My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 335 Fire
The curtains are blown by the night wind, attracting light and shadow changes.

Rivera knelt down on one knee and looked towards the balcony calmly. The next moment, she narrowed her eyes, and sure enough, two black shadows came out from the side of the balcony.

She pulled the trigger immediately, and the bullet flew out full of anger.

The two people who were thinking of making a surprise attack were instantly knocked to the ground by a stream of bullets before they had time to react.

Rivera continued to grit her teeth and shoot, until the heads of the two men exploded with blood mist in turn, then released the trigger in relief, while continuing to be on guard.

Ethan released the trigger of the submachine gun, and when he came to the door of the bedroom, the three people inside had already been turned over.

Two men in black died on the spot, and the remaining one covered his stomach with his hands. Blood flowed from his fingers, and there was a groaning sound from under the black mask.

From the dim door, a shirtless man walked in. His body was exceptionally strong, and the submachine gun in his hand was emitting a faint light.

Seeing Ethan approaching, the man in black had endless panic in his eyes.

The action that was thought to be foolproof ended in this kind of result. The person in front of him seemed to know their actions like the back of his hand.

Just as he was about to charge out, the bullet shot in through the wooden wall.

Ethan strode forward and tore off the remaining hood of the man in black.

I don't know him, he's white, he looks about 30 years old.

"Who sent you here?"

Ethan squatted down, his eyes were cold, and the muzzle moved back and forth between the man's lower body and chest: "It's up to you to hit the top or the bottom."

"Vaughan."

Until now, the white man gritted his teeth and admitted his mistake, and said with pale lips, "Vaughn told us to come here."

"Are you from the Patriot Militia?"

Ethan held his submachine gun against his heart, tilted his head and asked, "How do you know the address here?"

"Yes, Patriot."

The white man panted, "We just obeyed the order, killed all the people in the house, and retrieved some CDs and notebooks."

"As for other things, we don't know."

"Is there anything else I need to know?" Ethan stared into his eyes:

"Are there any snipers out there?"

"No, swear to my family."

The white man's lips turned white: "Please, give me a break, it hurts too much."

"boom."

Lowering the muzzle of the gun, Ethan squatted on the spot and thought for a while, then stood up.

Looking at the ruined bedroom, he sighed heavily, and when he walked out of the bedroom, Rivera quickly gestured to him, looking cautious.

"Just these people, I just asked."

Ethan scratched his head, threw the submachine gun to the ground, and made a muffled bang.

"How do you know?" Rivera relaxed a little and asked in a low voice:

"What if I'm lying to you?"

"Then slowly raise your gun."

Ethan picked up his python revolver, opened the cylinder, and the six empty shell casings inside fell out.

After turning around twice, he was burned by the barrel of the gun as soon as he inserted it into the basketball pants, and he quickly pulled the gun out.

"idiot."

Seeing his unscrupulous appearance, Li Weila chuckled lightly, and put down the submachine gun she was holding tightly.

But when she saw the house turned into a battlefield, she wanted to cry but had no tears.

The mortgage has not yet been paid off, and it has been destroyed like this. The insurance company will not pay for it. The 3 yuan I just received tonight is not enough to repair the house.

Seeing her pursed mouth, Ethan stepped forward and said very apologetically:

"sorry."

"It's none of your business."

Rivera took out her cell phone and wanted to dial the police.

When she just turned on the phone, she thought of something, and the movement of her hand stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Rivera's feet went limp and she slumped on the ground.

Ethan sighed and continued:
"very sorry."

Rivera shook her head slowly, her face blank, and her phone dropped aside.

"Where is your family?"

Ethan pursed his lips, knelt down and looked at her: "We need to find your family as soon as possible, don't worry, I will take responsibility."

"My life is ruined." Rivera raised her head and stared blankly at Ethan:

"My life was ruined."

"I have worked so hard to get this far, and now everything is gone."

"Answer my question." Ethan put down his pistol, held her face with both hands, and asked in a deep voice:

"Where is your family, tell me?"

Li Weila regained her senses and said silently:

"I have no family, just myself."

She looked at Ethan, gritted her teeth, dropped the submachine gun, and hit Ethan with both fists indiscriminately.

This time Ethan didn't dare to dodge, he turned his head and let her hit him hard.

After punching Ethan a few times, Rivera hugged him tightly, and then bit him hard on the shoulder.

"hiss!"

Ethan took a deep breath and begged for mercy:

"It hurts, it hurts, take it easy."

After biting for a few seconds, Rivera released her mouth in relief.

"No time, hurry up and pack your valuables, we need to leave immediately."

Ethan rubbed his shoulders vigorously, and now the bandages on one side and the teeth marks on the other are perfectly aligned.

Being approached by Booth's people meant that Rivera had been exposed.

According to the information obtained by Ethan and the others, and the strength possessed by the interest groups headed by Senator McLaughlin, now that Rivera has been exposed, her current life will be directly declared over.

This is not a problem that can be solved by killing Booth or McLaughlin. Rivera has already entered the vision of those people.

What they want to do has harmed the interests of too many people.

As long as Rivera still lives with this identity, she will face endless revenge, whether it is openly or secretly.

The moment Rivera picked up the phone, she realized this.

No matter what kind of witness protection, or even go to the FBI, it's all useless.

It will only make it easier for those people to do it and die quietly.

I have also heard a little about the death list of the Clintons in my previous life, but in reality, it will only be more exaggerated.

Ethan also understood this, so he said sorry to Rivera, although Rivera took the initiative to find Ethan and wanted to arrest him.

However, Li Weila did provide Ethan with a lot of help in the end.

Because of this, her life was indeed ruined.

Rivera cheered up, ran to the room quickly, and stuffed all her valuables and a few pieces of underwear into the small backpack.

Looking at the dilapidated room, she wiped away her tears.

She wanted to open the wardrobe, but just as she stretched out her hand, the door collapsed to the side. Fortunately, her favorite brown leather jacket was intact.

After a while, Rivera appeared in the living room wearing boots, jeans, and a brown leather jacket.

"If you dare to ignore me."

In addition to carrying a small backpack, Rivera also held an assault rifle picked up from the bedroom in her hand. Holding the rifle, she said viciously:
"I swear to God, I'll shoot you in the face."

Seeing her so hot, Ethan raised his eyebrows.

Rivera took a look at her house, picked up a gun and took a barrel of gasoline from the garage, poured it on the floor.

After a while, the two walked outside the house.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan lit the fire and handed her the lighter.

"This is my house."

After looking at the house for a while, Rivera threw the lighter in: "It can only be destroyed by me, I will not let those bastards spy on my life through the house again."

The raging fire ignited, illuminating their faces brightly.

(End of this chapter)