My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Freeing the two living targets, Ethan moved quickly.

Run and fire at the same time.

"Bang bang bang."

Every time the Python revolver emitted a burst of gunfire, there was a man who rushed to the wall to get the gun and his head exploded with blood.

After finishing three rounds of bullets, Ethan also came to the wall.

He did not continue to reload, he wanted to show these Satan believers what real bloody methods were.

A one-meter-long machete was placed on it, and he picked it up easily.

Step forward and chop down hard.

The arm that grabbed the weapon on the wall was cut off at the elbow.

"ah!"

Screams rang out, and the man grabbed his severed arm and stepped back.

Blood mist spurted out from the severed arm, quickly turning everything around him red.

Ethan seemed to hear the sound of the breeze. He swung the machete again, and the blade slashed across the man's chest, causing the skin to turn up.

He took two quick steps and the sword flashed across the next person's neck.

A stream of blood was brought up and thrown to the side.

"Crack."

Hank's face was smeared with blood as he rushed forward regardless, knocking down a man who picked up a swing stick to the ground.

Another headbutt completely smashed the bridge of the man's nose, and the fight was over in two seconds.

Phillips ran to the altar, kicked the Satanist over with a flying kick, and protected Dahlia.

"Dr. Quick."

When Ethan saw the person in front of him, he grinned, showing his white teeth.

"I kill you."

When Quick saw the ferocious-looking Ethan, his feet trembled, but he still mustered up the courage to slash at him with the machete in his hand.

"Dang."

The two knives collided and made a crisp sound.

Quick's palm went numb, and the machete in his hand was knocked away by Ethan and fell several meters away.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan turned around and a cold light lit up in the basement.

At this moment, he noticed Bode reaching for the shotgun hanging on the wall, and immediately flicked the knife in his hand hard.

"seize"

The machete flew seven or eight meters away, pierced Bode's palm, and sank deep into the wall, buzzing and shaking.

At this time, Quick's head flew up along with the force of the knife.

Blood mist spurted out, poured on Ethan's body, and dyed the ceiling red.

"Who dares to touch weapons again?"

Ethan exuded a violent breath and roared loudly: "Whoever I let die."

Quick's headless body stood beside him, still standing.

The eyes full of murderous intent, coupled with the human body fountain beside him.

This shape and scene is even more Satanic than Satan.

"Clang."

A Satanist who picked up a machete was so frightened that he let go of his hand and dropped the weapon.

His legs gave way and he collapsed on the ground.

In just a short while, five or six of the Satanists inside were chopped down like melons and vegetables, and most of the remaining ones were women.

They had seen such murderous scenes, and the excitement caused by the drugs had long since been washed away.

Although Ethan is now bare-handed, in their eyes, he is more terrifying than a beast.

The remaining people crouched down in panic.

"I am going to kill you."

Bode roared loudly: "I will definitely kill you."

Ignoring the pain, he reached for the shotgun above, all he wanted to do was kill the man who appeared suddenly.

At this moment, Bode smelled the strong smell of blood and quickly approached.

"Bang."

Big bloody hands grabbed his face and pressed him against the wall.

Ethan glanced at Dahlia, who was lying on the stage and was tied up, and then turned back.

"Bastards like you."

He grabbed the barrel of the Python revolver and raised his hand: "No matter how many I kill, I will never show mercy."

"boom."

The handle of the gun was smashed against the flesh horn on Bode's forehead, and the flesh horn instantly fell into pieces.

"don't want."

Bode struggled like a madman.

But under Ethan's huge strength, he could only move his head a little bit.

"This is a gift for you."

Ethan smashed the handle of the gun down, smashing all the corners of his flesh: "Thank you, mother Fake."

The corners of his flesh were destroyed, and his face was covered in blood.

Bode's eyes shed blood and tears, and his whole body lost strength, as if the horns were the source of his life.

Spinning the Python revolver in a circle, Ethan grasped the handle.

With cold eyes, he aimed the six-inch barrel at Bode's heart, preparing to plunge the barrel directly into it.

"stop."

Phillips ran over at this time and knocked Ethan away.

He was eager to kill, thinking that a Satanist dared to fight back, so he grabbed the handle of the gun and swung it at him.

At the critical moment, Hank rushed forward and grabbed Ethan's arm.

Phillips used all his strength to push him to the wall and whispered excitedly:

"Stop it, do you want to go to jail?"

Only then did Ethan realize that it was Phillips who stopped him.

After taking a few heavy breaths, he relaxed his body and said, "Are you crazy? Remember to remind me next time, otherwise I will beat you to death just now."

Phillips rolled his eyes and released Ethan.

At the same time, he was also surprised by Ethan's brute strength, neither of them could suppress him.

Hank stretched out his tied palms and wiped them on Ethan's blood-covered face:

"Don't get too excited. He has no ability to fight back. If you killed him just now, it would be difficult for us to come back."

Ethan nodded, patted his shoulder, and put away the Python revolver.

After picking up the machete from the ground and cutting the ropes on their hands, Ethan quickly walked to Dali's side.

She was wearing underwear.

If the sacrifice begins, she will be naked and dissected alive like the three previous victims.

Taking off the gag, Ethan stroked her face:

"Hey, you okay?"

Dalia's eyes were filled with tears: "I know you will definitely come to me."

Freed from the restraints, she quickly stood up and hugged Ethan tightly.

The two of them have experienced a lot together. As long as they get out of trouble, the blood and dirt will not scare her away.

"Is this your friend? Put it on her."

Hank took a skirt from the sofa next to him and handed it to Ethan.

"Thanks."

Ethan took the skirt and helped Dalia put it on: "Yes, she disappeared. I did some research and found this place."

"I didn't expect you to be in this place too."

"Please, you saved my life." Hank also patted his shoulder, and then looked around:

"It seems that Phillips and I are very lucky."

As a police officer for many years, I have seen many big scenes.

But it is rare to see something so bloody.

Several people were shot in the head, and several more were killed by Ethan with a machete. All the corpses in the basement were created by one person.

This person can compare to a small team.

Moreover, the brutality of this method made Hank a little stunned.

There is no need to drive away the remaining people.

When they saw Ethan approaching, they quickly hid in a ball, holding their heads in their hands and not daring to make any move.

Asking Hank to keep an eye on the gang, Ethan walked up to Bode.

His face was covered with blood, and his eyes were staring blankly at Kim lying at the foot of the stairs.

Ethan glanced at Phillips: "You have to promise to take good care of him."

"Don't worry, life imprisonment."

Phillips looked at him, and the two smiled at each other.

Three days later, Ethan emerged from the District Attorney's office looking relaxed.

Since both the FBI and the Banshee Police Department provided temporary recruitment paperwork, the District Attorney's Office decided not to charge Ethan for his actions in the past few days.

Despite expressing strong doubts about the date of the document, Alison Medin raised no questions.

When the Redbone Gang besieged the police station, Ethan saved her life.

Now I have helped solve a high-profile serial sacrifice murder case. These are all trivial problems.

Ethan walked out of the building and smiled.

I never thought that I would come to the District Attorney's office one day like this.

A sharp horn sounded, catching his attention.

The Chevrolet SUV stopped on the side of the road, the window slowly lowered, and Hank took off his sunglasses.

It’s better to give a thank you book than a reward from Brother Du, thank you