My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The person who spoke was right next to Ethan.

He was wearing a kimono and had his arms crossed.

He looked at Ethan with a look of contempt.

"Excuse me."

Ethan blinked: "Who are you?"

"Yamaguchi-gumi, senior officer of the North American Division."

The man in kimono raised his head proudly: "Watanabe Ichiro."

He pointed at the screen: "Only the winning warriors here are worth the ten million dollars, but you are not worthy!"

"Damn it!"

Ethan quickly stood up straight and bowed slightly to him.

"What about?"

The man in the kimono looked surprised: "Are you a warrior of the Neon family?"

"Grass mud horse!"

Ethan stepped forward and grabbed his hair.

"Bump!" The butt of the gun hit hard, shattering the bridge of his nose instantly.

Everyone at the scene thought that these two people knew each other.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the situation at the scene suddenly changed.

I saw this man wearing a mask, waving the butt of his gun crazily, like a pile driver, hitting the kimono man's face.

Blood flowers bloomed one after another, and the sound of beating resounded throughout the casino.

The last heavy blow fell, and there was a clicking sound.

"call!"

Ethan let out a hearty breath and pulled the hand that grabbed his hair back.

"Bang!"

Watanabe Ichiro fell backwards on the ground with his chair, his face disappeared and turned into a hole.

This horrifying sight made the people nearby bury their heads in fear.

Ethan shook off the blood on his Glock, and his clothes were stained with blood, as beautiful as cherry blossoms.

"Anyone else want to say something?"

He spread his hands and said, "If you have any opinions, please feel free to raise them. I will accept them with an open mind."

"I don't believe you dare to kill all of us." A cowboy hat chewing a cigar slammed the table:

"You cannot bear the consequences."

"boom!"

The flower of blood bloomed, and Ethan blew the gun:

"Who else?"

The casino was completely silent, and no one dared to jump out.

"By the way, that question just now."

Ethan looked at the host: "How are you thinking about it?"

This lunatic behavior frightened Arenas.

He obediently reached into his arms and took out a document and handed it to Ethan: "This is a bearer's check from a Swiss bank."

"As long as you go to the bank with this note within the stipulated time, you can get ten million dollars."

After taking the document, Ethan looked through it and couldn't figure out why.

He turned around, flicked his hand, and the document swirled and flew toward Harold.

Harlow took the cashier's check and helped Ethan check it.

This was the same as the one he got last time. He nodded immediately and handed the promissory note to Jiabo next to him.

Jia Bo unceremoniously stuffed the cashier's check into his arms and patted his chest with satisfaction.

"Okay, you've got the money!"

Arenas gritted his teeth: "Can you please leave now?"

Being fucked like this by this group of people would be a huge harm to the killing tournament.

He was so angry that as long as these people left, no matter where they fled in the world, they would take revenge.

"Not in a hurry."

Ethan put his arm around his shoulders: "I have a friend who wants to chat with you."

While speaking, he pushed the host to the side.

"You can't do this. I've been very cooperative with you." Arenas had a bad premonition and hurriedly said: "There are people behind me. You don't think that I can hold such a game alone, do you?"

“Even if Jesus comes today, he cannot protect you.”

Ethan kicked open the soundproof door of the technical computer room, startling the two people hiding inside.

Pushing Arenas to the ground, Ethan reached out and tapped to the side:

"This is what he said."

A burly figure walked in.

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

There was no one else inside except the two technicians hiding under the table.

Ethan took off his mask and showed his face to the host who fell to the ground:

"I said, I don't want to participate in your game, why don't you want to make the scene look better?"

"It's you!" Arenas looked shocked.

The person under the mask had some sweat on it, but he could clearly recognize it as the stranger who had mistakenly entered the game.

"bomb."

He remembered something, and using his hands and feet, he quickly rushed to the computer and tried to detonate the bomb.

"Bang!"

A heavy kick sent him flying.

Arenas bumped into another table and knocked over the computer on it.

He held his stomach and rolled over in embarrassment.

"Old friend!"

Harlow put his feet back and lifted his mask: "Do you remember me?"

"Fakemi!!!"

Arenas' face turned pale: "How did you do it? This place is far away from the town. Why didn't it explode?"

So far, he has not made any excuse.

People have already come to the door. No matter how you lie, it is useless. It is an insult to both parties.

Ethan ignored him and squatted down:

"Hey, you two!"

The two technical men looked at him in horror and waved their hands wildly: "We didn't do anything."

"Don't you really enjoy organizing this kind of competition and watching others fight?"

Ethan tapped his fingers on the legs of the table: "Dang, dang, welcome to join the killing tournament I organized, the three of you will fight against him!"

"I'm optimistic about you!"

He clenched his fists and made a cheering gesture: "Come on!"

Looking at the desperate eyes of the two technical men, Ethan put on his mask, stood up and walked out.

This is a battle that belongs to Harold, and he will not participate in it.

After closing the door, the screams became fainter.

The punters present knew what was happening inside without even guessing.

A lady in a gorgeous evening dress trembled slightly. She nodded at Ethan and showed a decent smile:

"Sir, we have no intention of interfering with your behavior."

"We don't know what happened here. We didn't show up here tonight. Do you think that's okay?"

"You are a smart man!"

Ethan grabbed a wad of cash and climbed onto the gaming table.

He put the cash to his nose and took a deep breath of the wonderful aroma: "I like smart people."

"Let's do this~"

He patted the money in his hand, threw it on the table, and looked down at this group of so-called upper-class people:

"Since you like to play this kind of game of life so much, I think it's a pity not to personally participate!"

"Uh-huh!"

The AR-15 was carried on his back and swung in front of him. Ethan held the gun firmly in his hand.

"This game is called Battle Escape."

Ethan walked slowly on the table full of banknotes and pointed to the open door: "The rules are simple, as long as you can escape, you can survive!"

"Kacha!"

He pulled the gun bolt with his backhand, tilted the muzzle downward, and pointed at the elegant lady: "Do you like this game?"

"You can't do this!"

The noble lady's beauty turned pale, and a ticking sound came from under her skirt: "I am Great Britain..."

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan fired several shots in succession, opening up the plump chest.

"Jesus!"

"Are you crazy?"

"Do you know who my father is?"

Frightened shouts rang out, and the casino was in chaos.

Jiabo was also a man who was afraid of chaos in the world. He laughed, picked up his assault rifle, and fired wildly at the panicked gamblers.

"Da da da!"

Zheng Lailai was even more fearless, and the Uzi submachine gun flashed with gunfire.

The sound of the bullet shells being thrown was particularly pleasant, and Ethan had never enjoyed killing so much.

The feeling of beating monsters in human skin to death on the ground made his scalp numb with pleasure.

Blood splattered and there were horrified faces everywhere.

After actually being exposed to the killing field, these people's behavior was worse than that of a three-year-old child.

When they treat others like ants, Ethan doesn't mind killing them like ants.

"boom!"

As the last bullet was fired, the burst of gunfire stopped.

Ethan stood at the gaming table with one foot on a thick pile of dollars.

On the expensive Persian carpet, there were more than 20 gorgeously dressed corpses lying in random directions.

The faces of these people were ferocious, with regret, hatred, and unwillingness in their eyes.

Only there is no innocence!