My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 107
After Ethan supported the man to put him down, he pulled out the dagger forcefully and wiped his clothes a few times, then quickly ran towards the stairs.

Go up another floor and come to a door.

The two looked at each other, and Joe slammed on the door.

"Come on, I said why don't you bastards go to feed, my little pets are starving, you bunch of slackers."

There was a rhythmic curse in the room, and then the door was pulled open.

Joe punched the person inside with lightning speed. His fist hit the face of the person inside. His glasses shattered, and the person who opened the door passed out without saying a word.

Ethan raised his gun and rushed in, looking around at the muzzle, there was only one person inside.

After Joe closed and locked the door, Ethan put down the gun and looked at the person lying on the ground.

He was wearing a high-end black suit with a fancy handkerchief tucked in the top pocket, and he was clean-shaven with only a few centimeters of black hair in the middle.

It seemed that this was the Channing that the cigar man was talking about. Joe pulled a table from the side and flipped all the things on it.

"Help me lift him up." Joe said to Ethan.

After the two put Channing up on the table together, Ethan looked at the central control room.

The luxurious desk inside is facing a monitoring wall, on which more than 20 monitors are neatly arranged.

Among them, more than a dozen surveillance images are on. Some people are asleep inside, and some are like walking dead inside.

Next to it are several tall cabinets and a lot of equipment for unknown purpose. The cabinets are full of various materials.

Joe's voice sounded "Ethan, give me your dagger."

Ethan turned his head and found that Joe had taken off Channing's coat and pants. He tied Channing firmly to the table with the coat and trousers, leaving his head in the air, exposing his neck.

Glancing at the dazed Channing, Ethan pulled out the dagger from his waist with a leather sheath and handed it to Joe.

"Don't call me by my name."

"sorry."

Joe took the dagger, apologized sheepishly, and walked to the middle desk to pick up a salt shaker for takeout.

Ethan asked him curiously, "What are you going to do?"

"Do what I should do."

After Joe replied a word, he raised his hand angrily, and flung out his mouth.

After a crisp snap, Channing's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, another mouth was thrown out. Channing let out a cry of pain, struggled desperately, and shouted loudly:

"What happened? Who are you two?"

Joe put his hands on his knees, put his head closer, and then slowly lifted the soft rubber mask, staring at Channing excitedly.

"Mommy Falk, you haven't forgotten who I am, have you?"

Channing looked at the pale man in front of him, his pupils shrank violently, knowing that resistance was useless, he said stiffly:
"I thought who it was, it turned out that the little pet came back to find the owner."

Joe narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then slapped Channing with two consecutive slaps.

Channing shook his head, gritted his teeth and said:

"If you have the guts, let me go, man against man, heads-up, come on."

"Don't worry, I'll play with you for a while." Joe pulled out the dagger from the leather sheath, flicked the tip of the knife with his finger, and made a crisp sound.

"Shet, what are you doing?"

Channing shook his body violently, but it was useless, and he quickly turned his head to look at Ethan.

"Hey, Mare Falke, who are you? Hurry up and let him stop, maybe you have a chance to get out of here alive."

Ethan rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and responded casually:

"I'm no one, you can enjoy this little party, this is what he and many others have spent many years in exchange for, I think you can cooperate."

"Mommy Falk, you two bastards, listen to me, I'm just in charge, understand?"

Channing continued to explain in a hurry: "This business didn't start with me, and it won't end because of me. As long as there is hatred and interest, there will be people doing this kind of thing."

"You're right." Ethan turned around and looked at Joe.

"Why are you standing there, hurry up and let him continue to convince us with reason."

Amidst Channing's screams, Ethan opened a cabinet door, his eyes lit up, and there were two AR-15s in the cabinet.

He quickly grabbed the two guns, unloaded the magazines and checked them. They were full of yellow and orange bullets.

There is also a thick stack of cash next to it, which is about [-] to [-] at a glance.

He pocketed the wad of cash unceremoniously, then stood up with two AR-15s in both hands.

Regardless of Channing's scolding, Joe was carefully picking the flesh on Channing's neck with the tip of the knife.

Ethan glanced at the monitoring wall, fixed his eyes on one of the monitors, and walked a few steps quickly.

In a small room, a long-haired woman in a white T-shirt and shorts curled up at the end of the bed, watching the TV blankly.

"Nora?"

Ethan looked at the monitor in shock, seeing her here after leaving the Chino Moon Casino.

Unexpectedly, this proud princess of the Chino tribe was caught and imprisoned here, Ethan could not help grinning.

"and many more."

Ethan stopped Joe from pouring salt on Channing's neck, and handed him an AR-15.

"Play slowly, I'll go out for a while."

Joe took the gun "Where are you going?"

Ethan pointed to the monitor at the back, "Save someone."

Joe shook his hands in embarrassment, and sprinkled the salt grains. "Sorry, I only care about myself."

Channing screamed, "What do you want to do, you bastard."

Ethan patted Channing on the shoulder, "Enjoy yourself."

Amidst his cursing, Ethan pushed open the door and walked out, and Joe locked it from the inside with a click.

Because he didn't know which room Nora was detained in, after going down the stairs, he walked along the corridor and came to a door with an old-fashioned deadbolt lock.

Stretching up, breaking and pulling, it can be opened easily, but opening from the inside is as difficult as climbing the sky.

Ethan pushed open the door, and inside was a man with a shocked expression.

Under his horrified gaze, Ethan weighed the rifle in his hand, said casually that you are free, and then continued to walk forward.

It wasn't until seven or eight doors were opened that someone poked his head out of the room, afraid of some kind of trap.

At this time, a piercing sound came, and the alarm sounded.

Only then did the imprisoned react and fled in all directions in a hurry.

Did a guard find the murdered body?This reaction was really slow, Ethan shook his head and pushed open the door.

Nora appeared before him, curled up at the foot of the bed with her hands folded on her knees.

Seeing Ethan appearing at the door, Nora immediately clenched her fists into a defensive posture.

It seems that he has not been detained for a long time, and he still has the energy to resist.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Nora asked hurriedly.

There were dense footsteps in the distance, and Ethan drew out the USP from his waist and handed it over.

(End of this chapter)