My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 153 Accidental Gunshot
Dalia waved the machete that Ethan handed her back and forth, and said in a flat tone:

"He's a cop, and a cop with an amazing record."

Under the surprised eyes of several of them, Ethan grabbed the bullets in the cabinet and put them in his pocket.

He looked up and shrugged at Scott.

"Do you still have any questions?"

"No problem, you can do whatever you want."

Scott shook his head quickly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he usually disliked those wearing blue clothes, but at this time, he only hoped that there would be as many people wearing blue uniforms around him as possible.

After learning that the gentle Ethan in front of them is a policeman, Jesse and Carly were surprised and felt much more at ease.

Ethan was not too optimistic. There were fourteen of these people just now, including the owner of the gas station.

Now he has solved three, but there are still eleven people.

When they were eating, the big head also said that someone was standing guard outside, and wondered if there would be more.

When thinking of this, Ethan said in a deep voice:
"You should have heard what they said just now. There are forests for dozens of miles around here."

"There are two ways. First, go out in the woods, but if you get lost, the situation will be very dangerous."

"The second method is to grab the car and rush out along the road. You may be able to escape quickly, but it will also be very dangerous."

Finding a shotgun in the house meant that other people would have guns in their hands as well, and in that case it was difficult for him to keep everyone safe.

After speaking, Ethan put the shotgun under his arm and said first:

"I want to give it a go and grab the car."

Scott swallowed, and was about to object.

The other three girls all nodded one after another. Afraid of being left behind, he quickly nodded in agreement.

This is why Ethan took the lead in expressing his opinion. At this time, people will have a herd mentality.

Dahlia must obey his arrangement unconditionally. As long as one person keeps up, the other person will be more inclined to the other party's ideas.

Ethan has a gun in his hand now, and he wants to give it a go.

These people have been wandering in the mountains all year round. Even if the opponent is not a professional hunter, if they run around in the forest, they are easy to be hunted down.

When Francine fell in front of him, Ethan noticed the arrow protruding from her eye socket.

Seeing that the opinions were unified, Ethan hesitated, took the machete from Dalia's hand, and handed her the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

"I'll go to another house and find the car keys."

Ethan looked at his watch, "It won't be 10 minutes at the latest, you guys wait for me in this room first, it's safe here for the time being."

"It's okay, I'm here."

Dahlia tightly held the shotgun in her hand, and nodded firmly.

Under the worried eyes of several other people, Ethan quietly opened the door and looked out.

He turned around and made a no-problem gesture, and disappeared at the door in a flash.

Jesse hurried forward and closed the door, and several people in the room waited anxiously.

Ethan walked out of the cabin, the afternoon sun was shining brightly.

He bent over to the side of the house, moving quickly among the clutter that lay around the house.

After advancing for a certain distance, we came to the side of a house.

Hearing the noise coming from inside, Ethan leaned up and looked inside through the gray glass.

The inside of the room was also messy. There was a big bed next to the wall, and there were several shotguns beside the bed.

He looked at the few people on the big bed and clenched the machete in his hand.

On the bed, there are men, women and children, all entangled together, constantly grinding the steel bars.

Most of the people inside have distorted faces and weird looks. Recalling their conversations at the dinner table, it gives people a feeling of mental retardation.

He couldn't help but think of what Brock told as an anecdote when he was on patrol.

In remote places with few people, there are some ethnic groups living in seclusion.

They hardly communicate with the outside world and only live in their own small world.

Some of these populations have reproduced for a long time and become deformed children, mostly caused by inbreeding.

These people have hideous faces and twisted minds.

In this environment, they generally lived by hunting, but it was hard to say what they were hunting, and some even preyed on humans.

When Ethan expressed doubts, Brock shrugged his shoulders and said something very reasonable.

"It's a fucking world, how do you know some fucking stuff won't happen."

Brock finally used a few simple words to describe these people, mountain cannibals.

But now, what I met was obviously the mountain cannibal that Brock mentioned as an anecdote.

Ethan saw a strong man hugging an old woman and grinding the steel bars, so he couldn't watch it anymore.

He bent down and continued to look for a suitable target.

Not long after, Ethan stopped beside a quiet house, and he also looked inside.

The thin man lay on the bed and fell asleep, scratching his chest from time to time.

Ethan hurriedly went around to the door, put his palm on it and pressed it.

None of these people had the habit of locking the door, so he carefully pushed open the wooden door and got in.

Ethan first rummaged through the clothes on the ground, but he couldn't find it, so he pressed the machete directly on the man's neck.

The cold blade touched the flesh, and the sleeping man opened his eyes.

Ethan suppressed his discomfort, stepped on the bed, and pressed the dirty clothes that he grabbed in his hand to his mouth.

"Can you understand me?"

He used a little strength to hold the machete, and the blade cut through the flesh, and blood flowed down.

The man felt the pain and quickly blinked his eyelids.

That's right, if she really gave birth to that kind of idiot who can't understand, these people probably wouldn't hesitate to kill her.

Ethan looked into his eyes and asked in a low voice:
"Where are the car keys?"

The man stared blankly for a moment, then blinked.

Ethan slowly took the clothes away, and secretly exerted force with the hand holding the machete. If there was anything wrong with him, he would wipe it off with a single stroke.

The man looked at the knife in Ethan's hand, and said vaguely with his tongue:

"Under the pillow."

Ethan stared at him, then groped his hand under his pillow.

After a few gropings, his fingers touched a cold metal object, his face beamed with joy, and he pulled his hand out of the pillow.

A bunch of car keys suddenly appeared in his hand. Looking at the sign, it was a Ford.

Seeing the corner of Ethan's raised mouth, the man stammered quickly:

"Please, I don't want to die."

Ethan nodded, agreeing, "You're right, no one wants to die."

He tightened his grip on the knife, and wiped it down hard with his backhand.

The blood vessels were severed, and the blood mist sprayed out far away.

He quickly took a few steps back and concluded that this guy must have high blood pressure.

At this time, there was a noise inside.

Ethan turned his head abruptly, a wooden door was opened, and a naked ugly woman came out.

Her mouth is wide open, the degree of opening and closing that normal people can't do.

"whoosh"

Before she could make any sound, Ethan waved his arms with all his might.

The machete flew out of his hand with a cold light, directly missed the entrance, and nailed the woman to the wooden door.

The wooden plate in her hand fell, and a pile of dried meat strips fell out.

Ethan walked over with a cold face, stepped on her chest, reached out to hold the trembling handle of the knife, and pulled the machete out of her mouth.

"boom."

A muffled gunshot rang out.

(End of this chapter)