My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 152

As the movement of the bed board became louder, the expressions of the people hiding below became unnatural.

Between panic and anger, there was also a hint of embarrassment.

Especially Carly, her mouth was covered, her body was still pressed, and she felt that her breathing was a bit difficult.

She twisted her body vigorously, trying to let Ethan let go.

After a few twists, her body froze, and then quickly softened.

Ethan sees his nose with his eyes, his heart with his nose, and the universe with his heart.

There was no effect, the violent movement of the bed board and the deafening sound caused his universe to expand rapidly.

Carly clearly felt that what is meant by oppression is getting bigger and bigger.

She looked to the side and saw Dahlia staring at her, and Carly felt extremely embarrassed when she remembered that she was the man's girlfriend.

Unexpectedly, Dahlia blinked at her quickly.

Carly's face was hot, and she immediately closed her eyes.

Ethan spent a tormenting half an hour before the movement in his head finally stopped.

After a while, the snoring sounded.

After waiting for another ten minutes, he heard the breathing above him calm down, and he winked at the people next to him.

Just as she was about to get up, she found that Carly was holding her tightly with her hands, her eyes still closed.

In desperation, he had no choice but to move his waist.

Carly let out a heavy snort, then opened her eyes.

Ethan pouted at her, indicating that he wanted to go out.

Carly's ears were red, and she quickly let go of her hands.

Ethan carefully got out from under the bed, pressing his hands to signal the people inside not to move.

He crawled to the front of the bed on hands and feet, then stood up quietly.

The three of them were sleeping soundly on the bed with their eyelids tightly closed.

The man lying in the middle was a man named Datou, with muscle bumps all over his body, dark skin, and messy long hair.

He opened his arms wide, hugging left and right.

Two blond women rested on his strong arms with satisfied expressions on their faces.

Don't look at the general appearance, the curve is amazing.

Ethan moved his feet and walked slowly towards the stove.

There was a machete on the desk, the handle of the knife was tightly wrapped with cloth strips, and the blade was stained with blood.

He reached out to hold the handle of the knife, lifted the machete, then picked up a piece of rag next to it, grabbed the blade, and wiped it slowly.

Ethan walked to the bed with the machete in hand, and looked coldly at the three people lying on the bed.

Perhaps it was because he had been in the mountains all year round, this man named Datou was extremely sensitive, he opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Ethan.

The cold light fell.

puff.

A short and dull sound made the people hiding below tremble for a moment, and the bedding above the bed was quickly stained red.

Jessie's pupils constricted, and she immediately guessed what Ethan was doing.

She gritted her teeth, not feeling the slightest bit of fear, but feeling extremely happy.

Ethan cut off his neck with a powerful and heavy knife, and the blade even sank a few inches into the bed.

The sudden sound woke up the sleeping women on both sides, and opened their eyes in a daze.

At this time, Ethan had pulled out the machete.

Before the two naked women could make a sound, he quickly chopped them off with a knife like chopping vegetables.

At this moment, the bedding was finally soaked, and red water droplets dripped slowly.

"Come out."

Ethan retracted the machete with a wave, and a streak of blood was thrown out on the ground.

After hearing his voice, the few people who were suffering from suffocation quickly climbed out.

"your backpack."

Scott hands Ethan his backpack and looks back

Seeing the three people lying on the bed separated from each other, he covered his mouth and felt nauseated.

Dahlia reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulled it to him, and said in a low voice:

"If you feel like throwing up, think about what two of your friends went through."

Scott's face turned blue and then pale, swallowed up and down his Adam's apple a few times, and then nodded emphatically.

Jesse and Carly gritted their teeth and walked to the back. Afraid of any accidents, Ethan handed the machete to Dahlia and quickly followed.

Weeping softly, the two of them stood at the door of the toilet, covering their mouths with their hands, their shoulders twitching constantly.

Ethan walked behind them, Francine and Evan were lying on the floor of the toilet, their abdomens had been ruptured.

He didn't say anything else, he just put his arms around Jesse and Carly and stepped back.

Not to mention people I know, even strangers, normal people would not be able to bear this kind of scene.

People with poor psychological endurance will directly have a nervous breakdown.

Carly burst into tears and tried to grab the door frame.

She wanted to take her two friends away, but her arms still hung limply.

Now in this situation, I don't know if I can survive.

Carried back to the hall by Ethan, Jesse's strong desire to survive forced Jesse to stand still.

She wiped the tears off her face with trembling hands, took a few deep breaths and looked at Ethan.

"What do we do now?"

Ethan looked at the clothes on the bedside, "Let's find out if there is anything we can use."

"car key."

Jesse reacted in an instant, and resisted the discomfort to grab the blood-stained clothes on the bedside.

She raised her clothes and rummaged for a while, then sighed helplessly.

Seeing this, everyone had no choice but to look for someone to take advantage of in the house.

Ethan pursed his lips and looked around. He walked quickly to the foot of the bed. There was an old double-barreled shotgun, and the handle of the shotgun was even wrapped with tape.

He lifted the shotgun, lowered the barrel, and loaded two rounds into the magazine.

Ethan closed the barrel with a click, and then searched in the small cabinet next to him, but found no spare bullets.

He scanned the crowd, then reached into the cabinet, and in an instant a Python revolver appeared in his hand.

The only three .357 Magnum pistol bullets left in the space also fell into the cabinet.

"Shet, it's easy to handle with this thing."

Scott saw the double-barreled shotgun in his hand at this moment, and came over with a table knife.

When Ethan took out the revolver from the small cabinet, his eyes lit up even more.

Scott put down the knife and rubbed his hands vigorously.

"Can you give me a hand?"

Ethan looked at his eager look, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he flatly refused.

"No."

"why?"

Scott said hurriedly, "Don't worry, I've been to the gun shop before."

Ethan shook his head, opened the cylinder of the revolver and checked it, it was full of bullets, he stuffed the silver python revolver on his back with satisfaction.

"Dude, don't you believe me?" Scott became anxious when he saw Ethan still refused.

Noticing the voice here, the three women on the other side came together.

Dahlia spoke first, "It's not that he doesn't believe in you, Ethan just believes in himself more."

Carly held the table knife in her hand and asked curiously:

"What do you mean by that?"

Jesse also cast a curious look, while Scott was unconvinced.

　Big Brother Xianyu, you shouldn't be angry, right?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)