My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Bang."

The windows were smashed and glass shattered on the floor.

This movement startled several people in the room. The black-haired woman hurriedly dropped the bottle and picked up the pistol beside her.

Flynn quickly hid behind the pillar and pointed his gun at the window.

The stone that fell on the floor rolled a few times and stopped at the sofa.

After a moment of silence, the window on the other side was also smashed with rocks.

Suddenly, the two highly nervous people opened fire one after another. After the two gunshots, they only saw the curtains fluttering in the wind, with two small holes in them.

Looking at the stones on the ground, the black-haired woman yelled angrily:

"Come in if you have the ability, Maja Fake."

However, it was quiet outside the house, without any sound.

Unable to bear the mental torture and physical pain, Danny covered his chest, picked up the shotgun with one hand and rushed outside.

"calm down."

The black-haired woman held him down: "You are what they want."

"Farke, Farke, Farke."

Danny cursed several times, then vomited and choked out a mouthful of blood.

"I don't want to die yet."

The light in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he kept mumbling.

"Guys, are you okay?"

A cold voice came from outside the house, frightening Flynn and the black-haired woman to look in the direction of the sound.

"Actually, I'm very talkative."

The man's voice outside continued: "Just think, none of this would have had to happen if it weren't for Flynn."

"I promise you, if you kill Flynn, I will turn around and leave immediately."

"Think about it, think about it, whose fault is it all?"

The sounds that drifted in from the window were like the whispers of the devil, pouring into their brains.

"Bang."

Flynn pulled the trigger hard at the place where the sound came from.

A hole was broken in the wooden wall, and it was quiet again outside.

"You wouldn't believe what he said, would you?"

Seeing the dark-haired woman's eyes flashing, Flynn became emotional and shouted, "Everything I did was for our team, and I got all the money I grabbed back."

"Of course we won't believe him." The black-haired woman pressed Danny's chest:

"We've been together for so long, don't I understand you?"

"I believe you must know Flynn very well." The voice outside sounded again: "Do you think he will get all the money back? To be honest with you, I have half a million in cash in my car."

"He only got a small portion back and let you risk it all."

"fraud."

Flynn was furious and raised his gun: "Fakyu, you are a damn liar."

"If what I told is a lie." The man's voice outside was uncertain:

"Why are you so excited?"

"Bang."

Flynn angrily walked out from behind the pillar and shot another shot at the window.

Outside the window on the other side, figures flashed.

"Bang."

The shotgun sprayed out fireworks, knocking off a piece of flesh from Flynn's thigh.

He screamed and fell to his knees.

The black-haired woman saw this and quickly moved her gun.

"Bang bang."

After the two gunshots, she stared blankly at her chest, which was quickly stained red with blood before she even had the chance to pull the trigger.

"Danny, fire."

Flynn shouted in pain, he broke off the barrel of the gun, reached into his pocket with trembling hands, and grabbed a handful of shotgun shells.

Just as he was busy reloading, there was a bang and someone kicked open the front door from the outside.

The moment the door was broken, the black-haired woman fell to her knees heavily.

Flynn hurriedly pressed the shotgun into the magazine. Before he could close the barrel of the gun, he was shot in the hand. His arm shook violently as if he was electrocuted, and the shotgun was thrown behind him.

Panting violently, he crawled toward where the gun had fallen.

"Shoot, Danny."

Flynn did not forget to roar loudly. It was not until he touched the handle of the gun that he realized that Danny's head had drooped and his eyes had become dim.

"I don't think he had a chance to shoot."

A calm voice sounded behind him, and Flynn quickly grabbed the shotgun.

The next moment, thick boots stepped heavily on the back of his hand.

As the boots crushed him, Flynn grabbed the ground with his head, banged his head, and connected his fingers to his heart. The severe pain caused the veins in his neck to pop out.

Looking at Flynn who was breathing heavily, Ethan knelt down and pinched his face tightly.

"Please give way."

Looking back, Rivera came in menacingly from outside with a shotgun and a machete in her hand.

The cold light flashed, and she picked up the machete and struck at him.

"puff."

Flynn's hand was cut off at wrist level, and the blade sank deeply into the floor.

"It feels good to touch me, doesn't it?"

Ignoring Flynn's screams, Rivera pulled out the machete with all her strength and stepped on his lower body: "Actually, you have mistaken the wrong person. I am the bad motherfucker."

"You are a psycho." Flynn collapsed after being tortured.

With tears streaming down his face, he shouted in a tearful tone: "You two are so insane."

"You're right."

Rivera held the machete behind her back with both hands, the tip of the knife facing his stomach:

"Who asked you to provoke a psychopath?"

With a stabbing sound, the machete pierced the flesh, stabbed his body, and pinned Flynn to the floor.

Ethan stood up and kicked the gun aside from his hand.

Sitting on the sofa with her back turned, her eyes were dead, and the black-haired woman collapsed on the ground. Just now, Ethan fired two shots and hit her steadily in the chest.

When they made a crooked idea, they were destined to end up like this, with no survivors.

As long as Rivera is out of the control of these people, everything will be as simple as cutting vegetables and melons.

Letting go of the trembling handle of the knife, Rivera stood up:

"What should we do now?"

What to do next is self-evident.

A former detective, a former town police officer, cleaning up a crime scene couldn't be easier.

All the bodies, including Ethan in the repair shop, became missing persons through the efforts of two people.

They cleaned up and Ethan returned to the motel alone.

The person guarding the store at night was replaced by a white aunt instead of the curious store owner, which made Ethan's prepared draft a lot of work in vain.

After checking out of the house, the two drove a pickup truck and left the town overnight, embarking on their way home.

After arriving in Ohio, they ditched their pickup truck, disguised themselves as backpackers, and hitchhiked all the way to Pennsylvania.

After going around in circles for more than ten days, we finally arrived at Banshee Town.

"Welcome to Banshee Town."

When he saw the familiar street signs, Ethan's fatigue also faded a lot.

He smiled and raised his arm and thumbs up toward the truck driver.

The enthusiastic driver honked his horn and the truck slowly drove away.

Livi tightened the big package on her back and looked around. The roadside was lush and lush.

A breeze blew, refreshing my whole body.

The two of them are now dressed like backpackers, with jackets, large luggage, and fisherman hats on their heads.

"Is this your home?"

Rivera took off her sunglasses, made a circle with her hiking stick, and asked with a smile: "Where is home?"