My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 485 Inexplicable Attack

From Chicago to Galena, a total of more than 200 kilometers.

More than three hours later, Ethan slowly drove into the town.

It is said to be a small town, but its scale is much larger than that of Banshee Town, just like a small town.

He is going to take a stroll in the town, rest for a while before going to the ski resort, and spend a lot of time doing whatever he wants.

After driving for a few minutes, the style of the town is really good.

Most of the buildings look like they have been around for some time, and there are row upon row of antique shops, gift shops and specialty stores.

Passed by a small restaurant, which was full of people.

Through the window, you can see that the decoration inside is extraordinarily elegant.

Ethan rubbed his belly, looked for a parking space, and drove to the corner of the street before finding a place to stop the Dodge Challenger.

After locking the car, Ethan flicked the car key and walked forward.

"Boom!"

Pushing open the glass door, the small restaurant is full of lively scenes.

Several waitresses in white short-sleeved T-shirts and small black aprons were busy.

They carried the coffee pots and shuttled back and forth between the dining tables.

Finding an empty seat in the corner and sitting down, Ethan snapped his fingers.

"gentlemen!"

The blond waitress walked over tremblingly, with a smile on her face: "May I ask for something?"

This coffee pot is so big, you can give me a little more tip later.

The room is well heated, Ethan took off his coat:
"Any recommendations? I just arrived in town."

"Coffee, pepperoni pizza, and beef burger are all good." The waiter gave him a wink:
"Don't order a sandwich!"

"Give me a copy of everything you recommend!"

Out of confidence in his appearance, Ethan's main focus is to be kind.

"OK, just a second!"

The waiter poured him a cup of coffee, turned his hips and walked to the side.

It's a pity that there are a lot of freckles.

He still lacks a playmate, Ethan picked up the coffee cup regretfully.

The taste is really good, sweet and mellow.

The food recommended by the waiter is served one after another. It is reasonable to be popular, and there is nothing wrong with the taste.

While he was eating pepperoni pizza, a black man walked by, wearing a leather jacket, with a personality.

That's not the point to be concerned about, the point is that he also chose a corner position.

In that corner, you can also look around the entire cafe.

The man in the leather jacket held up a newspaper and glanced around with his exposed eyes.

The eyes of the two collided, and the black man glared at him, his eyes continued to wander around.

In small tourist towns, such sneaky people can be seen everywhere.

As long as he didn't provoke himself, he didn't bother to answer.

After eating the last bite of the hamburger, he lightly picked up the coffee cup, and the brown liquid inside had bottomed out.

"Coffee, please."

Ethan raised his cup and shook it as a gesture.

Soon, the waitress just came over shaking: "This cup belongs to the store."

She smiled and picked up the cup and poured the last bit of coffee in the coffee pot into it.

The cup was put down, with a small note on the bottom.

"Thank you!"

Ethan smiled, put the note in his pocket, and nodded his thanks to the waiter.

Unexpectedly, there are still times when I rely on my face to eat and drink.

"You're welcome."

The waitress turned around and rubbed her hips on his elbow: "Remember to call me!"

Flexible enough!
This is an extra point!
Ethan raised his eyebrows and drank half a cup of coffee into his mouth in one go.

The moment he entered, his brows furrowed.

A faint fishy smell destroyed the mellowness just now.

The subconscious swallowing action made Ethan's face ugly.

A foreign object about the size of a capsule was swallowed by him in one gulp along with the coffee.

"Shet!"

Looking at the cup, there are only some coffee stains left in it.

He abruptly drank something that he didn't know what it was, ruining today's good mood.

The most important thing is not knowing what it is, which is the most annoying thing.

He stood up and walked to the dining table:

"Hey."

"Hi." When the waiter saw him approaching, he immediately burst into a smile.

"Can I have a look at the coffee pot just now?"

Ethan frowned and said, "There is a foreign object inside, and I swallowed it."

The waiter's face was stiff, and he glanced at the empty glass jug beside him.

That's right, I was regarded as someone who wanted to eat free food.

Ethan felt uncomfortable now, wanted to go to the toilet to hold his throat, and felt nauseous.

After eating unknown objects, I felt even more tired.

He paid the bill angrily, put on his coat and walked out of the restaurant, ready to drive to find a remote corner to hold his throat.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he found that the old black had already walked out of the restaurant before him.

Flicking the leather jacket, Lao Hei hurriedly ran to the opposite side of the street, and quickly disappeared into a small alley within a short time.

Ethan is in a very bad mood now, if this old black man dares to provoke him, he will blow his head off.

A bus came up slowly from behind, one person and one vehicle, moving side by side towards the corner of the street.

He patted his chest and let out a breath.

In fact, I don't feel anything, it's just a shock in my heart.

The bus drove away quickly, and through the reflection of the trash can in front, Ethan noticed a green Volvo following him and getting closer.

He could vaguely see a white man sitting in the car staring at him coldly.

Damn, Ethan's fingers trembled slightly.

I couldn't suppress the anger in my heart, didn't I just come out to play.

With only a mobile phone and a little change in his pocket, this can be targeted by these gangs of thieves. Does he have any professional level.

Walking to the trash can, she simply stopped.

He planned to clean up the follower and vent his anger.

"puff!"

A faint voice sounded, and Ethan's whole body trembled.

Gunshots!

Bring on the silencer gunshots!

He turned his head abruptly, and the white driver on the green Volvo had fallen to one side, with a few drops of blood splashed on the windshield.

His gaze quickly swept in the direction opposite to where the driver was lying, and a light flashed across the roof of the opposite building.

In less than a second, he reacted quickly.

The body rushed forward and quickly curled up behind the large stainless steel trash can.

"puff."

There was another weak gunshot, and a small hole was instantly formed on the red brick wall in front of him.

The distance was far away, and the gunfire did not attract the attention of passers-by.

On the contrary, it was his abnormal behavior that made the people next to him shake their heads and stay away from here.

The wheels of the green Volvo slowly touched the shoulder of the road and stopped. I don't know if the driver pressed the brakes when he died.

But now is not the time to think about this issue at all.

The second shot just now, let him confirm that it was completely aimed at him.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, judging from the angle, the second shot would definitely hit him in the chest.

GD, senator's person.

The Mexican separatist group, or the gang figure he took care of in Chicago.

The people he has provoked are spinning rapidly in his mind, and there may be anything.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a Glock.

After hiding behind the trash can for a few seconds, he didn't see anything unusual. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he quickly thought of a way to get out.

On the opposite floor, a rifle with a scope was aimed at him, and Ethan didn't dare to stand up easily.

At this moment, the window glass above flickered.

A small figure jumped quickly on the glass.

reflective!

Ethan looked intently, and the glass reflected the scene from the upstairs opposite.

The gunman appeared in the glass just now, hiding behind the parapet, with only a corner of his head exposed.

The figure jumping fast is rapidly approaching the shooter.

The light and shadow of the two people overlapped together.

Ethan quickly shifted his position and poked his head out from the other side.

The pupils contracted violently, and the handle of the gun was tightly held.

The black man I met in the restaurant just now was standing behind the parapet.

In his hand, he was holding the shooter's head.

With a twist of his strong hands, the shooter's head instantly turned into an exaggerated angle.

The black man also noticed Ethan's gaze.

He first showed a surprised expression, and then laughed playfully.

(End of this chapter)