My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 22
After getting rid of the hidden danger of being accidentally injured by Siobhan, Ethan took the M4A1 and went around to the other side of the Ford F150. There was a big tree here, and he turned over and hid behind the trunk.

When Ethan was changing the magazine, the motorcycle party stopped when they heard the gunshots. Knowing that there were not many people in the ambush, they yelled and got up to aim and fight back.

With the sound of gunfire one after another, the Ford F150 heard the sound of being hit by bullets from time to time.

Ethan felt a pain in the flesh, because he was afraid that driving a police car here would scare the bikers away, so he could only drive his own car. It's a good thing now, and the insurance company probably won't pay.

He poked his head out from behind the tree trunk and looked out. The bikers hadn't noticed that he had shifted their positions.

On the side of the road, two people squatted halfway, holding pistols and shooting at their trucks. Not far away, there was a bearded man hiding behind an overturned motorcycle.

I saw him grinning ferociously, groping for a glass bottle from his arms with a black hooded hand, and then using a lighter to light the cloth strip stuffed in front of the bottle.

"I brought all the fucking Molotov cocktails."

Ethan didn't hesitate any longer, quickly picked up the gun, aimed at the ignited Molotov cocktail and pulled the trigger. With a crisp "bang", a ball of flame exploded.

As the flame exploded, the bearded smile froze instantly.

In the next moment, his whole body turned into a huge torch. He never thought that the self-made Molotov cocktail he learned after years of study in prison, but he didn't expect to set himself ablaze when he opened it for the first time.

There was a miserable howl in the dark night. Ethan looked at the humanoid torch writhing crazily on the ground, and sighed. He was soft-hearted and couldn't see people suffer, so he turned his eyes away.

Seeing the tragic situation of their companions, the remaining two were scared out of their wits. They didn't expect that their side would be wiped out in just a few minutes.

One of them threw away the emptied pistol in a panic, turned around and ran in another direction, burrowing into the night in a panic.

At this time, Siobhan appeared on the other side of the road.

She had long black hair hanging loose, held a Glock in her hand, and chased after the man with vigorous steps, and kept yelling, "Go to hell, you bloody bastards."

The two disappeared into the night one after the other, only to see the gunfire flickering seven or eight times, and then the gunfire stopped.

The remaining one was moving the heavy Harley motorcycle in horror, trying to escape with the car, but as Ethan fired a shuttle bullet, his whole body trembled a few times like an electric shock, and then lay on top of the motorcycle.

The human-shaped torch also stopped rolling at this time, only the fire was burning, and the scene suddenly became quiet. After seeing that there was no movement, Ethan swung the shoulder strap and threw the emptied M4A1 to his back.

He took out the 6-inch python revolver from the space, and after flicking the gun spent comfortably, he stepped on the bullet casings on the ground and walked out from the shadow behind the tree trunk.

The broken pieces of the Harley motorcycle were everywhere, and several corpses were lying on the ground.

Ethan approached the scene, and decisively covered his nose with one hand, feeling that he would not be able to eat barbecue within a few days, when he suddenly heard a snort, he gripped the python's revolver tightly, and walked over quickly.

Unexpectedly, the man with glasses who was shot first was still alive. He was panting heavily and lying on the ground, staring at Ethan with dead gray eyes through the broken glasses.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, "This is murder, without any warning, without showing your identity, I will sue you."

"Well, I'm sorry, I was too excited just now and forgot to identify myself, but you probably don't care, right?" Ethan scratched his head embarrassingly.

The man with eyes was so angry that he almost closed his breath, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

At this time, light footsteps sounded, and Ethan looked up. Siobhan walked over barefoot with a black Glock in his hand. His loose black hair was still wet. It seemed that he had just taken a shower.

She was wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a gray tank top.

His bare feet were covered with black soil, and when he walked over, he stepped on a piece of broken glass, bleeding red blood, Siobhan frowned, bent down to pull it out, and walked to Ethan's side.

"Are you done with that?"

"It's done." Siobhan weighed the gun in his hand.

She looked around with fear in her expression, "Thank you, if it wasn't for you, I don't know what would have happened."

"You're welcome, we're friends."

Ethan smiled at her, then walked a few steps aside, a handful of M1911 fell on the ground, and he kicked Colt lightly to the glasses man's hand.

"Fuck, what are you doing?"

The man with glasses looked at the Colt M1911 that had slid to his hand, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Ethan tapped the cold python lightly with his index finger. This expensive revolver made him lose a lot of money. I don't know how it feels.

"Pick it up" Ethan's cold voice sounded.

"Fuck, I don't want it. What do you want to do? Are you a policeman?"

The hand of the man with glasses that was close to M1911 also shrank back suddenly, and the pistol that was close to Chi Chi seemed to have turned into a ball of fiery coals.

"Did you see the police badge on me? That's your only chance, are you sure you don't want it?"

Ethan smiled at him, showing his white teeth, and raised the Python revolver.

Siobhan looked at the situation in front of him, hesitated to speak, then gritted his teeth, and slowly raised the Glock to point at the man with glasses.

The man with glasses looked at the two black muzzles in front of him, his pupils contracted violently a few times, and then he cursed frantically, "Fake, you two crazy bastards, I'm going to kill you."

He desperately reached for the pistol, and the moment his fingers touched the M1911, dense gunshots rang out.

Hearing the faint sound of the siren coming from a distance, Ethan pressed the bullet nest and tapped it lightly. Six bullet casings fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp impact sound.

The sound also brought Siobhan back to his senses, and he let go of the arm holding the gun.

"This is a private execution, which is not right." She murmured.

Ethan originally wanted to get rid of the man with glasses before Siobhan came back, but he didn't expect her to come back so soon, but he couldn't let go of this opportunity to avoid future troubles.

He was about to persuade him to say something, but to his surprise, Siobhan looked up at him, his eyes became extremely determined.

"Ethan, you don't need to enlighten me, I didn't stop you, and I chose to do so."

"This female cousin brought a few bastards here, wanted my life, burned my house, and I let him go to hell first."

Ethan lit a cigarette, took out the police badge and hung it on his chest, took off his coat and put it on for the excited Siobhan.

At this time, a police Chevrolet SUV drove over quickly with dazzling lights, and the vehicle stopped after the tires rubbed against the ground crazily and made a screeching sound.

(End of this chapter)