My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

These fancy jewelry made several women’s eyes light up.

However, when they saw that the jewelry was stained with blood, they suddenly lost interest, and Carly closed the wooden cabinet with a bang.

Ethan walked to the wooden shelf on the side, glanced back and forth, and stopped on a small box, which actually had a lock on it.

These people don't even lock the door, why would they put a padlock on a small box.

He suddenly became interested, picked up the shotgun, and banged the ready position with the handle of the gun.

The lock fell with a sound, and Ethan stretched out his hand to open the lid of the box.

The moment the box was opened, Ethan's breathing became heavier.

There was a small pile of rectangular metal blocks smaller than a palm neatly placed inside, and his eyes lit up with the charming colors.

"Jesus."

At this time Dalia also walked up to him, and when she saw the things inside, she couldn't help but exclaimed in exclamation.

Ethan counted silently in his mind, there were a total of ten gold bars placed in the box.

Judging from the rough appearance, these cannibal mountain people should have made it by smelting the gold jewelry worn by tourists.

He grabbed one and weighed it a few times. A gold bar weighed about a kilogram.

In other words, there is about ten kilograms of gold bars, which are worth a lot of money. According to a rough estimate, they can be sold for three to four hundred thousand dollars.

Ethan shook his head, wondering how these cannibal mountain people got so much gold.

He picked up the heavy small box and placed it on the wooden table next to him. A dull bang caught the attention of Dalia and the others.

Seeing the gold in the box, their eyes burst into light several times more than before.

Several people looked at each other, and then nodded tacitly.

Dalia and the others picked up two gold bars and started playing with them excitedly.

Looking at the four gold bars left in the box, Ethan reached out and grabbed the gold without ceremony.

After enjoying the heavy feel for a while, he stuffed the gold bar into his jeans pocket.

Four kilograms of gold sounds like a lot, but its density is high, so it is small and can be easily stuffed into a trouser pocket, which means the belt bears a lot of pressure.

Spurred by gold, they sped up their actions.

After a while, Jesse was surprised to find several disassembled steering wheels in a cabinet.

The moment they saw the steering wheel, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

In the pickup truck, Ethan sat in front of the driver's seat and installed the steering wheel in his hand.

Ethan put the key into the keyhole, and the three women's heads came over, all their eyes falling on his hand.

A smile appeared on his lips and he turned the key.

The sound of the car sounded, and Carly burst into tears of joy. The girls all hugged each other happily.

Ethan put the car into gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly drove forward.

Carly and Jesse both stuck their heads out of the car window, looking at the houses behind with complex expressions as they receded into the distance.

After driving along the mountain road for more than half an hour, a house appeared in front of us.

The house blocks the road behind it, and there is a fence blocking the fork in the road. People who don't know it think it is a private place.

Ethan stopped the vehicle and broke into the house with his Beretta M9.

After several gunshots, he strode out of the house.

Two hours into the drive through the mountains, a voice suddenly came from the car radio.

The sudden sound woke up several people who were sleeping. Jesse sat up straight in an instant and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Thank God there's a signal."

She opened the screen in surprise and hurriedly opened the dial to call the police immediately.

"stop."

Ethan immediately stopped her movement and shook his head quickly.

Jesse stopped and asked in confusion:

"Shouldn't we call the police?"

"You're right, we really shouldn't call the police." Ethan struggled to pull the phone from his pocket and handed it to Dalia who was sitting next to him.

"We're looking for the FBI."

This gang of cannibals has been wreaking havoc in the mountains for many years, and even opened a gas station to sell stolen goods. Ethan had to wonder if anyone in the local police station was cooperating with them, or even one of them.

Ethan turned his head and said to Dalia:

"Help me find a person named Racine in the address book."

After the call was dialed, Dalia handed the phone to Ethan. After a few rings, the call was connected, and Racine's hoarse voice came from the other end.

After the last closed hearing, everyone in the Banshee Police Department saved FBI Special Agent Racine's cell phone number.

Distrustful of the local police department, Ethan decided to contact federal authorities directly.

The morning sun was shining brightly, and a pickup truck drove into a dilapidated gas station.

The vehicle stopped slowly and the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded.

"Sir, could I ask for directions?"

The person sleeping on the couch impatiently took off his straw hat and said vaguely:

"Where to go?"

"hell."

A smile appeared on Ethan's lips.

The old white man with dry hair and few teeth looked at the several black gun barrels pointed at him, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"I'm just a gas station owner, what are you doing?"

"Don't pretend to be an idiot if you're not an idiot."

Ethan threw the machete in his hand to the old man, "Go find your family, they are all waiting for you in hell."

Carly, Jesse, Dahlia and Ethan stood side by side, the shotguns in their hands pointed steadily at the old man named Oliver.

When he heard what Ethan said, his lips trembled, "You killed my family?"

Jesse raised his eyebrows "Not a single one left."

Oliver raised his head suddenly, his eyes looking like a wild animal. He did not grab the machete, but reached under the lounge chair.

Ethan sneered at the corner of his mouth and pulled the trigger fiercely.

Jesse and the others followed one after another, gunshots rang out violently, and countless projectiles sprayed onto Oliver's body, instantly causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

The two shells in the shotgun had been fired, and Carly was still gritting her teeth and pulling the trigger.

She didn't stop until Ethan pressed the barrel of the gun.

At this time, Oliver, who was sleeping on the recliner, was no longer human.

Ethan squatted down, and there was a shotgun under the recliner. These bastards really had a soft spot for double-barreled shotguns.

He threw away the shotgun in his hand, pulled out the Beretta M9 and broke into the house. Oliver was the only one in this place, which could be seen from the furnishings on the bed.

The wooden house is full of sundries, and next to the kitchen is a refrigerator.

Ethan opened the refrigerator, and the fresh-keeping layer was filled with beer and food. He looked at the food and twitched the corner of his mouth, then picked up a piece of beer and walked out.

After waiting for half an hour, and after Ethan and the others almost drank all the beer in the refrigerator, the sound of vehicles driving was heard in the distance.

FBI Special Agent Racine saw the gas station sign and turned the car in. He stopped the vehicle and got out of the car holding his gray hair.

Racine looked at the scene before him and took a long drag on his cigarette.

"Shet."

There was a humanoid object lying on the couch at the door of the wooden house, and the ground was covered with flesh and blood.

At the base of the wall next to them, a man and three women wearing blood-stained clothes were sitting against the wall and basking in the sun. Looking at the expressions on their faces, it seemed as if they were on vacation.

They had beers in their hands and shotguns at their feet.

"Special Agent Racine, your distrust of me breaks my heart. I guarantee it professionally."

Ethan saw that there was only one car coming, and he reluctantly picked up the last can of beer next to him and stood up.