My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 270
When he realized something was wrong, his head was already pushed up by the hot muzzle of the gun.

The flower headscarf trembled all over, and the trouser pockets quickly became wet.

Ethan frowned when he smelled urine. He didn't bother to shoot this kind of coward. It's better to be more humane and send him to the prison to pick up soap.

He swung the butt of the gun and smashed it hard, knocking the flower headscarf unconscious.

The sound of dense footsteps sounded, accompanied by Siobhan's loud shout: "Brock, are you okay?"

Brock put away his gun: "It's okay, Ethan is here, come in."

Emmett and Siobhan took a fighting stance and quickly walked in from the entrance with their pistols in hand.

Inside the Savoy Gentlemen's Club, it had already been badly beaten by a gun battle.

There were several corpses on the ground, and the ground was full of empty bullet casings.

There are bullet holes in the walls, in the equipment, everywhere.

It is estimated that without ten days and half a month of renovation, the Savoy Gentlemen's Club will not be able to reopen.

Ethan greeted Siobhan, took the handcuffs she handed over, and locked the flower turban.

As for the wad of cash in his pocket, Ethan wiped it and disappeared without a trace. It was all Proctor's apology for not providing him with a peace of mind service.

Under the evacuation of Emmett and the others, the guests and staff in the club left the scene in a hurry.

After Jia Bo nodded with him, he also left quickly.

Ethan walked to the side of the dance floor, grabbed Tommy's face and turned it over to have a look.

With a shot right between the eyebrows, he was already dead.

No way, the gun is still fast.

An hour later, in the Savoie Gentlemen's Club

The shiny black leather shoe stepped on a bullet casing, crushed it back and forth a few times, and was kicked away by the owner of the shoe.

Empty shell casings fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

This crisp voice echoed.

At this time, it is absolutely impossible.

The club will only be noisy, the seats are full, the cheers of pleasure-seekers and the smiles of strippers are everywhere.

But now, this place is as quiet as a ghost.

It can be seen with the naked eye that a large amount of equipment has been damaged, not counting other losses. The cost of replacing the equipment alone is an astronomical sum.

The crooked spotlight, like a mockery, barely emitted a tinge of red light.

The red light reflected on the face of the owner of the leather shoes, expressionless.

"Who is leading the charge?"

A voice as cold as frost resounded.

"According to the police, it was Tommy Littlestone. He has been shot dead." Borden took a step forward and said in a deep voice:

"He's Chelton's brother."

Proctor clenched his fists tightly, he turned around, his eyes were full of murderous intent:
"Even if he is already dead, I have to kill him again. This is my warning. This is the price for daring to touch my things."

"clear."

Borden nodded, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Rebecca sat in a chair that was still in good condition, quietly watching the club as it was now.

It's just that her chest rising and falling sharply revealed that her heart was not peaceful.

Proctor understood her feelings, and since he handed over the club to Rebecca, she had put a lot of effort into it.

But now all these painstaking efforts are ruined.

"Let's go."

Rebecca raised her head, ignored Proctor's outstretched hand, and said stubbornly:
"I'm going with Borden."

After a moment of silence, Proctor nodded.

Only then did Rebecca grab his palm and stand up. After looking back bitterly, she left the club with Proctor.

The next day, the back door of Banshee Town Hospital.

A brand-new Mercedes-Benz was parked in the shade of a tree by the side of the road. After waiting for two hours, Rebecca took out a cigarette impatiently.

As soon as the lid of the lighter was lifted, it was taken away by the person next to it.

Under her astonished gaze, the expressionless Borden stuffed the lighter into his pocket.

Thinking that he was a clean freak, Rebecca shook her head helplessly.

She simply opened the door and got out of the car, and borrowed a fire from a passerby.

I didn't expect that going on a mission with Borden would be so boring, she wouldn't be allowed to touch the steering wheel, and she didn't say a word for a long time, which made her very bored.

Just as Rebecca was puffing out smoke, a red van slowly drove up in the distance.

She narrowed her eyes and tapped on the car window lightly with her left hand.

Borden looked up and noticed that the driver was two Indians, his arms were covered with tattoos of the Redbone Gang, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Boom."

There was a sound of closing the door, and Borden pointed to the inside of the car: "Get in the car and wait, I'll take a look."

Rebecca nodded, threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.

When Borden walked towards the back door of the hospital, Rebecca walked to the driver's seat with a smile.

She stretched out her hand to open the car door, and sat in unceremoniously.

A few minutes later, Borden hurried back, and the red van in front was slowly driving out.

Seeing Rebecca sitting in the driver's seat, Borden's face froze and he looked at her numbly.

"Get in the car, what are you waiting for?
Borden squeezed his hands and lowered his face: "Let me drive, your driving experience is not enough."

"Believe me."

Rebecca stopped talking nonsense and reached out to raise the car window.

Looking at the red van going away, Borden had no choice but to walk quickly to the co-pilot, open the door and get in the car.

"You're sure they're here to get Tommy Littlestone's body?"

Rebecca asked in a deep voice and started the vehicle.

"Ah."

Borden just snorted and didn't speak.
A smile appeared on the corner of Rebecca's mouth, she stepped on the accelerator, and followed the vehicle in front to Route [-].

This road is the only way to get to the settlement of the Chino tribe, and there is no other road for several miles.

She glanced in the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel, and slammed on the accelerator.

The black Mercedes quickly left the red van behind, and continued to drive forward rapidly.

Borden put down the gun in his hand: "What do you want to do?"

"Have some fun."

Rebecca replied casually, she slowed down and turned the steering wheel quickly.

Following the movement of her hand, the car quickly turned around and stopped in place after leaving a few black marks on the concrete road.

After a while, the vehicle carrying Tommy's body appeared within the field of vision.

Seeing that the Mercedes-Benz that was still behind just now stopped in the middle of the road and faced him, the red van also stopped quickly.

Rebecca thought of the ruined club, and the Mercedes roared a few times.

The tires also rubbed against the ground frantically, emitting puffs of white smoke like an angry bull.

The red van did not show any weakness, and responded with double flashing lights.

Borden looked at the excited Rebecca, and silently put on his seat belt.

After a frantic friction, the two cars rushed toward each other like arrows flying off the string.

Rebecca gripped the steering wheel tightly, grinning sneeringly.

The two cars got closer and closer, and Borden could even see the pimples on the face of the man driving the opposite car, and he gripped the handrail nervously.

At the critical moment, the driver on the other side could no longer face the fear in his heart.

His hands swung the steering wheel uncontrollably, and the two cars passed by, bringing out a wisp of sparks.

"Boom."

The van suddenly lost control and turned over out of thin air.

(End of this chapter)