My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 367 Want revenge?
The two glanced at each other, ignored the bartender, and walked directly to that corner.

Open the bead curtain, and the inside is the essence of this bar.

"Crackling."

A crisp whip sound came from the passage inside.

Seeing Ethan wanting to run forward, Siobhan quickly grabbed his arm: "Relax, it's normal for this kind of movement to happen here."

Confused, Ethan walked in along the mottled passageway of red bricks.

The back area is composed of semi-open rooms, like a cage.

The scene inside is clearly visible, and happy voices sound from time to time.

The red light bulb illuminates the backside brightly, and there are red bricks, iron chains, and fences everywhere, giving people the feeling of being in a dungeon.

The two walked quickly inside. A man and a woman were leaning against the wall and kissing. Ethan took a closer look.

Well, it's a stance.

Moving forward, in a nearby room, several naked men and women were tied up with ropes and hung in the air.

rope art.

These two words appeared in Ethan's mind inexplicably.

There was another crackling sound, and a naked woman wearing a fake thing next to her waved a whip in her hand to beat those people.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

Ethan looked hot all over, he swallowed, and asked Siobhan.

"Do not ask."

Siobhan shook his head: "Ask is voluntary. We don't care about other people's role-playing."

"It's just that the things these people play are wild."

"Most people here like Satanic culture. Although they may not be used to it, others like it."

"Satan believers?" Ethan narrowed his eyes:

"Cult?"

"Enthusiasts, tourists, most of them are strange sexual fetishes." Siobhan shook his head: "These people are not up to the level of cult fanatics."

"Who was the colleague that the bartender mentioned just now? It couldn't be Brock and the others came over too."

Before Ethan could answer her, there were several roars in front of her.

Immediately afterwards, someone in a black suit was thrown out of the room, and fell heavily on the ground, making a low groan of pain.

Take a closer look, boy, Phillips.

Ethan quickly rushed forward and looked past him into the room.

In the large room, several men in black leather were beating Hank violently.

Two fists were no match for eight hands, he blocked several times, was punched in the chest, and staggered back a few steps.

Another leather man picked up a swing stick and wanted to rush up from behind.

"Hey."

Ethan roared, rushed forward, and slapped the man on the neck.

The man's body softened, and Ethan snatched the stick.

"puff."

Ethan played the stick in a circle, grabbed the handle of the stick and yanked the man over.

Several people who were besieging Hank noticed the movement behind them.

They quickly turned around and rushed towards Ethan.

The stick was swung, and there was a whistling sound.

The person who rushed to the front was hit hard.

"Crack."

There was a crisp fracture sound, and the arm was bent at a strange angle.

"what!!!"

Ethan followed with a straight kick, kicking the screaming person away, like a bowling ball, knocking down the people behind him.

He strode up, put away half of his strength, swung his swinging stick, and hit him head to face.

"Crack, crack."

"Stop!!!"

As he beat him with a stick, there were screams and begging for mercy.

After confirming that none of them dared to do anything wrong, Ethan finally stopped swinging his stick.

In just a dozen seconds, the people who attacked Phillips and Hank just now fell to the ground.

Ethan grabbed the stick, turned his head and looked to the side.

Next to the large fun chair, stood a blond woman wearing a hollow leather dress, with two belts crossed on her upper body, blocking two points.

He has a good figure, with slender legs, and looks about 20 years old.

She held a dagger in both hands, her arms were shaking constantly, and the tip of the knife felt like an electric shock.

Saw fluid dripping from her thighs and smelled urine.

Ethan shook his head and waved his stick:
"go home."

The woman nodded in horror, threw the dagger, and fled outside in a hurry, ticking all the way.

"are you OK?"

Ethan took a step forward and stretched out his arms.

"It's okay." Hank grabbed his hand and stood up, moving his body to show that he was fine.

Just now Hank was very experienced in protecting his vitals, and was about to draw his gun.

Unexpectedly, in just a short while, several thugs were subdued by Ethan.

Siobhan also helped Phillips up, and the two walked in together.

She was not surprised by what happened inside, and she didn't even draw her gun.

"Why every time I see you."

Ethan patted the stick and looked at Phillips with a smile: "Are you all so unlucky?"

"Shet."

Phillips patted the dust off his body, and became a little annoyed: "These bastards did it before I had time to identify myself."

"How did you find this place?"

"What was drawn by that Chino kid today." Siobhan took out the drawing paper from his pocket and waved it: "Only here can we find these people."

"But I guess you already know that, don't you?"

Phillips pressed his arm and shook it, grinning and replied: "I just received the news in the afternoon. These cases are consistent with other sacrificial murder methods in the FBI database, and they all point to Satanism."

"So I found this place through connections to see if I could get some leads."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the person who took the lead just now.

The man was lying on the ground, with a row of sharp steel horns inlaid along the spine on his bare back.

"Hey, idiot."

Phillips kicked him in the ass: "Where did you make that thing on your back?"

The dark-haired man struggled to sit up, sweating profusely.

He held his broken arm, without saying a word, just staring at Ethan resentfully.

"Boom."

Without saying a word, Ethan kicked him over and crushed his broken arm with his foot.

"Fakeyu, let go."

A cry of pain sounded, the black-haired man had a hideous face, and the other good hand kept beating the ground.

"You want to remember what I look like?"

Ethan rubbed his feet back and forth a few times before turning him over.Then he squatted down and smiled, "My name is Ethan Morgan."

"Now I'll let you see clearly."

"Do you want to seek revenge on me in the future, do you need me to tell you my home address?"

The dark-haired man's eyes flickered. He thought of something and shook his head frantically.

"Can't you talk?"

Ethan moved the stick to his lower body: "Can you talk?"

"Yes, I can speak."

The black-haired man nodded quickly, and said in horror: "I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan, how could I take revenge on you."

"Very well, now please answer the agent's question."

Ethan gently put down the stick: "Where were those things on your back made, and who made them for you?"

"That man's name is Quick, and we all call him Dr. Quick."

The black-haired man trembled all over, and said quickly: "He works behind a dry cleaner, and people from several nearby towns are looking for him for surgery."

"Thank you for your cooperation." Ethan stood up and threw the stick to Phillips:

"Easy job."

After speaking, he reached into his trouser pocket, grabbed two or three hundred dollars, and threw them on the black-haired man: "You know what to do, don't you?"

"Understood." Looking at the fluttering banknotes, the black-haired man said with a bitter face:
"My friends and I will keep our mouths shut."

Hank, who was standing in the corner, saw the scene in front of him, opened and closed his hand behind his back vigorously, and then clenched it tightly.

(End of this chapter)