My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 352 You Are A Tough Guy

The trailer stopped, and a tall man with thick arms and round waist jumped out of the car.

He glanced at the scene of the car accident and frowned:

"Flynn, are you sure we're okay doing this?"

"You have messed up a business today, and now we are acting privately again, and Hogg will find us in trouble later."

"Aha."

After rummaging through the Ford, the cropped man excitedly raised the backpack in his hand: "If this is the harvest, I don't think Hogg will have any objections to us."

"Look, Ethan." The inch-cut man, that is, Flynn, had already opened the zipper of his backpack, and he was pawing at the mouth of the bag with both hands.

Inside the backpack was full of cash.

"Great gift Shet."

Ethan, with thick arms and round waist, covered his mouth with his hands and said excitedly, "There must be seven to eighty thousand here."

"At least one hundred thousand."

Flynn said excitedly: "I'll tell you, the backpack on this woman definitely contains a lot of money."

"These two guys run really fast. Fortunately, we took a shortcut, otherwise we would have let them run away."

"As long as the money is taken back, what else can Hogg say."

"Pull the car away first." Ethan pressed the remote control and put down the pallet: "If you can take so much money to go out, you should still have a lot of savings."

"Yes."

Flynn continued to rummage, taking both pistols from Ethan's body at the same time.

He still didn't forget to pinch Ethan's chin and said viciously:

"With a gun, right, tough guy."

Putting the gun on her body, Fra stood up:

"I'll take this woman back, you interrogate this man, bank card password and so on."

Ethan stopped what he was doing and grabbed his round belly:

"You have to wait for me first. If I find out that you do it first, I will tear your eggs off."

"Of course I will wait for you, we are good brothers."

Flynn shook the backpack on his hand, and said with a sneer: "I'm talking, as long as you have money, what kind of woman do you want?"

"I'll take her back first. When the time comes, the car can be repaired and sold for a profit."

The two laughed and moved their hands quickly.

"Whoa."

A bucket of water poured on Ethan's head and face, waking him up.

He shook his head and opened his eyes.

A sharp pain came from his head, his eyes were covered with blood, and everything he saw was a little red.

It was a dim room, like an auto repair shop, with messy auto parts on the wall, and a choking smell of motor oil in his nose.

"Finally woke up."

"Boom."

A burly man put down the bucket in his hand.

He walked to the wooden table in front of Ethan with heavy steps, and sat down on the table.

The wooden table was overwhelmed and creaked.

Ethan shook his head again to get rid of the dizziness. He was tied behind his back to a chair and turned on the radar. Only himself and the fat man in front of him were nearby.

After observing his current situation, he asked hoarsely:

"Where is my companion?"

"This is not something you should worry about." The burly man picked up a large dagger and wiped it back and forth with the rag in his hand.

The dagger was about twenty centimeters long including the handle, and the blade made the man in front of him shine coldly.

"Then what should I worry about?"

Ethan raised his head, a smile appeared on his bloodied face.

"puff."

The man stuck the dagger heavily on the wooden table, and asked with fierce eyes: "Tell me your bank card password, and I will give you a happy, otherwise."

"No, or else." Ethan took a mouthful of bloody saliva:
"Actually, I have a very valuable thing on me. Have you got it yet?"

I didn't expect Ethan to cooperate like this. The man pulled out his dagger, his eyes gleamed: "What is it?"

"Gold-plated Colt M1911."

Ethan wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and spat out another mouthful of blood: "Have you ever seen such a beautiful gun?"

"Bangdang."

The dagger fell to the ground with a few crisp sounds.

Looking at the gleaming golden pistol in Ethan's hand, the fat on this tall fat man's face trembled, he turned around suddenly, and wanted to run to the side.

"boom."

The gilded Colt roared for the first time after coming to Ethan for so long.

The bullet hit the knee of the little O'Neill in front of him, splashing a flower of blood.

"what!"

He screamed and fell to the ground with a bang.

Ethan stood up, and the wooden chair under him suddenly disappeared like a carton, and then reappeared in place.

The rope that bound his feet was also hanging on the chair.

Ethan broke free from the restraints in an instant, and walked to the table where he wanted to jump, ignoring the fat man who was moaning on the ground.

Reclaiming the gold-plated M1911 into space, he picked up the double-barreled shotgun on the table.

Push down the barrel, and there are two loaded shotguns inside.

"who are you?"

The trumpet O'Neill looked at Ethan in horror, as if he saw a demon, his forehead under the hood was covered with fine sweat.

Ethan closed the barrel of the gun, lowered the muzzle, and pressed it against his head:
"Now I ask, you answer."

With wet hair hanging down, Ethan's face was covered with bloodstains, his eyes were cold: "Understood?"

Small O'Neill looked terrified, but closed his mouth tightly.

"I appreciate you, you are a tough guy."

Ethan put away the shotgun, walked to the side and picked up the dagger that fell on the ground.

He walked up to the strong man again, put his gun against the strong man's jaw, knelt down on one knee and asked impatiently:
"I have a headache now, please tell me, where is your companion?"

"Most importantly, where is my companion?"

The man's lips quivered, but he remained silent.

Ethan looked down suspiciously, his knife was not misplaced, this is the first person who can not speak in the face of such a threat.

When the blade deflected, a cold light flashed, bringing out a stream of blood.

"Fakyu."

The man trembled instantly due to the severe pain. Regardless of the gun on his chin, he swung his huge fist at Ethan.

Ethan quickly withdrew his knife and pointed straight ahead.

With a gust of wind, the fist slammed heavily on the tip of the knife.

"Shh."

The dagger pierced through the bone of the hand and protruded from the wrist.

"Shet!!!"

The strong man's scalp was numb from the pain, and his whole body was out of anger. Like a bull, he rushed towards Ethan regardless.

Ethan pulled the trigger decisively, and the double-barreled shotgun spewed out flames.

"Boom."

A cloud of blood rose up, and half of this strong man's head was blown away by the shotgun. The white wall behind was covered with a large amount of red paste.

The gunfire stopped, and the huge body fell back heavily.

"Hiss."

The sound of spraying water mist was heard, and the soaring bloody smell immediately filled the nostrils, and the ground was quickly dyed red.

Ethan wiped his face and wiped the blood off it.

With a light wave of the palm, a red mark was thrown on the concrete floor.

I still have a splitting headache, and I really don't want to fight with a person of this physique, so I had no choice but to blast him to death.

All the way was safe and sound, but I didn't expect that after leaving home for a few days, the boat capsized in the gutter.

Thinking of this, Ethan cursed inwardly.

(End of this chapter)