My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Two cars are driving side by side on the expressway.

One of the buses slowed down a bit, and the passengers on the bus also lay down next to the windows.

"Fuck Fuck."

When Ethan saw the bus slowing down, his palms became sweaty with fear, and he shouted to stop:

"Keep the speed and don't slow down."

The driver with the afro head was scolded by him. Although he was a little dissatisfied, he still stepped on the accelerator faintly.

Seeing this, Ethan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything Payne did before was very effective. He fully proved that he couldn't joke, so Ethan absolutely believed that there was a bomb in the car.

But this matter cannot be explained clearly now.

If the passengers in the car heard it, something might happen.

If you want to say it, you can only say it after you get in the car.

As for how to get into the car, thinking about this, Ethan had a toothache, but he had no choice but to fight in this situation.

Telling the driver to keep the speed, Ethan drove the Jaguar to the other side. He looked at the old black man with dreadlocks next to him: "Listen, I need to get on that bus, and I need your cooperation in a moment."

"Waterfa?"

The dreadlocked Lao Hei put on a question mark face: "Are you just so crazy, or are all the people so crazy?"

"We are all in a fast-moving car, how are you going to get there?"

"jump over."

Ethan gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"No, no, no, I can't watch you die like this." Dirty-haired Lao Hei shook his head quickly and said in a crackling voice: "Is there anything we can't wait for the bus to stop? Why are you trying to catch Brother Ni, are you in such a hurry? "

"Listen, there's a bomb in the car."

Ethan grabbed his collar and shouted sternly: "You can help hold the steering wheel later. I need to jump over and deal with it. Do you understand?"

"Understood."

The old black man with dreadlocks said in a trembling voice: "Can't you just stop the car?"

"no."

Ethan shook his head and glanced ahead: "If the speed is less than fifty miles, the bomb will explode."

"Just now, more than a dozen people were killed."

"Otherwise, where do you think the blood on my body came from?"

"Thank you for your generous gift." Thinking that the bus that was just around the corner would explode at any time, the old man with the dreadlocks suddenly trembled. He squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Can you let me get off now?"

"I wanted to go home and my mom made fried chicken."

"You're a rap artist, come out with some courage." Ethan accelerated, and the vehicle slowly approached the front door of the bus: "Think about it, what good material this is, how awesome it is to talk about."

"How many girls can I pick up for you in the future?"

The old black man with dreadlocks had bright eyes and swallowed: "Just like in an action movie?"

"That's right."

As long as you can coax him to help, you can say anything. Ethan nodded: "And there are more than a dozen lives inside. Please, we can't just ignore death. People can be selfish, but they can't be too selfish."

"You can be a hero today."

"no problem."

The old black man with dreadlocks became excited. He raised his hands and made a rap gesture: "You are a real warrior, I admire you, and I will do it with you. Of course, this is not for the girls."

"Those mothers messed with Fake, who has done this to me, Wuhu~~~"

The strong wind blew away his voice.

Ethan stood across a front door and kept gesturing to the driver to open the door.

The fear caused by the unknown is very scary.

The afro-haired driver hesitated for a while, then obeyed and opened the front door. A gust of wind instantly filled the car, and the floral skirt of a woman with short brown hair sitting in the front row was lifted up, revealing her beauty.

This sudden movement caused a scream in the car.

Questions and curses sounded one after another.

"Listen." Glancing at the long stretch of straight road ahead, Ethan shouted loudly to the driver in the bus: "Keep the speed, don't move around, and stabilize the vehicle."

"No problem." The driver glanced at him nervously and held the steering wheel with both hands:

"but why?"

The next moment, his eyes widened.

Including the brown-haired girl, everyone in the carriage who saw this scene tightly covered their mouths.

"Step on the accelerator and hold on to the steering wheel."

After Ethan explained clearly to the old black man with dreadlocks, he slowly squatted down on his seat.

"no problem."

Lao Hei's heart was beating wildly. He held the steering wheel tightly, stretched out his other foot awkwardly, and pressed firmly against the accelerator.

Ethan grabbed the upper edge of the windshield and stood up slowly.

"Bababa~"

Cars drove by, horns honking frantically.

There was a middle-aged man sitting at the back of the bus, his legs shaking constantly.

He put his hands in his pockets and stared at this scene, so nervous that a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The air waves caused by the passing vehicles made Ethan's body sway. He cursed secretly in his heart. The distance between the cheetah and the bus was more than one meter and he did not dare to get too close.

A little carelessness can lead to car crashes and fatalities.

The wheels spun rapidly and the road swished backwards.

In my ears, I could only hear the whistling wind, and the sunlight shining on the glass of the bus was a bit dazzling.

Turn your body and put one foot on the car door.

The clothes on his body were rustling, a pebble stuck to the cheetah's tires, and the car body shook slightly, making the people inside the bus hold their breath.

"Uh-huh."

Use your feet hard and push on the car door.

Something changed late on, and Ethan made up his mind to rush towards the opposite side of the fast-moving car like a leopard.

"bump!"

The boots made a muffled sound when they stepped on the bus threshold.

With quick eyes and quick hands, he grasped the gauntlet steadily.

With a swish, his back was soaked with sweat. He didn't have time to think too much and turned around quickly.

"Yeah, great job!"

When the dirty-haired black man saw Ethan successfully jumping on the bus, he quickly released the accelerator and waved his arms excitedly.

But he forgot about his current situation.

The steering wheel shook, and the vehicle suddenly swayed, throwing him off his seat.

The convertible car twisted and rushed towards the water horse beside the road.

"Bang."

The water horse exploded instantly, and the water inside splashed more than ten meters high and fell in a trickle.

A dark arm was raised high, and the dreadlocked old man struggled to stand up. The big gold chain shone brightly, and he waved his hands excitedly: "I'm fine, I'm fine if you mess with Fake."

"Come on, Tiaozi!"

Giving him a thumbs up, Ethan finally felt relieved.

Looking back, everyone in the carriage looked at me dumbfounded. The floral skirt of the girl sitting in the front row was blown by the wind, and the grass swayed slightly.

Ethan calmed down and looked away.

"listen."

He walked quickly to the driver's seat, hugged the driver's shoulders firmly and whispered: "This car is equipped with a bomb, which is why I jumped on it with all my strength."

"You just need to remember one thing, the speed cannot be less than fifty miles."

"As long as it's not less than fifty miles, it won't explode."

The driver with the afro head turned his stiff neck and looked at Ethan in horror. He didn't expect that this would happen.