My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 147 The Camper

Ethan waved for her to step back, then unbuckled her seat belt.

The door is a bit warped and stuck.

Ethan broke the door handle, then kicked it away, and the car door was kicked open by him.

There was a white station wagon on Dalia's side. After she unbuckled her seat belt, she got out of the car with Ethan's support.

After the two stood firm, Ethan asked the black-haired girl in the blue vest standing beside him:

"I'm fine, what happened here?"

"I'm very sorry." The girl with a delicate face said with a face of self-blame:

"I heard the sound of vehicles driving, and I hurried up to remind you, but I didn't expect it to be too late."

"Hey, what's the matter up there?" At this moment, a shout came from under the woods along the road.

Suddenly, four more people ran up from below.

"Waterfa."

Seeing that the vehicle was hit, one of them, a burly man in a white T-shirt and glasses, walked over aggressively.

"Evan, don't do this."

Seeing him like this, the black-haired girl hurried forward to dissuade him.

Evan reached out and pushed the black-haired girl away, then grabbed Ethan.

"Asshole, what are you doing so fast?"

Ethan is not used to this problem. This Evan looks strong and strong, but compared with Cheton, he is not good enough at all.

With a catch, Ethan moved his arm neatly to his back, and pushed hard towards the SUV next to him.

Evan snorted and pressed heavily against the car body.

Ethan pressed his head, and said sternly: "Don't call me a bastard, you little bastard, why did you park your car on the road."

Feeling the severe pain in his arm, Evan quickly begged for mercy:
"We've got a flat tire, Shet, let go, my arm's going to break."

Ethan used his strength again, "Don't worry, it's not that easy to break."

"But if you dare to call me a bastard again, I'll break your bastard's arm, understand?"

Evan nodded quickly, and at this time his companion also ran over.

The girl in the blue vest quickly explained: "I'm very sorry, he was only angry for a while, and he didn't mean any harm. Can you let him go?"

"You bastard need to thank your friends and stop being so rude to girls in the future."

Ethan let go of his hand and slapped Evan's head.

Evan got out of control, took a few steps back, and looked at Ethan angrily.

Dalia knew that Ethan would not suffer, so she ignored the conflict between the two and calmly checked the condition of the car.

When the conflict was over, she came back helplessly and said to Ethan:

"We had a flat tire and a broken engine."

Ethan didn't have time to care about those people at this time, and hurried to the place where the car collided.White smoke billowed from the engine, and an unknown liquid dripped onto the ground.

He squatted down, and the tires in front of the car were punctured by several entangled wires and rolled into the wheels.

Ethan gritted his teeth, took out a cigarette and lit it, and stood up.

It's really not suitable to go out today. In this ghost mountain forest, there is no village in front and no shop in the back. How to fix it.

He rubbed his temples and walked back, seeing him turn around, those people stood together.

Ethan took a drag on his cigarette and looked at the people in front of him.

There are three women and two men, and they should all be students in school, judging by their attire.

The five of them looked at him warily, after all, they were facing strangers in the wilderness.

Ethan smiled at them, then spread his hands and said:

"My name is Ethan, and this is my friend Dalia."

"As you all know the situation, the vehicle has a flat tire, so we can't blame us for this."

He saw a girl with short red hair on the opposite side get excited, and continued:
"But don't worry, I will compensate for all the losses. After all, we hit it, okay?"

Hearing what he said, the girl with short red hair was relieved, and she said with a hint of tears:
"You have to guarantee that this is my mother's car. It was crashed this time, and she can't get around me."

Ethan quickly raised his hand, "No problem, I promise."

Hearing Ethan's words, the people on the opposite side also relaxed.

After all, the other party was still accompanied by a female companion, and he didn't look like a bad guy, and their car crashed after a tire blew out.

"Hi, I'm Carly."

At this moment, the girl with her black hair tied up and wearing a blue vest stepped forward, she blinked her watery eyes, and said helplessly:
"I don't know who did this kind of thing and threw the wire on the road."

"you are wrong."

A long-haired brown-haired girl in jeans and a white vest took a few steps forward.

She threw the bundle of wires in her hand to the ground, looked at Ethan and Dahlia, and said to Ethan in a crisp voice:

"It wasn't thrown from the car. Someone did it on purpose. The other end of the wire was tied to the tree trunk below the curb. We found it when we went down to check."

"By the way, my name is Jesse."

"It must have been done by a local, maybe there is an auto repair shop in front of it." A curly-haired boy standing behind said angrily.

Things have come to this point, it is useless to say.

Ethan and Dalia discussed a few words, and then Ethan said to them:

"We decided to move forward and find rescue. What are your plans?"

A few of them discussed, and Jessie, the brown-haired girl, and Carly, the black-haired girl who called them to stop the car at first, said they would go with them to seek rescue.

After hesitating for a while, Scott, the curly-haired boy, decided to set off together.

Evan, who was wearing glasses, refused to leave because of a skirmish with Ethan.

He decided to stay put and wait for the passing traffic with his girlfriend Francine, the owner of the white station wagon, the girl with the short red hair.

Ethan didn't say anything about it. It's a good thing to divide the troops into two groups at this time, maybe they can wait for the rescue sooner.

It is that he does not report any hope to passing vehicles. There are obviously fewer vehicles passing by on this road, and there are fallen leaves everywhere on the road.

Ethan and Dahlia returned to the car and took their belongings.

He poured out the contents of his backpack, packed some food and mineral water, thought for a while, and grabbed another bottle of whiskey.

He threw away the paper bag outside the bottle. Drinking outdoors is not allowed here, so they all adopted this deceptive method.

Put a paper bag on it, even if the police find it, they will usually pretend not to see it.

But at this time, Ethan didn't bother to pay attention to this rule. In this situation, he wished that someone would check on him.

After he put on his backpack, unscrewed the bottle and took a sip, he was noticed by others.

Francine, a girl with short red hair, had bright eyes and walked over with her waist twisted.

The short-sleeved POLO shirt on the upper body has been cut by her so that it can cover the breasts well, and the red hot pants with hip wrapping underneath reveal her fair thighs.

She leaned on the Chevrolet, crossed her long legs, and shook the short-sleeved polo shirt.

"Can I share a little?"

"How old are you?" Ethan glanced at her, and Francine was stunned.

"I'm kidding you, I don't care."

Ethan opened the car door, and whiskey, brandy, and wine were scattered under the seat.

He closed the car door again, emphatically to Francine, whose eyes were shining:
"I didn't give you permission to do anything, see what I mean?"

Francine nodded again and again, she happily rushed forward and hugged Ethan, and rubbed left and right a few times gratefully.

Feeling the spring in his arms, Ethan raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend, Evan.

(End of this chapter)