"Bang."

Windows were smashed and glass shattered to the ground.

This movement startled several people in the room, and the black-haired woman hurriedly dropped the wine bottle and picked up the pistol beside her.

Flynn also quickly ducked behind the pillar, aiming his gun at the window.

The stones that fell on the floor tumbled a few times and stopped at the couch.

After a moment of silence, the window on the other side was also stoned.

Suddenly, two people who were highly nervous opened fire, and after two gunshots, they only saw the curtains fluttering in the wind, and two small holes were broken on them.

Looking at the stones on the ground, the black-haired woman roared angrily:

"You have the ability to come in, Mommy Fake."

Outside, however, it was quiet, and there was no sound.

Unable to endure the mental torture and physical pain, Danny clutched his chest, picked up his shotgun with one hand, and rushed out.

"Calm down."

The black-haired woman held him down: "You are what they want." ”

"Fake, Fake, Fake."

Danny scolded several times, then vomited, choking a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

"I don't want to die yet."

The light in his eyes faded away, and he kept muttering.

"Guys, are you alright?"

A cold voice came from outside the house, causing Flynn and the black-haired woman to quickly look in the direction from which the voice came.

"Actually, I'm a good talker."

The man's voice outside continued to ring: "Come to think of it, none of this would have to happen, if it weren't for Flynn. ”

"I promise you, if you kill Flynn, I'll turn around and leave right away."

"Think about it, think about whose fault it was all this."

The sound wafting in from outside the window poured into their brains like the murmur of the devil.

"Bang."

Flynn pulled the trigger hard where the voice sounded.

A hole had been broken in the wooden wall, and it was quiet outside.

"You're not going to believe him, are you?"

Seeing the black-haired woman's eyes flashing, Flynn became emotional and roared, "Everything I did was for our team, and I got all the money back." ”

"Of course we won't believe him." The brunette woman pressed Danny's chest:

"We've been together for so long, don't I know you yet?"

"I'm sure you know Flynn well." The voice outside sounded again: "Do you think he will get all the money back?" To tell you the truth, I have half a million cash in my car. ”

"He only came back with a small portion and put you at the risk of it all."

"Liar."

Flynn was furious and raised his gun, "Fakyu, you're a goddamn liar. ”

"If I'm telling a lie." The man's voice outside was erratic:

"Why are you so excited?"

"Bang."

Flynn angrily stepped out of behind the pillar and fired another shot at the window.

Outside the window on the other side, a figure flickered.

"Bang."

The shotgun erupted with fireworks, sending a piece of flesh off Flynn's thigh.

He screamed and fell to his knees.

Seeing this, the black-haired woman quickly moved the muzzle of her gun.

"Bang bang."

After two gunshots, she stared blankly at her chest, which was quickly stained red with blood, and she didn't even have time to pull the trigger.

"Danny, fire."

Flynn cried out in pain, snapping the barrel of his gun, his palms trembling as he reached for his pocket, grabbing a handful of shotguns.

Just as he was scrambling to reload, the front door banged and someone kicked open from the outside.

The moment the door was broken, the black-haired woman also fell to her knees.

Flynn hurriedly pressed the shotgun into the magazine, but before he could close the barrel, he was shot in the hand, his arm shook like an electric shock, and the shotgun was thrown behind him.

He gasped violently and crawled towards where the gun had fallen.

"Shoot, Danny."

Flynn roared loudly, and when he touched the handle of the gun, he realized that Danny's head was drooping and his eyes had become dull.

"I don't think he'll get a chance to shoot."

An indifferent voice rang out behind him, and Flynn quickly grabbed his shotgun.

The next moment, the thick boots stomped heavily on the back of his hand.

As the boots crushed, Flynn slammed his head on the ground, slamming his head into his heart, and the sharp pain made the green tendons in his neck pop out.

Looking at Flynn, who was panting violently, Ethan crouched down and pinched his face.

"Excuse me."

Turning around, Liviera walked in from outside with a shotgun in her hand, still carrying a machete.

The cold light flickered, and she picked up her machete and slashed at it.

"Poof."

Flynn's palm slashed at his wrist, and the blade sank deep into the floor.

"It's nice to touch me, isn't it?"

Despite Flynn's howl, Livira pulled out the machete and stepped on his lower body: "Actually, you are looking at the wrong person, I am the bad mom who provokes Fack." ”

"You're a psychopath." Flynn was tormented and devastated.

With tears streaming down his face, he cried out, "You two are very insane. ”

"You're right."

Liviera held the machete with both hands, the tip of the knife against his stomach:

"Who told you to provoke a psychopath?"

With a thud, the machete stabbed through the flesh, stabbing him through the body, pinning Flynn to the floor.

Ethan stood up and kicked his gun aside.

Sitting on the sofa with her back to her head, her eyes were dead, and the black-haired woman also collapsed to the ground, and Ethan had just fired two shots that hit her firmly in the chest.

When they have a bad idea, they are doomed to this fate, and no one will survive.

As long as Livira is out of the control of these people, everything is as simple as chopping vegetables and melons.

Releasing the trembling hilt, Liviela stood up:

"What now?"

What to do next, it goes without saying.

A former detective, a former town police officer, cleaning up the crime scene couldn't be easier.

All the bodies, including Ethan in the repair shop, were all turned missing thanks to the efforts of two people.

They cleaned up their tails, and Ethan returned to the motel alone.

The person who guarded the store at night was replaced by a white aunt instead of the curious shopkeeper, which made Ethan's typed manuscript a lot of work in vain.

After vacating the room, the two left the town overnight in a pickup truck and set out on their way home.

When they arrived in Ohio, they dropped their pickups, disguised themselves as backpackers, and hitchhiked all the way to Pennsylvania.

After going around and around for more than ten days, I finally arrived at Banshee Town.

"Welcome to Banshee Town."

When he saw the familiar street signs, Ethan's tiredness subsided a lot.

He smiled and raised his arm to the truck driver and gave him a thumbs up.

The enthusiastic driver honked his horn and the truck slowly left.

Livi tightened the large package on her back and looked left and right, the side of the road was lush and lush.

A gentle breeze blows, and the whole body is refreshing.

The two of them were now dressed as a whole backpacker, with jackets, big bags, and a bucket's hat on their heads.

"Is this your home?"

Livira took off her sunglasses, gestured around with trekking poles, and asked with a smile, "Where is home?" ”

(End of chapter)