As the movement of the bed board became larger, the expressions of the few people hiding below became unnatural

Between horror and anger, there is also a hint of embarrassment.

Especially Carly, her mouth was covered, her body was still pressed, and she felt a little uncomfortable breathing.

She squirmed with great effort to get Ethan to let go of his hand.

After a few twists, her body froze, and then quickly softened.

Ethan sees the nose, the nose looks at the heart, and the heart sees the universe.

Nothing worked, the violent movement of the bed board, the deafening sound, made his universe expand rapidly.

Carly clearly felt that the sense of oppression was gradually increasing.

She looked to the side and saw that Dariya was staring at her, and Carly was embarrassed to remember that she was the man's female companion.

Unexpectedly, Daria winked at her quickly.

Carly's face burned and she immediately closed her eyes.

Ethan spent a tormenting half an hour, and the movement above his head finally stopped.

After a while, there was a snoring sound.

After waiting for another ten minutes, he heard the sound of breathing above become calm, and glanced at the few people next to him.

She was about to get up, but found Carly holding her hands tightly and her eyes still closed.

In desperation, he had no choice but to move his waist.

Carly let out a heavy snort, then opened her eyes.

Ethan smacked the corners of his mouth at her, indicating that he was going out.

Carly's ears flushed, and she quickly let go of her hands.

Ethan cautiously slipped out from under the bed, pressing his hand to signal the people inside not to move yet.

He crawled to the head of the bed with his hands and feet, and then stood up quietly.

The three people in the bed slept with their eyelids closed.

Lying in the middle was the man named Big Head, all covered in muscle bumps, dark skin, and long messy hair.

He stretched his arms wide and hugged him left and right.

Two blonde women pillowed on his strong arms with satisfied expressions.

Don't look at the average look, the curves are amazing.

Ethan shifted his footsteps and walked slowly towards the stove.

There was a machete on the desk, the handle of the knife was tightly wrapped with strips of cloth, and the blade was stained with blood.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the knife, lifted the machete, then picked up a rag next to him and grabbed the blade of the knife and slowly wiped it through.

Ethan walked to the side of the bed with a machete and looked coldly at the three people lying on the bed.

Perhaps it was because of the perennial wandering in the mountains, the man named Big Head had unusually sharp senses, and his eyes opened sharply to look at Ethan.

The cold light fell.

Burst.

A short, dull sound made several people hiding below tremble instantly, and the bedding on the side of the bed was quickly dyed red.

Jesse's pupils constricted, and she immediately guessed what Ethan was doing.

She gritted her teeth, not feeling the slightest bit afraid, only feeling extremely happy.

Ethan's powerful slash directly cut his neck, and the blade didn't even sink a few inches into the bed.

This sudden sound made the women on both sides of the sleep also wake up and open their eyes in a daze.

By this time, Ethan had already drawn his machete.

Before the two naked women could make a sound, he quickly swung his knife and chopped it off like a chopping vegetable.

The futon was finally soaked at this point, and the red water droplets slowly dripped down.

"Come out."

Ethan withdrew his machete and swung it, and a streak of blood was thrown out of the ground.

After hearing his voice, several people who were holding back uncomfortably below quickly crawled out.

"Your backpack."

Scott handed Ethan's backpack to him and turned back

Seeing the three people lying on the bed, he covered his mouth and felt sick to his stomach.

Daria reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulled it in front of her, and whispered:

"If you feel like throwing up, think about what your two friends went through."

Scott's face turned blue and white, and he swallowed up and down a few times before nodding heavily.

Jesse and Carly gritted their teeth and walked to the back, Ethan was afraid that something would happen, so he handed the machete to Daria and hurriedly followed.

A low cry rang out, and the two of them stood at the door of the toilet, their hands over their mouths, their shoulders twitching.

Ethan walked behind them, and Francine and Evan were lying on the floor of the toilet, their abdomen ruptured.

Without saying a word, he directly put his arms together, grabbed Jesse and Carly and stepped back.

Not to mention someone you know, even if it's a stranger, normal people can't stand this kind of scene when they see it.

People who are not psychologically tolerant will have a direct mental breakdown.

Carly burst into tears as she tried to reach for the door frame.

She tried to take her two friends away, but her arms hung limply.

Now in this situation, I don't know if I can survive.

Carried back to the hall by Ethan, Jesse's strong desire to survive forces Jesse to stand firm.

She wiped the tears from her face with trembling hands, took a few deep breaths, and looked at Ethan.

"What do we do now?"

Ethan looked at the clothes on the bedside, "Let's find out if there's anything we can use." ”

"Car keys."

Jesse reacted instantly, resisting the discomfort and grabbing the bloodstained clothes on the head of the bed.

She lifted her clothes and rummaged through them for a moment, then sighed helplessly.

Seeing this, everyone had to look for someone in the house to take advantage of.

Ethan pursed his lips and looked around, and he walked briskly to the foot of the bed, where there was an old double-barreled shotgun, which was even taped around the hilt.

He lifted his shotgun and pulled the barrel down, filling the chamber with two shotguns.

Ethan snapped the barrel shut and searched the small cabinet next to him, but found no spare ammunition.

He glanced at the crowd, then reached into the cabinet, where an anaconda revolver instantly appeared.

The only three .357 Magnum pistol cartridges left in the space also fell into the cabinet.

There is no M4 in the cabinet, there are so many people in the house, they can do magic, but they can't do magic.

Next, you can only save a little.

"Shet, it's easy to do with this thing."

Scott saw the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and walked over with a dinner knife.

Ethan's eyes lit up when he pulled his revolver out of the small cabinet.

Scott put the knife down and rubbed his hands together.

"Can you give me a handful?"

Ethan looked at his eagerness, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and flatly refused.

"No, you can't."

"Why?"

Scott hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I've been to the gun shop before." ”

Ethan shook his head, opened the revolver's nest and checked it, it was full of bullets, and he was satisfied with the silver python revolver tucked into his waist.

"Dude, don't you believe me?" Scott was immediately anxious when he saw that Ethan still refused.

Noticing the sound on this side, the three women on the other side walked over together.

Daria was the first to speak, "It's not that he doesn't believe you, Ethan just believes in himself more." ”

Carly held the dinner knife in her hand and asked curiously:

"What do you mean by that?"

Jesse also cast a curious look, and Scott was unconvinced.

Brother Xianyu, you shouldn't be angry, right?

(End of chapter)