachine gun against his heart, tilted his head and asked, "How do you know the address here?"

"That's right, patriot."

The white man gasped: "We just followed the order, killed everyone in the house, and recovered some CDs and notebooks."

"As for other things, we don't know."

"Is there anything else I need to know?" Ethan stared into his eyes:

"Are there any snipers outside?"

"No, I swear on my family."

The white man's lips turned white: "Please, give me a break, it hurts too much."

"boom."

Lowering the muzzle of the gun, Ethan squatted there and thought for a moment before standing up.

Looking at the ruined bedroom, he sighed heavily. When he walked out of the bedroom, Rivera quickly gestured to him, looking cautious.

"These are the people I asked just now."

Ethan scratched his head and threw the submachine gun to the ground with a muffled sound.

"How do you know?" Rivera relaxed a little and asked in a low voice:

"What if I'm lying to you?"

"Then just raise the gun slowly."

Ethan picked up his Python revolver, opened the magazine, and the six empty shells inside fell out.

He turned back twice, and as soon as he inserted it into his basketball shorts, he was burned by the barrel of the gun, and he quickly pulled out the gun.

"idiot."

Seeing his unscrupulous look, Rivera chuckled and put down the submachine gun she was holding tightly.

But when she saw the house turned into a battlefield, she felt like crying.

The mortgage hasn't even been paid off yet, and it's been ruined like this. The insurance company has specified that it won't pay compensation. The 30,000 yuan I just received tonight won't be enough to repair the house.

Seeing her pursed mouth, Ethan stepped forward and said very apologetically:

"sorry."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Rivera took out her mobile phone and wanted to make a call to the police.

When she just turned on the phone, she thought of something and stopped moving her hand.

Immediately afterwards, Rivera's legs weakened and she collapsed on the ground.

Ethan sighed and continued:

"Really sorry."

Rivera shook her head slowly, her face was blank, and her phone fell aside.

"Where is your family?"

Ethan pursed his lips and knelt down to look at her: "We need to find your family as soon as possible. Don't worry, I will be responsible."

"My life is ruined." Rivera raised her head and looked at Ethan blankly:

"My life is ruined."

“I worked so hard to get to this point, and now it’s all gone.”

"Answer my question." Ethan put down his pistol, held her face in his hands, and asked in a deep voice:

"Where is your family, tell me?"

Levila came back to her senses and said silently:

"I don't have a family, I'm just by myself."

She looked at Ethan, gritted her teeth, threw away the submachine gun, and hit Ethan randomly with her two fists.

This time Ethan didn't even dare to hide, he turned his head and let her hit him hard.

After Rivera hit Ethan a few times, she hugged him tightly, and then bit him hard on the shoulder.

"hiss!"

Ethan took a breath of air and quickly begged for mercy:

"It hurts, it hurts, be gentle."

After biting for a few seconds, Rivera released her mouth in relief.

"We don't have time. Hurry up and pack your valuables. We need to leave immediately."

Ethan rubbed his shoulder vigorously, and now there was a bandage on one side and a tooth mark on the other, which were perfectly aligned.

Being visited by Booth's people meant that Rivera had been exposed.

According to the information Ethan and the others have and the power of the interest group headed by Senator McLaughlin, now that Rivera's life has been exposed, her current life will be declared over.

This is not a problem that can be solved by killing Booth or McLaughlin. Rivera has already entered those people's sight.

What they want to do harms the interests of too many people.

As long as Rivera still lives with this identity, she will face endless revenge, whether it is overt or covert.

Rivera realized this the moment she picked up the phone.

No matter what kind of witness protection or contacting the FBI, it was of no use.

It will only make it easier for those people to take action and die quietly.

I had heard a little bit about the death list of the Clintons in my previous life, but in reality, it was only more exaggerated.

Ethan also understood this and said sorry to Rivera, even though it was Rivera who took the initiative to find Ethan and wanted to arrest him.

However, in the end, Levia did provide a lot of help to Ethan.

Because of this, her life was indeed ruined.

Rivera cheered up, ran quickly to the room, and stuffed all her valuables and a few pieces of personal clothing into the small backpack.

Looking at the dilapidated room, she wiped away tears.

She wanted to open the closet, but as soon as she reached out, the door collapsed to the side. Fortunately, her most beloved brown leather jacket was intact.

After a while, Rivera appeared in the living room wearing boots, jeans, and a brown leather coat.

"If you dare to ignore me."

In addition to carrying a small backpack, Rivera also held an assault rifle picked up from the bedroom. She held the rifle and said viciously:

"I swear to God, I'm going to shoot you."

Seeing her looking so hot, Ethan raised his eyebrows.

Rivera took a look at her house, put her gun on her back, took a barrel of gasoline from the garage, and poured it on the floor.

After a while, the two walked outside the house.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan lit the fire and handed her the lighter.

"This is my house."

After looking at the house for a while, Rivera threw the lighter in: "I can only destroy it. I won't let those bastards pry into my life through the house anymore."

A raging fire ignited, illuminating their faces.