My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 357 No One Survives
"Boom."

Windows were smashed and glass shattered.

This movement startled several people in the room. The black-haired woman hurriedly dropped the wine bottle and picked up the pistol beside her.

Flynn also quickly hid behind the pillar and aimed his gun at the window.

The stone that fell on the floor rolled a few times and stopped at the sofa.

After a while of silence, the windows on the other side were also smashed with stones.

Suddenly, the two people who were highly nervous opened fire one after another. After two gunshots, only the curtains fluttered in the wind, and two small holes were broken in them.

Looking at the stone on the ground, the black-haired woman roared angrily:

"Come in if you have the ability, Mare Falk."

However, it was quiet outside the house, and there was no sound at all.

Unable to endure such mental torture and physical pain, Danny clutched his chest, picked up the shotgun with one hand and rushed out.

"calm down."

The black-haired woman held him down: "You are what they want."

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck."

Danny cursed a few times, then vomited, choking a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

"I don't want to die yet."

The light in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he kept muttering in his mouth.

"Guys, how are you?"

A cold voice came from outside the house, frightening Flynn and the black-haired woman to look in the direction of the voice.

"Actually, I'm very talkative."

The voice of the man outside continued to sound: "Think about it, none of this would have happened, if it wasn't for Flynn."

"I promise you, if you kill Flynn, I will turn around and leave immediately."

"Think about it, think about it, whose fault is all this."

The voices drifting in from outside the window, like the whispers of the devil, poured into their brains.

"Boom."

Flynn pointed at the sound and pulled the trigger hard.

A hole was broken in the wooden wall, and the outside became quiet again.

"You don't believe him, do you?"

Seeing the black-haired woman's eyes flicker, Flynn became emotional and roared: "Everything I did was for our team, and I got all the money I got back."

"Of course we won't believe him." The black-haired woman pressed Danny's chest:

"We've been together for so long, don't I know you?"

"I believe you must know Flynn very well." The voice outside said again: "Do you think he will get all the money back? To tell you the truth, I have 50 cash in my car."

"He only came back with a small portion and put you all at risk."

"fraud."

Flynn was furious and raised his gun: "Fakyu, you are a damn liar."

"If I'm telling lies." The voice of the man outside was erratic:

"Why are you so excited?"

"Boom."

Flynn walked out from behind the pillar angrily, and shot at the window again.

Outside the window on the other side, a figure flickered.

"Boom."

Fireworks from the shotgun sent a piece of flesh flying off Flynn's thigh.

He screamed and fell to his knees.

Seeing this, the black-haired woman quickly moved her gun.

"Bang bang."

After two gunshots, she stared blankly at her chest, which was quickly stained red with blood, before she even pulled the trigger.

"Danny, fire."

Flynn yelled in pain, he snapped off the barrel, fumbled in his pocket with trembling palms, and pulled out a handful of shotgun shells.

Just as he was reloading in a hurry, the front door was kicked open with a bang.

The moment the door was broken, the black-haired woman fell to her knees heavily.

Flynn hurriedly pressed the shotgun into the magazine, and before he could close the barrel, he was shot in the hand, his arm shook violently like an electric shock, and the shotgun was thrown behind him.

Panting heavily, he crawled towards the place where the gun fell.

"Shoot it, Danny."

Flynn kept roaring loudly, until he touched the handle of the gun, only to find that Danny's head had drooped, and his eyes had become dim.

"I don't think he'll have a chance to shoot."

An indifferent voice sounded behind him, and Flynn quickly grabbed the shotgun.

The next moment, thick boots stepped heavily on the back of his hand.

With the crushing of the boots, Flynn grabbed the ground with his head and slammed his head, his fingers connected to his heart. The severe pain caused the veins in his neck to pop out.

Looking at Flynn who was panting violently, Ethan knelt down and grabbed his face tightly.

"Please let me go."

Turning around, Rivera walked in aggressively from outside with a shotgun and a machete in her hand.

A cold light flashed, and she swung the machete and slashed at it.

"puff."

Flynn's palm was severed at the wrist, and the blade sank deep into the floor.

"It feels good to touch me, doesn't it?"

Regardless of Flynn's miserable howls, Rivera pulled out the machete vigorously, and stepped on his lower body: "Actually, you misread the person. I'm the bad fucking Fuck."

"You're crazy." Flynn collapsed after being tormented.

With tears streaming down his face, he yelled in a crying voice, "You two are fucking crazy."

"exactly."

Rivera held the machete behind her back with both hands, the tip of the knife pointed at his stomach:

"Who told you to provoke a psychopath?"

With a stab, the machete pierced the flesh, piercing his body and pinning Flynn to the floor.

Ethan stood up, kicking the gun in his hand aside.

Sitting on the sofa with his head back, his eyes were dead, and the black-haired woman also collapsed on the ground. Just now, Ethan fired two shots and hit her firmly in the chest.

When they made crooked ideas, they were destined to end up like this, and no one survived.

As long as Rivera is out of the control of these people, everything will be as simple as cutting vegetables and melons.

Letting go of the trembling knife handle, Rivera stood up:

"What should we do now?"

What to do next is self-evident.

An ex-cop, an ex-town cop, it couldn't be easier to clean up a crime scene.

All the corpses, including Ethan from the repair shop, became missing persons with the efforts of the two of them.

They cleaned up their hands and Ethan went back to the motel alone.

The shopkeeper at night was replaced by a white aunt instead of the curious shopkeeper, which made Ethan's preparations waste a lot of effort.

After checking out of the room, the two left the town overnight in a pickup truck and set foot on their way home.

When they arrived in Ohio, they lost their pickup trucks, disguised themselves as backpackers, and hitchhiked all the way to Pennsylvania.

After going around for more than ten days, I finally arrived at Banshee Town.

"Welcome to Banshee Town."

When he saw the familiar street signs, Ethan's fatigue also subsided a lot.

He smiled and raised his arm and thumbs up at the truck driver.

The enthusiastic driver honked his horn, and the truck left slowly.

Li Wei tightened the big package on her back, looked left and right, and saw the lush greenery on the side of the road.

A gust of wind blows, refreshing the whole body.

The two of them are now dressed as backpackers, jackets, large bags, and fisherman hats on their heads.

"Is this your home?"

Rivera took off her sunglasses, gestured with her alpenstock, and asked with a smile, "Where is home?"

(End of this chapter)