My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 500 The Flower of Blood Blooms
The person who spoke was right next to Ethan.

He is wearing a kimono, with his hands folded over his chest.

He stared at Ethan with a look of disdain.

"Excuse me."

Ethan blinked his eyes: "May I ask who you are?"

"Yamaguchi-gumi, senior cadre of the North American Division."

The man in the kimono raised his head proudly: "Ichiro Watanabe."

He pointed to the screen: "The winning warrior here is worth the 1000 million dollars, and you are not worthy!"

"Damn Mimasai!"

Ethan quickly stood up straight and bowed slightly to him.

"What about it?"

The man in the kimono looked surprised: "Are you a warrior from the Neon family?"

"Grass mud horse!"

Ethan stepped forward and grabbed his hair.

"Touch!" The butt of the gun was slammed down heavily, collapsing the bridge of his nose in an instant.

Everyone at the scene thought that these two people knew each other.

Just breathed a sigh of relief, the scene suddenly changed.

I saw this man wearing a mask frantically waving the butt of his gun, like a pile driver, ramming it down on the face of the man in the kimono.

Blood flowers bloomed one after another, and the sound of beating resounded throughout the casino.

The last heavy blow fell, and there was a click.

"call!"

Ethan let out a sigh of relief, and pulled back the hand that grabbed his hair.

"Oh!"

Ichiro Watanabe fell back on the ground with a chair, his face disappeared and turned into a hole.

This horrifying sight made the people next to them bow their heads deeply.

Ethan shook off the blood on the Glock, and his clothes were also stained with blood, which was as beautiful as cherry blossoms.

"Anyone else want to say something?"

He spread his hands: "If you have any opinions, you may wish to raise them, I will accept them humbly."

"I don't believe you dare to kill all of us." A cowboy hat biting a cigar slammed the table:
"This consequence is something you cannot bear."

"boom!"

The flower of blood bloomed, and Ethan blew on the muzzle of the gun:
"Who else?"

The casino was completely silent, and no one dared to jump out.

"By the way, that question just now."

Ethan looked at the host: "How are you thinking?"

This crazy behavior scared Arenas.

He obediently reached into his arms, took out a document and handed it to Ethan: "This is a bearer check from a Swiss bank."

"As long as you go to the bank with this note within the specified time, you can get 1000 million US dollars."

After receiving the document, Ethan looked through it, but couldn't see why.

He turned around, flicked his palm, and the papers spun and flew towards Harlow.

Harlow took the promissory note and helped Ethan check it.

This is the same as the one he got last time. He immediately nodded and handed the promissory note to Jia Bo next to him.

Jia Bo unceremoniously stuffed the cashier's check into his arms, and patted his chest contentedly.

"Okay, you've already got the money!"

Arenas gritted his teeth: "Can I ask you to leave now?"

To be done by this group of people would be a great harm to the killing championship.

He was out of anger, and as long as these people left, no matter where in the world they fled, they must take revenge.

"Not in a hurry."

Ethan put his arms around his shoulders: "I have a friend and I want to chat with you."

While speaking, push the host aside forcefully.

"You can't do this, I already cooperate with you very well." Arenas had a bad feeling, and hurriedly said: "There are people behind me, you don't think that I can hold such a competition by myself?"

"Even if Jesus came today, he would not be able to save you."

Ethan kicked open the soundproof door of the technical computer room, startling the two people hiding inside.

Pushing Arenas to the ground, Ethan reached out and nodded to the side:
"This sentence is what he said."

A burly figure walked in after him.

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

There was no one else in there except for two technicians hiding under the table.

Ethan took off his mask and showed his face to the host who fell to the ground:
"I've said it before, I don't want to participate in your game, why don't you want to make the scene look better?"

"It's you!" Arenas said in shock.

The person under the mask was sweating a little, but he could clearly recognize it. This was the stranger who strayed into the game.

"bomb."

He remembered something, and with both hands and feet, he quickly rushed to the computer, trying to detonate the bomb.

"Oh!"

A heavy kick sent him flying.

Arenas bumped into another desk and knocked over the computer on it.

He clutched his stomach and turned over in embarrassment.

"Old friend!"

Harlow retracted his feet and lifted his mask: "Do you remember me?"

"Fakemi!!!"

Arenas' face was ashen: "How did you do it? This place is far away from the town, why didn't there be an explosion."

So far, he has made no excuses.

People have already come to the door, it is useless to lie, it is an insult to both parties.

Ethan ignored him, but squatted down:
"Hey, you two!"

The two technical men looked at him in horror and waved their hands wildly: "We didn't do anything."

"Don't you enjoy organizing this kind of competition and watching others fight?"

Ethan tapped his fingers on the table legs: "Dangdang, welcome to the killing tournament I organized, you three will deal with him one by one!"

"I like you guys!"

He clenched his fist and made a cheering gesture: "Come on!"

Facing the desperate gazes of the two technical men, Ethan put on his mask, got up and walked out the door.

This is Harlow's battle, so I won't participate in it.

After closing the door, the screams became weaker.

The gamblers present knew what was going on inside without guessing.

A lady in a gorgeous evening dress trembled slightly, she nodded at Ethan, showing a decent smile:

"Sir, we have no intention of interfering with your conduct."

"We don't know what happened here, we didn't show up here tonight, do you think it's okay?"

"You are a smart man!"

Ethan grabbed a wad of cash, turned over and climbed onto the gaming table.

He brought the cash to his nose and took a deep breath of the wonderful fragrance: "I like smart people."

"That's it~"

He patted the money on his hand, threw it on the table, and looked down at the so-called high society figures:

"Since you guys like playing this kind of life game so much, I think it's a pity that you don't participate in it yourself!"

"Shh!"

With the AR-15 on his back and thrown in front of him, Ethan held the gun firmly in his hand.

"This game is called, Great Escape."

Ethan walked slowly on the table full of banknotes, pointed to the open door: "The rules are very simple, as long as you can escape, you can survive!"

"Crack!"

He pulled the bolt backhand, pointed the muzzle downward, and pointed at the elegant lady: "Do you like this game?"

"You can't do that!"

The lady's face turned pale, and a ticking sound sounded from under her skirt: "I am Great Britain..."

"Bang bang bang."

Ethan fired several shots, and the guns opened the plump chest.

"God!"

"Are you crazy?"

"Do you know who my father is?"

Horrified shouts sounded, and the casino was in chaos.

Jia Bo is also a master who is afraid of chaos in the world. He laughed, raised his assault rifle, and fired wildly at the panicked and fleeing gamblers.

"Da da da!"

Zheng Lailai was even more fearless, and the Uzi submachine gun flashed.

The sound of bullet casings being thrown was particularly pleasant, and Ethan had never enjoyed killing so much.

The feeling of beating monsters covered in human skin to the ground one by one made his scalp tingle with excitement.

Blood splattered, and frightened faces were everywhere.

After being in the killing field, the performance of these people is not as good as that of a three-year-old child.

When they play with others as ants, Ethan doesn't mind killing them like ants.

"boom!"

As the last bullet was fired, the explosion of gunfire also stopped.

Ethan stood on the gaming table, stepping on a thick stack of dollars with one foot.

On the precious Persian carpet, there are more than 20 gorgeously dressed corpses lying here and there.

These people have ferocious faces, with regret, hatred, and unwillingness in their eyes.

Only there are no innocents!

(End of this chapter)