My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 138

Hearing the strange yet familiar voice, Ethan kept leaning over.

Holding the club in his hand, he didn't move.

The smoke from the cigarette curled up into the eyes, and the eyelashes flicked quickly.

Inside the Davis Bar, there was also silence.

"Jason, where is the money?"

The man spoke again, and his voice became desolate.

The sound of Jason swallowing his saliva could be heard from far away, and he said dryly:
"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about?"

At this time, Ethan put down his club and stood up, looking across the bar to the door.

There were two people standing at the entrance of the bar, the one in front was wearing a black leather coat, and he was holding an Uzi submachine gun hanging on his waist with one hand.

This short, powerful submachine gun with excellent performance brought great pressure to everyone on the scene.

Behind the man in the leather jacket stood a man with slightly bald hair.

The man was wearing a high-end dark custom-made suit, which was ironed without any wrinkles, and looked very neat.

Noticing the movement inside, the man turned his head to look at Ethan, his eyes were filled with joy after being confused for a while.

"What a surprise, I also met you, Ethan."

"I think so too." The corners of Ethan's mouth also slowly raised, revealing his white teeth.

"Quentin, Mare Falke."

As soon as the words fell, Ethan pulled out the Glock 17 like lightning.

Through the communication between the two, the man in leather clothes realized that something was wrong, and he quickly raised the Uzi submachine gun.

but.

Ethan is faster.

"Bang bang bang..."

Glock spewed out flames instantly, and the bullets sprang out crazily.

Without any warning, only Hood and Jaber reacted, and the two of them squatted down instantly.

The man in the leather jacket's head exploded with blood one after another, but the instructions from his brain made his fingers complete the movement.

There was a rattling sound from the Uzi submachine gun, and the gunfire swept across the bar obliquely, exploding tables, chairs, windows, and lamps all the way.

The beer bottle that Jason was holding exploded with a bang, and he suddenly felt a little warmth in his crotch.

The bullets sprayed from the Uzi submachine gun didn't stop until they smashed a row of tall glasses hanging upside down on Candy's head.

Candy stared blankly at the row of rotten cups that were less than ten centimeters above his head, and dared not move.

When Quentin saw the man in the leather jacket being shot, he immediately turned around and ran away.

Ethan waited until the sound of the Uzi submachine gun stopped, and rushed out frantically with the Glock in his hand.

The sound of the car engine sounded, and just as Ethan came to the door, there were several gunshots.

Ethan quickly hid to the side, and there were a few small holes in the wooden door instantly.

After taking a deep breath, he kicked open the wooden door.

Outside the Davis Bar, the tires of a red Jaguar were rubbing against each other crazily, emitting a puff of green smoke and rushing forward.

Ethan slammed out the door, jumped off the porch, and shot at the red jaguar's tires.

The tires exploded and the Jaguar wobbled and lurched sideways.

Quentin had excellent driving skills. When the front of the car collided with the trees on the side of the road, he forcibly pushed it back. The Jaguar roared and drove forward quickly.

"boarding."

Jabo's voice sounded hurriedly, and Ethan turned his head.

He followed Ethan's footsteps and rushed out of the bar. At this time, he was already sitting in the convertible, firmly grasping the steering wheel.

Jabor didn't know what happened at this point, but it was Ethan who fired first.

Then he doesn't think about anything, just do it.

Ethan ran back quickly, jumped into the co-pilot, and Jaber started the car.

He slammed down the accelerator, and the convertible also flew forward.

At this moment, Hood rushed out the door with Candy's double-barreled shotgun.

"Take care of the scene." Ethan turned around and shouted.

Hood had to stop and put down the shotgun angrily.

When Jabo slammed on the accelerator to chase the cheetah in front, Ethan quickly changed the magazine.

Fortunately, this is the road to the outskirts of the town, and there is no one there at this time.

The cheetah slowed down because of a punctured tire, and was soon overtaken by Jaber.

Ethan changed the magazine and fired several shots at the vehicle in front of him.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, the red cheetah swung its car and slid into the woods on the side of the road.

"Sit tight."

Jia Bo yelled, turned his direction without hesitation, and followed.

The moment the vehicle rushed out of the curb, it jumped a few meters before hitting the ground heavily.

The wheels rolled and rolled up the fallen leaves.

After driving forward for tens of meters, the trees became denser and there was no way forward.

The cheetah stopped suddenly, and Quentin pushed open the car door and rushed forward quickly.

Before Jabo could stop the car, Ethan turned over and got out of the car, spreading his legs and gave chase.

The two quickly disappeared behind the densely packed trees one after the other. Jaber pulled out the key and followed with his pistol.

At this time, the sky had not yet completely darkened, and the woods were dim and dark.

Quentin was running fast in his leather shoes, and he didn't have time to wipe off the sweat from his face.

He never thought that a person who was left to him at the time and escaped by luck, would be so powerful now.

His companion was headshot in an instant, and he ran away in fright.

But the tire was still blown out, unable to escape, he could only flee into the woods, looking for a chance of life.

Ethan hangs Quentin from a distance, guarding against his sudden sniping.

With my current physical strength and wearing boots, as long as I don't wave, I can exhaust Quentin to death.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the silent woods, and one or two gunshots echoed from time to time.

Quentin's footsteps were getting slower and slower, and he turned his head in despair.

In a hurry, Quentin tripped over a protruding tree root, flew forward, fell to the ground, and dropped the gun in his hand to the side.

He quickly spit out the leaves in his mouth, and crawled towards the pistol that fell to the ground with hands and feet.

"boom"

After a gunshot, Quentin bounced like an electric shock, and a hole was punched out of his palm.

He screamed and rolled over.

The next moment, a black shadow came with a strong wind.

Ethan threw himself on him directly, his fists raining down.

After Quentin braced himself to receive a few heavy punches with his face, he passed out simply.

After Ethan made another punch, he got off him panting heavily, and picked up the pistol that had been thrown aside.

Looking at his frayed hands, he cursed secretly, then untied Quentin's shoelaces and tied his hands and feet tightly.

At this time, Ethan picked up Quentin and walked back with heavy steps.

Not long after we left, we met Jia Bo who was panting again and again.

"Dude, you need a good workout."

"Fakyu."

Hearing Ethan's joking voice, Jabo put down the gun, leaned on his knees and cursed angrily, then asked:

"Who the hell is this Mare Fake that made you chase him so desperately?"

"Quentin, have you forgotten?"

Ethan said excitedly: "The bastard who chased me for several blocks in Philadelphia, Brantly's men."

Jia Bo slapped his forehead suddenly, and then he remembered, and asked in puzzlement:
"It turned out to be this Mare Falke, but how did Jason Hood get mixed up with him?"

　Thanks to Xianyu Datou, Fan and Tong for their rewards, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)