My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 375 More Satan Than Satan

Freeing the two live targets, Ethan moved quickly.

Run and fire.

"Bang bang bang."

Every time the python revolver fired a puff of fire, the head of a person who rushed to the wall to get the gun burst into blood.

After firing three bullets, Ethan also came to the wall.

He didn't continue to reload, he wanted to show these Satanists what real bloody methods are.

The one-meter-long machete was on it, and he picked it up.

Step forward and chop down heavily.

The arm that grabbed the weapon on the wall was chopped off at the elbow.

"what!"

There was a scream, and the man grabbed the broken arm and backed away.

Blood mist sprayed out from the severed arm, quickly dyeing everything around it red.

Ethan seemed to hear the sound of the breeze blowing, he swung the machete again, the blade slashed across the man's chest, and the flesh turned up.

After rushing two steps, the light of the saber passed over the next person's neck.

A stream of blood was brought up and flung to the side.

"Crackling."

Hank's face was smeared with blood, he rushed forward recklessly, and knocked down a man who picked up a stick.

Another head hammer completely smashed the bridge of the man's nose, and the battle was resolved in two seconds.

Phillips ran to the sacrificial altar, kicked the Satanist over with a flying kick, and protected Dalia.

"Doctor Quick."

Ethan grinned when he saw the person in front of him, showing his white teeth.

"I kill you."

Seeing the ferocious Ethan with a ferocious face, Quick's feet trembled, but he still mustered up his courage and slashed at him with the machete in his hand.

"when."

The two knives collided, making a crisp sound.

Quick's palm went numb, and the machete in his hand was chopped off by Ethan, falling several meters away.

"Shh."

Ethan turned around, and a cold light lit up in the basement.

At this moment, he noticed that Bode was groping for the shotgun hanging on the wall, and immediately swung the knife in his hand vigorously.

"take"

The machete flew seven or eight meters away, pierced through Bode's palm, and sank deep into the wall, buzzing and shaking.

At this time, Quick's head flew up along with the knife.

The blood mist gushed out and poured on Ethan's body, staining the ceiling red.

"Who dares to touch weapons again?"

Ethan's violent breath exuded, and he roared loudly, "Who am I going to let die?"

Quick's headless corpse stood beside him, still intact.

That murderous gaze, coupled with the human fountain beside him.

This situation is more Satan than Satan.

"Bangdang."

A Satanist who picked up a machete was so frightened that he let go of his palm and the weapon fell.

His feet went limp and he slumped on the ground.

In just a short while, five or six of the Satanists inside were knocked down like chopping melons and vegetables, and most of the remaining few were women.

They have seen such killing scenes there, and the excitement brought about by the drugs has long been washed away.

Although Ethan is now unarmed, in their eyes, he is more terrifying than a beast.

The rest of the people squatted down in panic.

"I am going to kill you."

Bode growled loudly: "I must kill you."

Regardless of the pain, he stretched out his hand to grab the shotgun above, all he wanted to do was to kill the man who had burst in.

At this moment, Bode smelled a strong smell of blood approaching quickly.

"Boom."

Big bloody hands grabbed his face and pressed him firmly against the wall.

Ethan glanced at Dahlia who was lying on the stage and was tied up, then turned his head.

"Bastards like you."

He grabbed the barrel of the python revolver and raised his hand: "No matter how many times I kill, I will not be soft."

"boom."

The handle of the gun fell on the corner of Bode's forehead, and the corner of the flesh was instantly torn apart.

"No."

Bode struggled like a madman.

But under Ethan's great strength, he could only move his head a little bit.

"This is a present for you."

Ethan smashed the handle of the gun down, smashing all the corners of his flesh: "Be grateful, Mare Falke."

The corner of the meat was destroyed, and his face was covered in blood.

Blood and tears flowed from Bode's eyes, and his whole body lost strength, as if the horns were the source of his life.

Turning the python revolver in a circle, Ethan grabbed the handle of the gun.

With cold eyes, he aimed the six-inch gun barrel at Bode's heart, ready to stab the barrel directly.

"stop."

Phillips ran over at this time and knocked Ethan away.

He was ready to kill, thinking that some Satanists dared to fight back, so he grabbed the handle of the gun and swung it violently.

At the critical moment, Hank rushed forward and grabbed Ethan's arm.

Phillips pressed him against the wall with all his strength, and whispered excitedly:

"Stop it, do you want to go to jail?"

Only then did Ethan realize that it was Phillips who stopped him.

After taking a few heavy breaths, he relaxed his body: "Are you crazy? Remember to remind me next time, or I just killed you."

Phillips rolled his eyes, then released Ethan.

At the same time, they were also surprised by Ethan's brute force, neither of them could suppress him.

Hank stretched out his tied palms and wiped Ethan's bloody face:
"Don't get too excited. He has no ability to fight back. If you killed him just now, it will be difficult for us to recover."

Ethan nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and put away the python revolver.

After picking up the machete from the ground and cutting off the ropes in the hands of the two of them, Ethan walked quickly to Da Li's side.

She was wearing underwear.

When the sacrifice begins, she will be naked and dissected like the previous three victims.

Undoing the gag, Ethan stroked her face:
"Hey, are you okay?"

Dahlia's eyes were full of tears: "I know you will come to me."

Freed from the restraints, she quickly got up and hugged Ethan tightly.

The two have experienced many things together, as long as they get out of trouble, this dirty blood will not scare her.

"Is this your friend, put it on for her."

Hank took a skirt from the sofa next to him and handed it to Ethan.

"Thank you."

Ethan took the skirt and helped Dalia put it on: "Yes, she disappeared. I did some research and found it here."

"I didn't expect you to be here too."

"Please, you saved my life." Hank also patted him on the shoulder, then looked around:
"It seems that Phillips and I are also very lucky."

I have been in the police force for many years and have seen many big scenes.

But such bloody, or rarely seen.

A few people were shot in the head, and Ethan killed a few with a machete. The corpses in the basement were all made by one person.

This person is comparable to a small team.

And the violence of this method made Hank a little dumbfounded.

The rest of them don't need to be driven away.

Seeing Ethan approaching, they quickly hid in a ball, holding their heads in their hands and not daring to make any movements.

Telling Hank to be optimistic about the group of people, Ethan walked up to Bode.

His face was covered with blood, and he stared blankly at Kim lying on the stairs.

Ethan glanced at Phillips: "You have to make sure you take good care of him."

"Relax, life imprisonment."

Phillips looked at him, and the two smiled at each other.

Three days later, Ethan came out of the District Attorney's Office with a relaxed face.

Since both the FBI and the Banshee Town Police Department provided documents for temporary recruitment, the District Attorney's Office decided not to charge Ethan for his actions in the past few days.

Although expressing strong doubts about the date of the paperwork, Alison Medin did not raise any doubts.

When the Red Bones gang besieged the police station, Ethan saved her life.

Now he has helped solve the high-profile serial sacrifice murder case, these are trivial problems.

Ethan walked out of the building, smiling.

I didn't expect that I would come to the district attorney's office like this one day.

The rapid horn sounded, attracting his attention.

The Chevrolet SUV was parked on the side of the road, the windows were slowly lowered, and Hank took off his sunglasses.

　Thanks for the book is not as rewarding as the poisonous brother, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)