My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 87 Suspension
Looking at the scene in front of him, Ethan shook his head.

It is actually unknown how many people go missing every year, and many people leave this world quietly in this way.

Ethan can understand killing people for profit or hatred.

But Gram's kind is completely a kind of pathological torture,

Ethan tightened Martin's hand, and whispered to him:
"How long?"

"Front, freezer."

Martin pointed forward, trembling at the mention of the freezer.

At this moment, a roar sounded from the corner.

"You bloody bastard, give me Martin back."

Hearing the sound, Ethan quickly turned around to protect Martin behind him, and pointed his gun at the place where the sound came from.

"Gram, have you finally come out, you mouse?"

In a far corner, a pale Graham slowly stepped out of the shadows.

He was wearing a set of old denim overalls, with cloth strips wrapped around his arms indiscriminately. Graham pointed a double-barreled shotgun in Ethan's direction.

"Why did you come here to break our tranquility, Martin is the chosen one, please let Martin go."

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Ethan tried to get more clues.

Graham slammed his head against a nearby post with a bang, and a stream of blood trickled from his forehead.

"Shet, did you see that? This hurts."

Graham continued:
"You will hurt too, why don't you try?"

"You are crazy."

Ethan grabbed the gun with one hand, stretched his other hand behind him and shook it, motioning Martin to get away.

Then he took a few steps forward, trying to get close to Gram, looking for an opportunity to argue with him.

"No, you don't understand. Martin is the chosen one. He won't feel pain. He is the chosen one. Under my teaching, he will make my career better."

Gram roared a few words with a look of incomprehension, and then suddenly calmed down again.

He tilted his head and smiled behind Ethan, and said with relief:

"You'll see what I mean now."

Ethan was horrified by his strange behavior, followed his gaze and looked back subconsciously.

Martin, who was supposed to hide away, followed closely behind Ethan.

When he saw Ethan turning his head, he smiled at Ethan, and the sharp blade in his hand flashed coldly.

The next moment, the sharp blade in Martin's hand sank deeply into Ethan's thigh.

The severe pain almost caused Ethan's scalp to burst, and Martin's skillful movement was obviously not the first time he had done it.

Under conditioned reflex, Ethan swung the hand holding the gun back heavily.

The fist with the handle of the gun slammed into Martin's face. Under the tremendous force, Martin was directly swung into the air and hit the table behind him hard.

Not to mention Martin, even ordinary men would be paralyzed after being hit by Ethan like this.

To Ethan's surprise, Martin quickly got up and ran towards Graham as if nothing happened.

Graham seized the opportunity to rush out, and the double-barreled shotgun in his hand shot out sparks at the same time.

Ethan reacted quickly and flew to the side.

The table behind him was hit by Gram, the table top was blown up, and the knives on it bounced off.

While swooping, Ethan roared and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang..."

Under the intensive gunfire, Martin's body softened and he fell to the ground.

"don't want..."

Seeing Martin fall to the ground, Graham frantically threw away the shotgun in his hand, drew a huge iron hook from behind and rushed towards Ethan.

When Ethan fell to the ground, the Glock in his hand hung up empty.

The last bullet in the magazine flew out and landed on Graham's left shoulder.

Gram paused, and then continued to charge like a wild beast.

He swung his right hand vigorously, and the iron hook roared down.

Ethan's adrenaline burst, he gritted his teeth, and threw the Glock away.

Grabbing the short knife stuck in the back of the thigh and pulling it out forcefully, a stream of blood gushed out.

Then he turned over abruptly, and the point of the hook fell by his ear, hitting the concrete floor, splashing sparks.

After dodging the iron hook, Ethan swung the dagger in his hand forward.

The blade slashed across Graham's ankle, bringing up a stream of blood. Graham jumped up instantly in pain, and flung out the iron hook in his hand.

Ethan rolled a few more times on the ground, and the iron hook hit the ground and drew a streak of sparks.

Graham looked at the machete that was splashed on the ground next to him, and hurriedly jumped over to pick it up.

Ethan didn't give him another chance, he dragged his injured leg and got up.

Holding back the pain, he rushed forward, bumped into Graham fiercely, and threw him directly to the ground.

The next moment, the arms were raised high.

Gram, who was crushed below, stretched out his hand and tried to reach forward, trying to touch the machete in front of him.

The cold light fell, and his palm was instantly pinned.

Gram suddenly struggled violently like a prawn thrown into a hot pan, but Ethan held his neck tightly with his hands and held him down.

"You like to play this kind of game, don't you?"

Ethan yelled close to Gram's ear, and then slowly turned the hand holding the short knife, scratching Gram's hand bones.

Graham was banging his head on the ground in pain, his face was covered in dust and sweat.

"I like to play and I will play with you."

Ethan pulled out the short knife again. The tip of the knife had been snapped off due to the excessive force just now, but it didn't affect it and inserted it into the palm again.

Graham screamed again, trying to struggle to get up.

After Ethan freed his hand, he grabbed Gram's hair and slammed it to the ground.

After knocking him out of his wits, Ethan got off him and grabbed Gram's clothes with his big hands.

His waist and abdomen were straining, his face was flushed, and the veins on his neck were popping up, and then he roared angrily, and lifted Gram up.

"What do you want to do, don't."

"Don't do it, I'm willing to surrender."

Gram, who was lifted in the air, looked at the things in front of him and howled in horror.

"Surrender yourself to the girls you tortured and killed."

Ethan yelled, stretched his arms, and threw Gram forward.

With a muffled sound of "Puff!", Gram was firmly hung on the iron hook hanging in mid-air.

The sharp hook hooked directly from his jaw, and Gram's limbs shook violently, trying to break free, but there was no way.

There was a meaningless gurgling sound from his mouth, and blood dripped down.

Only then did Ethan lie limp on the ground, breathing heavily.

After coming over for a while, he struggled to get up.

Ethan lit a cigarette, and while smoking, he took out a tourniquet from his duty belt and tied it around his thigh.

After standing up on the ground, Ethan wiped off his profuse sweat, and dragged his injured leg to Martin's side.

Looking at Martin lying on the ground, Ethan flicked the cigarette ash and sighed heavily.

Regardless of Gram, who was still kicking his legs weakly in mid-air beside him.

He staggered to pick up the Glock, loaded the spare magazine, and walked in the direction Martin had pointed.

After turning another corner, there is a small downward staircase ahead.

Ethan jumped down the stairs and came to a thick iron door with a small glass window on it.

Through the glass window, you can see Blake in shorts and vest curled up in the corner of the freezer, her face is pale from the cold, and she is shivering all over.

Ethan slammed the iron door hard with his fist a few times, and the vibration of the iron door caught Black's attention.

In the cold and terrifying freezer, she raised her head in horror.

What I saw was Ethan's sunny smiling face.

　Sage time

　　
　
(End of this chapter)