My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The trailer stopped, and a tall man with thick arms and a round waist jumped out of the vehicle.

He glanced at the scene of the car accident and frowned:

"Flynn, are you sure it's okay for us to do this?"

"You have already messed up a business today, and now we are acting privately. Hogg will cause trouble for us later."

"Aha."

After rummaging around in the Ford, the short-haired man excitedly raised the backpack in his hand: "If it's such a harvest, I don't think Hogg will have any objections to us."

"Look, Ethan." The short-haired man, Flynn, had already opened the zipper of his backpack and was pulling at the mouth of the bag with both hands.

The backpack was filled with cash.

"Thank you for your generous gift."

Ethan, who had thick arms and round waist, covered his mouth with both hands and said excitedly: "There must be seventy or eighty thousand here."

"At least one hundred thousand."

Flynn said excitedly: "I told you, this woman's backpack definitely contains a lot of money."

"These two guys ran really fast. Fortunately we took a shortcut, otherwise we would have let them run away."

"As long as I get the money back, what else can Hogg say."

"Pull the car away first." Ethan pressed the remote control and put down the tow truck: "If you can go out with so much money, you should still have a lot of savings."

"That's right."

Flynn continued to rummage and took away both pistols from Ethan.

He didn’t forget to hold Ethan’s chin and said viciously:

"Bring a gun, right, tough guy."

Putting the gun on his body, Fula stood up:

"I'll take this woman back, and you can interrogate this man about his bank card password and the like."

Ethan stopped what he was doing and grabbed a handful of his round belly:

"You have to wait for me first. If I find you making the first move, I will rip your balls off."

"Of course I'll wait for you, we are good brothers."

Flynn shook the backpack in his hand and said with a sneer: "Now that I'm talking, as long as you have money, you can have any kind of woman."

"I'll take her back first. By then, the car will be repaired and we can make a profit by selling it."

The two of them laughed and moved their hands quickly.

"Wow."

A bucket of water poured over Ethan, waking him up.

He shook his head and opened his eyes.

A sharp pain came from his head, his eyes were covered with blood, and everything he saw was a little red.

It was a dark room, like a car repair shop. There were messy car parts on the wall, and there was a pungent smell of engine oil in the nose.

"Finally woke up."

"Boom."

A tall man put down the bucket in his hand.

He walked with heavy steps to the wooden table in front of Ethan and sat down on the table.

The wooden table was overwhelmed and creaked.

Ethan shook his head again to shake off the dizziness. He was tied to a chair behind his back and turned on the radar. Only he and the fat man in front of him were nearby.

After observing his current situation, he asked in a hoarse voice:

"Where is my companion?"

"This is not something you should worry about." The burly man picked up a wide dagger and wiped it back and forth with the rag on his hand.

The dagger plus the handle was almost twenty centimeters long, and the blade was so polished that the man in front of him shone coldly.

"Then what should I worry about?"

Ethan raised his head, a smile on his bloody face.

"puff."

The man stuck the dagger heavily on the wooden table and asked with fierce eyes: "Tell me your bank card password, and I will give you a pleasure, otherwise."

"No need or else." Ethan spat out bloody spit:

"Actually, I have something very valuable on me. Have you got it?"

Unexpectedly, Ethan would cooperate like this. The man pulled out the dagger, his eyes shining: "What is it?"

"A gold-plated Colt M1911."

Ethan wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and spit out another mouthful of blood: "Have you ever seen such a beautiful gun?"

"Clang."

The dagger fell to the ground, making a few crisp sounds.

Looking at the gleaming golden pistol in Ethan's hand, the fat on the tall fat man's face trembled, and he turned around suddenly, trying to run to the side.

"boom."

The gilded Colt came to Ethan and roared for the first time in so long.

The bullet hit the knee of the trumpet O'Neal in front of him, splashing blood.

"ah!"

He screamed and fell to the ground with a bang.

Ethan stood up, and the wooden chair under him suddenly disappeared and reappeared in place like a lag.

The rope that tied his feet was hanging on the chair.

Ethan broke free instantly, ignoring the fat man groaning on the ground, and walked to the table where he wanted to pounce.

Return the gold-plated M1911 to the space and pick up the double-barreled shotgun on the table.

The barrel of the gun was lowered, and there were two loaded shotshells inside.

"Who are you?"

The trumpet O'Neal looked at Ethan in horror, as if he was seeing a demon, and his forehead under the turban was covered with sweat.

Ethan closed the barrel of the gun, lowered the muzzle, and put it on his head:

"Now I ask and you answer."

His hair was hanging down wet, and there were a few traces of blood on Ethan's face, and his eyes were cold: "Do you understand?"

Trumpet O'Neal's eyes were horrified, but he kept his mouth tightly shut.

"I admire you very much, you are a tough guy."

Ethan put away the shotgun, walked to the side and picked up the dagger that fell on the ground.

He walked up to the strong man again, put his gun against the strong man's chin, knelt down on one knee and asked impatiently:

"I have a headache now. Could you please tell me where your companion is?"

"And most importantly, where are my companions?"

The man's lips trembled, but he remained silent.

Ethan looked down in confusion. His knife was in the right place. This was the first person who could not speak in the face of such a threat.

The blade deflected, and a cold light flashed out, bringing out a wisp of blood.

"Fakeyu."

The man was shaken by the severe pain. Regardless of the muzzle of the gun pressed against his chin, he raised his huge fist and hit Ethan.

Ethan quickly put away his knife and pointed it straight ahead.

The fist brought a strong wind and hit the tip of the knife heavily.

"Uh-huh."

The dagger pierced the hand bone and came out from the wrist.

"Shet!!!"

The strong man's scalp was numb with pain, and his whole body was filled with anger. Like a wild bull, he rushed towards Ethan regardless.

Ethan decisively pulled the trigger, and the double-barreled shotgun spurted out flames.

"Bang."

A large cloud of blood mist rose up, and most of the strong man's head was blown off by the shotgun. The white wall behind was stained with a large amount of red paste.

The gunfire stopped, and the huge body fell back heavily.

"Hiss."

The sound of spraying water mist sounded, and the smell of blood suddenly filled the nostrils, and the ground quickly turned red.

Ethan wiped his face and removed the blood drops on it.

With a light wave of his hand, a red mark was left on the cement floor.

I still had a splitting headache, and I really didn't want to fight with someone of such a build, so I had no choice but to kill him.

The journey was uneventful. Unexpectedly, just a few days after leaving home, the boat capsized in a ditch.

Thinking of this, Ethan cursed inwardly.