My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After eliminating the risk of being accidentally injured by Siobhan, Ethan carried the M4A1 around to the other side of the Ford F150. There was a big tree here, and he turned over and hid behind the trunk.

When Ethan was changing the magazine, the motorcycle gangs stopped when they heard the sound of gunfire. Knowing that there were not many people in the ambush, they started shouting and stood up to take aim and fire back.

As gunshots came one after another, the Ford F150 made the sound of being hit by bullets from time to time.

Ethan felt a twinge of pain in his body, because he was afraid that keeping a police car here would scare the motorcycle gang away, so he could only drive his own car. It was good now, as the insurance company probably wouldn't pay.

He poked his head out from behind the tree trunk and looked out. The bikers hadn't noticed that he had changed his position.

On the side of the road, there were two people crouched down, holding pistols and shooting at their trucks. Not far away, there was a man with a beard hiding behind an overturned motorcycle.

He smiled ferociously, fumbled for a glass bottle from his arms with his hand wearing a black hood, and then used a lighter to light the cloth stuffed in front of the bottle.

"I brought all the molotov cocktails."

Ethan no longer hesitated, quickly raised the gun, aimed at the ignited Molotov cocktail and pulled the trigger. There was a crisp "bang" sound, and a ball of flame exploded.

As the flames exploded, the bearded smile instantly froze.

The next moment, his whole body turned into a huge torch. He never imagined that after years of studying in prison, he had to learn how to make homemade Molotov cocktails. He did not expect that the first time he opened his business, he would set himself on fire.

A miserable howl sounded in the dark night. Ethan looked at the human-shaped torch writhing crazily on the ground and sighed. He was a soft-hearted person and couldn't bear to see others suffer, so he immediately looked away.

Seeing the miserable condition of their companions, the remaining two people were frightened. They were sure of things, but they didn't expect that their side would be wiped out in just a few minutes.

One of them threw away his empty pistol in panic, turned around and ran in the other direction, heading into the night in a hurry.

At this time, Siobhan appeared on the other side of the road.

I saw her with long black hair hanging loose, holding a Glock in her hand, chasing the man with vigorous steps, and kept shouting "Go to hell, you damn bastards."

The two disappeared into the night one after another. They only saw the gunfire flashing seven or eight times before the gunfire stopped.

The remaining person moved the heavy Harley motorcycle in fear, trying to borrow the car to escape, but as Ethan fired a bunch of bullets, his whole body trembled rapidly for a few times as if he was electrocuted, and then he lay down on the motorcycle.

The human-shaped torch also stopped rolling at this time, and only the fire was burning. The scene suddenly became quiet. After seeing that there was no movement, Ethan swung the shoulder strap and threw the empty M4A1 onto his back.

He took out the 6-inch Python revolver from the space, flicked it happily, stepped on the bullet casings on the ground and walked out from the shadow behind the tree trunk.

The smashed pieces of the Harley motorcycle were everywhere, and several bodies were lying on the ground.

Ethan approached the scene and decisively covered his nose with one hand. He felt that he would not be able to eat barbecue in a few days. Suddenly he heard a snoring sound. He gripped the python revolver and walked over quickly.

Unexpectedly, the man with glasses who was shot first was not dead yet. He was lying on the ground panting heavily, his dead gray eyes staring at Ethan through the broken lenses of his glasses.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, "You committed murder without any warning or identification. I'm going to sue you."

"Well, I'm sorry, I was so excited just now that I forgot to identify myself, but you don't care, right?" Ethan scratched his head in embarrassment.

The man with eyes was so angry that he almost lost his breath and closed his mouth and stopped talking.

At this time, light footsteps sounded, and Ethan looked up to see Siobhan walking over barefoot, holding a black Glock. His spread black hair was still wet, and it looked like he had just taken a shower.

She was wearing a pair of plaid pajamas and a gray tank top.

His bare feet were covered with black soil. When he walked over, he stepped on a piece of broken glass, which oozed red blood. Siobhan frowned, bent down and pulled it out, then walked to Ethan.

"Have you done that?"

"Done." Siobhan weighed the gun in his hand.

She looked at the surrounding situation with a fearful look on her face, "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened."

"You're welcome, we are friends."

Ethan smiled at her, then took a few steps to the side. An M1911 fell on the ground. He gently kicked Colt to the bespectacled man's hand.

"Fake, what do you want to do?"

The man with glasses looked at the Colt M1911 that had slipped to his hand, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble.

Ethan gently tapped the cold python with his index finger. This expensive revolver had reduced his fortune by a large amount. He didn't know how it felt in the hand.

"Pick it up" Ethan's cold voice sounded.

"Fake, I don't want it. What do you want to do? You are a policeman?"

The bespectacled man's hand that was close to the M1911 suddenly retracted, and the pistol that was so close seemed to turn into a ball of hot coals.

"Did you see the police badge on me? That's your only chance. Are you sure you don't want it?"

Ethan smiled at him, showing his white teeth, and raised his Python revolver.

Siobhan looked at the situation in front of him and hesitated to speak. Then he gritted his teeth and slowly raised the Glock and pointed it at the man with glasses.

The man with glasses looked at the two black muzzles in front of him, his pupils shrank violently a few times, and then he cursed crazily, "Fuck, you two crazy bastards, I'm going to kill you."

He desperately reached for the pistol, and the moment his fingers touched the M1911, intensive gunshots rang out.

Listening to the faint sound of police sirens in the distance, Ethan opened the bullet nest and patted it gently. Six bullet casings fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp impact sound.

This sound also brought Siobhan back to his senses and loosened the arm holding the gun.

"We are executing in private, this is wrong." She murmured.

Ethan originally wanted to get rid of the glasses man before Siobhan came back, but he didn't expect her to come back so quickly, but he couldn't let go of this opportunity to avoid future troubles.

He was about to say something, but to his surprise, Siobhan looked up at him, his eyes becoming extremely firm.

"Ethan, you don't have to enlighten me. I didn't stop you. I chose to do this."

"This female cousin brought some bastards here to try to kill me and burn down my home. I will let him go to hell first."

Ethan lit a cigarette, took out his police badge and hung it on his chest, took off his coat and put it on the excited Siobhan.

At this time, a police Chevrolet SUV drove over quickly with its dazzling lights flashing. The vehicle stopped with a screeching sound as the tires rubbed crazily against the ground.