My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 162 Asking for directions again
These gaudy jewelry made the eyes of several women shine.

But when they saw blood stains on the jewelry, they lost interest immediately, and Carly closed the wooden cabinet with a bang.

Ethan walked to the wooden shelf on the side, glanced back and forth, and stopped on a small box, which was still locked.

These people don't even lock the door, why would they put a padlock on a small box.

He suddenly became interested, picked up the shotgun, and smashed the ready position with the handle of the gun.

The lock fell off, and Ethan reached out and opened the lid of the box.

The moment the box was opened, Ethan's breath became heavy.

Inside were neatly placed a small pile of rectangular metal blocks smaller than a palm, and the charming colors made his eyes shine.

"God."

At this time Dahlia also came to him, and she couldn't help but let out a sound of wonder when she saw what was inside.

Ethan counted silently, and there were a total of ten gold bars placed in the box.

Looking at the rough shape, it should be made by these cannibal mountain people after melting the gold ornaments on tourists.

He grabbed one and weighed it a few times. A gold bar is about one kilogram.

That is to say, there is a gold bar of about ten kilograms, which is very valuable. A rough estimate can sell for three to four million dollars.

Ethan shook his head, wondering how these cannibal mountain people got so much gold.

He picked up the heavy small box and put it on the wooden table next to him. There was a muffled bang, which attracted the attention of Dahlia and the others.

Seeing the gold in the box, their eyes sparkled several times brighter than before.

Several people glanced at each other, then nodded knowingly.

Dahlia and the others picked up two gold bars at the same time and started playing with them excitedly.

Looking at the four gold bars left in the box, Ethan unceremoniously reached out and grabbed the gold.

After enjoying the heavy feel for a while, he stuffed the gold bar into the pocket of his jeans.

Four kilograms of gold sounds like a lot, but its density is high, so it is small and can be easily stuffed into trouser pockets, which means that the belt bears a lot of pressure.

Stimulated by gold, they sped up their action.

After a while, Jesse was pleasantly surprised to find several disassembled steering wheels in a cabinet.

The moment they saw the steering wheel, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

On the pickup truck, Ethan sat in front of the driver's seat and installed the steering wheel in his hand.

Ethan put the key into the keyhole, and the heads of the three women came together, and their eyes all fell on his hand.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned the key.

When the sound of the car sounded, Carly burst into tears of joy, and the girls hugged each other happily.

Ethan put into gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the car moved forward slowly.

Both Carly and Jesse stuck their heads out of the car window, looking at the houses behind them with complicated expressions.

After driving along the mountain road for half an hour, a house appeared in front of us.

The house blocked the road behind, and there was a fence blocking the fork in the road. People who didn't know it thought it was a private place.

Ethan stopped the car and broke into the room with a Beretta M9.

After several shots were fired, he strode out of the house.

Two hours into the mountains along the road, suddenly a sound came from the car radio.

The sudden sound woke up the sleeping people, Jesse sat up straight in an instant, and took out the phone from his pocket.

"Thank God, there is a signal."

She swiped open the screen in surprise, and hurriedly opened the dial to call the police immediately.

"stop."

Ethan immediately stopped her movements and shook his head quickly.

Jesse stopped and asked puzzledly:

"Shouldn't we call the police?"

"You're right, we really shouldn't call the police." Ethan struggled to grab the phone from his pocket and handed it to Dalia who was sitting beside him.

"We're looking for the FBI."

These cannibal mountain people have been raging in the deep mountains for many years, and even opened a gas station selling stolen goods. Ethan has to wonder if anyone in the local police station is cooperating with them, or even one of them.

Ethan turned his head and said to Dalia:
"Help me find a person named Racine in the address book."

After the call was made, Dalia handed the phone to Ethan. After a few rings, the phone was connected, and Racine's hoarse voice came from the other end.

After the last closed hearing, everyone in the Banshee Township Police Department had the cell phone number of FBI Special Agent Racine on file.

Due to distrust of the local police department, Ethan decided to contact the federal department directly.

The sun was shining brightly in the morning, and a pickup truck drove into a dilapidated gas station.

The vehicle stopped slowly, and the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded.

"Sir, is it convenient to ask the way?"

The person sleeping on the couch took off his straw hat impatiently, and said vaguely:
"Where to go?"

"hell."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ethan's mouth.

The old white man with dry hair and few teeth, looked at the black barrels pointed at him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"I'm just a gas station owner, what are you doing?"

"If you're not an idiot, please don't act like one."

Ethan threw the machete in his hand to the old man, "Go to your family, they are waiting for you in hell."

Carly, Jesse, Dahlia, and Ethan stood side by side, pointing the shotgun firmly at the old man named Oliver.

His lips trembled when he heard what Ethan said, "You killed my family?"

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Not one left."

Oliver raised his head suddenly, his eyes looked like a beast, he didn't grab the machete, but reached out and touched under the couch.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Ethan's mouth, and he pulled the trigger violently.

Jesse and the others followed one after another, and the gunshots rang out violently, and countless bullets sprayed on Oliver's body, causing blood to fly everywhere in an instant.

The two rounds in the shotgun have been fired, and Carly is still gritting her teeth and pulling the trigger.

She didn't stop until Ethan pressed the barrel.

At this time, Oliver, who was sleeping on the recliner, was already out of shape.

Ethan squatted down, and there was a shotgun under the recliner. These bastards really have a soft spot for double-barreled shotguns.

He threw away the shotgun in his hand, took out the Beretta M9 and broke into the house. Oliver was the only one in this place, as can be seen from the arrangement on the bed.

The wooden house is full of sundries, and next to the kitchen is a refrigerator.

Ethan opened the refrigerator, and the fresh-keeping layer was filled with beer and food. The corner of his mouth twitched as he watched the food, then picked up a piece of beer and walked out.

After waiting for half an hour, Ethan and the others almost drank all the beer in the refrigerator, when the sound of vehicles driving was heard in the distance.

FBI special agent Racine saw the sign of the gas station and turned the car in. He stopped the car, grabbed his gray hair and got out of the car.

Racine looked at the scene in front of him and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"Shet."

On the recliner at the door of the wooden house, lay a humanoid object, and the ground was covered with blood and flesh.

At the base of the wall next to it, a man and three women were wearing blood-stained clothes and sitting against the wall basking in the sun. Looking at the expressions on their faces, it seemed as if they were on vacation.

They had beer in hand and shotguns at their feet.

"Special Agent Racine, I am deeply saddened by your distrust of me, and I pledge my profession."

Seeing that there was only one car coming, Ethan reluctantly picked up the last can of beer and stood up.

(End of this chapter)