My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Standing up with the shotgun in hand, Ethan walked to the side.

On the wall on the other side, there was a dusty mirror. From the mirror, you could see that you were covered in blood.

When he looked closer, he saw a big gash on his forehead.

It must have been the one who was hit in the car accident just now. There were three small pieces of glass stuck in his cheek.

Resisting the pain, he pulled out the glass.

It only went in less than a centimeter, but there were still a few strands of blood flowing out, which looked particularly scary.

He moved his body and made sure that except for the head injury, there were no major problems elsewhere, and then started rummaging around in the dilapidated repair shop.

A box of double-barreled shotgun shells and a Smith \u0026 Wesson revolver were found in the drawer.

Pushing open the magazine, it was filled with six bullets.

After closing the cylinder and stuffing the pistols into their holsters, the men took away the two pistols they carried, but did not bother to take off the holsters under their ribs.

His mobile phone was also confiscated and now he can't contact anyone at all.

Walking to the body lying on the ground, Ethan looked at it intently for a while. The person in front of him was one of the group of people he met in Helen's restaurant.

Seeing the bulge in his pocket, Ethan reached out and pulled out a mobile phone.

Fortunately, the strong man in front of me still uses an old-fashioned flip phone and has no password set.

Ethan pressed the button and rummaged through the recent call records. The name noted at the top was Flynn.

He gritted his teeth and was about to dial the number when he saw a note name below and quickly stopped what he was doing.

"Amber."

Ethan narrowed his eyes, this was the name of the waitress in the restaurant.

Press your finger to exit the call log and open the photo album.

In the photo album, I found the figure of the waitress and the group photo of the few people together today.

The photo showed a party scene, with the waitress Amber leaning on the bald man's arms, smiling sweetly.

It was obvious that her relationship with those people was extraordinary.

Ethan squeezed the phone tightly, a light flashing in his eyes.

Rivera was caught by this group of people, and she needed to reciprocate, otherwise, she would have no chips at all and it would be easy for her to take advantage of the situation.

Putting away his phone, Ethan walked towards the bathroom in the corner.

He simply washed his body and changed into clothes similar to those before.

Searching for the location on his phone's browser, Ethan drove into a pickup truck outside the house and quickly drove to the restaurant. Now he had to race against time.

Not knowing what situation Rivera was in now, he stepped on the accelerator anxiously.

Soon we arrived at the restaurant. At this time, many vehicles were parked outside.

Through the window, you can see the waitress busy inside.

Ethan thought of something and quickly drove the pickup truck to the side door, parked the car, took out the phone of the person just now, and sent a text message to Amber:

"Come out, side door!"

The message must be simple, because we don’t know if they have any language quirks in their usual communication.

Ethan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel carefully, waiting anxiously.

A minute later, the side door opened.

Amber walked out with a cigarette in her mouth. After she saw Ethan's pickup truck, she walked straight over:

"Didn't I tell you the direction they left? Didn't I catch them?"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in front of her, Amber opened her mouth and dropped the cigarette she was holding.

"Surprise?"

Ethan shook the muzzle of his gun and asked with a cold face: "Would you like to bet whether you run faster or the bullet flies faster?"

Remove the key and open the door.

At the threat of his gun, Amber obediently got into the passenger seat, looking horrified.

Ethan returned to the car and looked at the well-behaved waitress: "Miss Amber, I want to find Mr. Flynn. Could you please give me directions."

"I think you should be very clear about why I asked you to lead the way."

Amber saw the big gash on his forehead and the cold look in his eyes. She nodded quickly and pointed in the direction to the side.

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation."

Ethan did not drive, but took out his mobile phone first: "Next, I will ask you a few questions. We also need to make a phone call. I hope you can continue to cooperate."

Flynn waited until Ethan left and then excitedly drove the trailer back to the residence.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at his destination along a remote country road.

The house was next to a tall tree, and lights were on inside.

Flynn parked the car directly on the grass in front of the house, where several cars were also parked.

The Hogg family lived here, and it was also where they usually dealt with stolen goods.

Today they went out to steal, and the place was already well established. Unexpectedly, the owner of the house who was traveling suddenly came home early. Flynn was too nervous and shot the whole family to death.

After they disposed of the body, they fled in a hurry.

In order not to arouse suspicion, all the belongings in the house were restored to their original state. No money was made, and he got into big trouble. Flynn was complained a lot.

When he was in the restaurant, he was holding back his anger and wanted to find some trouble to vent his anger.

Unexpectedly, I discovered that Rivera's small backpack was heavy and might contain good things.

In order to prove himself, Fula hid the truth from Hogg and others, only contacted Ethan and Amber, who were in urgent need of money, and started to act privately.

As soon as the car door closed, there was a sound of applause from the side.

Flynn turned his head and saw Hogg walking out from under the big tree, applauding as he walked, with a smile on his face.

Seeing him like this, Fula felt a pain in her tailbone.

Then he remembered something and straightened his back again.

"Hahaha."

Hogg smiled and spread his hands: "Oh, oh, what did I see? This car is really good, especially this woman, she is so beautiful."

"Wait a minute." Hogg said in amazement, "Isn't this the beauty I met just now when we were eating?"

Flynn rubbed his nose, shrugged and said:

"I avoided the key parts of this car. After repairing it, I can still make a lot of money."

"OK."

Hogg walked up to him, fiddled with his bald hair, and asked with a smile: "Where is the owner of this car? Where is he?"

"In the repair yard."

Flynn took a half step back. He was a little afraid of Hogg's appearance: "Ethan is trying to persuade him, we can still make a fortune."

"Bang."

Hogg suddenly reached out and pushed Fula down on the car: "I thought I had made it very clear. I am not allowed to take advantage of tourists anymore, and don't poop in the place where I eat."

"You also acted without my permission."

"I have reached an agreement with that person, and no one will take what happened just now to heart."

Hogg strangled his neck again, with a fierce look in his eyes:

"Are you treating what I said as fart? Are you not taking my credibility seriously?"