My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ethan shook his head.

In fact, we don’t know how many people disappear every year. Many people leave this world quietly.

Ethan can understand killing people for profit or hatred.

But Gram's kind is a completely pathological killing.

Ethan tightened Martin's hand and whispered to him:

"How much longer?"

"Ahead, freezer."

Martin reached forward and pointed forward, and when he mentioned the freezer, he shuddered.

Just then, a roar sounded from the corner.

"You fucking bastard, give me Martin back."

When Ethan heard the sound, he quickly turned around to protect Martin behind him and pointed his gun at the place where the sound came from.

"Gram, is this rat like you finally out?"

In a far corner, a pale Gram slowly walked out of the shadows.

He was wearing an old set of work jeans, and his arms were randomly bandaged with strips of cloth. Gram held a double-barreled shotgun and pointed it in Ethan's direction.

"Why did you come here to break our tranquility? Martin is the chosen one. Please let Martin go."

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Ethan tried to get more clues.

Gram slammed his head against the pillar next to him, making a "bang" sound, and a stream of blood flowed from his forehead.

"Shet, do you see that? This hurts."

Gram continued:

"It will hurt you too, why don't you give it a try?"

"You are crazy."

Ethan grabbed the gun with one hand and reached behind with the other hand to shake it, signaling Martin to move away.

Then he took a few steps forward, trying to get close to Gram and find an opportunity to quarrel with him.

"No, you don't understand. Martin is the chosen one. He won't feel pain. This is the chosen one. Under my guidance, he will make my career better."

Gram roared a few words with an expression of incomprehension, and then suddenly calmed down.

He tilted his head and smiled behind Ethan, and said happily:

"You'll see what I mean now."

Ethan was creeped out by his strange behavior and subconsciously looked back following his gaze.

Martin, who should have stayed away, was following closely behind Ethan.

When he saw Ethan turn around, he smiled at Ethan, and the sharp blade in his hand flashed with cold light.

The next moment, the sharp blade in Martin's hand sank deeply into Ethan's thigh.

The severe pain almost caused Ethan's scalp to explode. Martin's skillful movements were obviously not the first time he had done this.

Under reflex, Ethan's hand holding the gun swung back heavily.

The fist and the handle of the gun hit Martin hard on the face. With the huge force, Martin was thrown away and hit hard on the table behind him.

Not to mention Martin, even an ordinary man would be paralyzed after being hit by Ethan like this.

What surprised Ethan was that Martin stood up quickly and ran towards Gram as if nothing was wrong.

Gram seized the opportunity and rushed out, the double-barreled shotgun in his hand spurting out sparks at the same time.

Ethan reacted quickly and flew to the side.

The table behind him was hit by Gram, the tabletop exploded and the knives on it flew off.

While flying, Ethan roared and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang..."

Under the intensive gunfire, Martin's body softened and fell to the ground.

"don't want..."

Gram saw Martin fall to the ground, frantically threw away the shotgun in his hand, drew a huge iron hook from behind and rushed towards Ethan.

When Ethan fell to the ground, the Glock in his hand hung up.

The last bullet in the magazine shot out quickly and landed on Gram's left shoulder.

Gram paused, then continued to charge like a wild beast.

I saw him wave his right hand forcefully, and the iron hook whizzed down.

Ethan burst into adrenaline, gritted his teeth, and threw away the Glock.

He grabbed the short knife stuck in the back of his thigh and pulled it out hard, and a stream of blood came out.

Then he suddenly turned over, and the tip of the hook fell next to his ear, hitting the concrete floor and causing sparks to fly.

After dodging the iron hook, Ethan swung the short knife forward.

The blade scratched Gram's ankle, bringing up a stream of blood. Gram jumped up in pain and threw out the iron hook in his hand.

Ethan rolled on the ground a few more times, and the iron hook hit the ground and drew a line of sparks.

Gram looked at the machete that was splashed on the ground next to him, and quickly jumped over to pick it up.

Ethan didn't give him another chance, dragging his injured leg and hands and feet to get up.

He endured the severe pain and rushed forward, bumping into Gram fiercely and throwing him to the ground.

The next moment, his arms were raised high.

Gram, who was pinned down, reached forward with all his strength, trying to touch the machete in front of him.

The cold light fell, and his palm was instantly nailed.

Gram was suddenly like a prawn thrown into a hot pot, struggling violently, but Ethan put his hands around his neck and suppressed him tightly.

"You like playing games like this, right?"

Ethan roared into Gram's ear, and then the hand holding the dagger slowly turned, causing Gram's hand bones to rattle.

Gram hit his head against the ground in pain, and his face was covered with dust and sweat.

"If you like playing, I will play with you."

Ethan pulled out the short knife again. The tip of the knife had been broken off due to excessive force, but it did not affect the re-insertion into the palm of his hand.

Gram screamed again and tried to struggle to get up.

After Ethan freed his hand, he grabbed Gram's hair and knocked him to the ground.

After knocking him dizzy, Ethan got off him and grabbed Gram's clothes with his big hands.

I saw him exerting force on his waist and abdomen, his face turned red, and veins popped up on his neck. Then he roared angrily and lifted Gram up.

"What do you want to do? Don't do it."

"Don't do this, I'm willing to surrender."

Gram, who was lifted in the air, looked at what was in front of him and howled in horror.

"You and the girls you tortured and killed should turn yourself in."

Ethan shouted, used his arms to throw Gram forward.

There was a muffled sound, and Gram was hung firmly on the iron hook suspended in mid-air.

The sharp hook tip hooked directly into his chin. Gram's limbs shook violently, trying to break free, but there was no way.

He made meaningless gurgling sounds from his mouth, and blood dripped down.

Ethan then collapsed to the ground and started breathing heavily.

After coming here for a while, he struggled to get up.

Ethan lit up a cigarette, and while smoking, he took out a tourniquet from his duty belt and tied it on his thigh.

After standing up on the ground, Ethan wiped away the sweat from his brow and dragged his injured leg to Martin's side.

Looking at Martin lying on the ground, Ethan flicked the ashes of his cigarette and sighed heavily.

Regardless of Gram, who was still kicking his legs feebly in the air next to him.

He staggeredly picked up the Glock and loaded the spare magazine, then walked in the direction Martin pointed just now.

After turning another corner, there is a small staircase going down in front.

Ethan jumped down the stairs and came to a thick iron door with a small glass window above it.

Through the glass window, Blake, wearing shorts and a vest, could be seen huddled in the corner of the freezer. Her face was pale from the cold and her whole body was shivering.

Ethan hit the iron door hard with his fist several times, and the vibration of the iron door caught Blake's attention.

In the cold and terrifying freezing chamber, she raised her head in horror.

What he saw was Ethan's smiling face full of sunshine.

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