My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After leaving the electrical appliance store, everyone merged into the huge crowd of people fleeing the city on the main street.

The chaos has not yet spread to the main streets. Faced with the crisis, most people are still thinking about escaping.

Just as a few people were walking in the direction pointed by the map, there was a loud noise behind them and the people next to them started to stir. Ethan turned around and saw that a tall building not far away was slowly falling.

The people around him suddenly rushed forward like ants on a hot pot.

At the beginning of the earthquake, Ethan witnessed the horror of high-rise building collapse.

Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately grabbed Blake and Ollie, who were still standing there, and pushed them to the side with all his strength. Ben Taylor originally planned to run forward with the crowd, but he followed suit when he saw it.

After all the effort, he reached the edge of the street. Ethan raised his arm and pushed Ollie into a corner. Then he hugged Blake and stood behind Ollie. Ben Taylor followed closely, and several people Squeeze tightly into the corner.

"Blake, that's great. You're okay. Come on and make room for me."

A man covered in dust ran over with a look of surprise on his face. His suit was rumpled and there was only one leather shoe left on his feet.

At this moment, the tall building could no longer withstand the pressure and collapsed.

The shattered pieces and dust came like a sandstorm. Seeing this horrifying sight, the leather-shoe man immediately reached out and grabbed Ollie's collar, trying to pull him out so that he could hide inside.

"Daniel, Fayou, go to hell."

Blake quickly raised his long legs and kicked Daniel into the billowing yellow smoke.

Amidst all the crackling sounds, Ethan hugged Blake tightly, leaned into her ear and yelled, "Good job."

The next moment, smoke and dust submerged them in darkness.

Ethan held his breath, and he didn't know how long it took. The smoke and dust finally dissipated, and several people coughed and patted the dust on their bodies.

The streets that were originally crowded with people now felt like purgatory on earth.

The scene was so tragic that Blake couldn't bear it and reached out to cover Ollie's eyes.

"Keep walking, don't stop, keep walking forward along the evacuation channel."

Under the constant shouts of the police, the fleeing crowd rolled along the road. On both sides of the road, National Guardsmen were fully armed at intervals.

"It's just a few blocks to Lombard Street, and then we'll be at Coit Tower in no time."

Ollie walked in front, carefully compared the map in his hand, and said happily to them.

Several people were shocked and their pace quickened a bit.

"Hey, look over there."

Blake's eyes lit up, and he took Ethan's hand and ran to the side.

"This is just a crashed fire truck, what's so surprising about it?"

Ben Taylor looked at Ethan enviously, avoided the people next to him, and quickly followed him.

"Quickly look for the supply box. There should be something useful in the supply box." Blake opened the storage compartment on the fire truck.

"Is this it?" Ollie, a little expert in finding objects, pulled out a silver-white aluminum box.

The box hit the ground with a dull sound. Blake quickly came over and opened the box. After a brief search, she whispered happily and found a radio from inside the box.

Blake turned sideways to block the view of the crowd behind him and handed the radio to Ethan.

Ethan understood, took the radio and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. At this time, several people ran behind him and squeezed Ollie away. After seeing that there was no food in the box, he returned to the crowd in disappointment.

After everyone walked forward for a certain distance, Blake couldn't stand being stared at by Ollie's curious eyes, so he explained in a low voice:

"Each city has its strategic channels for emergency personnel to communicate."

"Using that radio, we can learn about the latest situation. At least we won't be confused."

"Knowing your enemy is like knowing yourself, and only in this way can you win the battle, Confucius, the flower grower, said." Ollie concluded.

Ethan turned it around in his mind a few times before he realized what he meant was "Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be in danger of a hundred battles."

But what does this have to do with Confucius? Ethan raised his hand and patted Ollie on the head.

He found a remote corner and listened to the radio with Blake, but unfortunately there was no useful news.

"You guys, hurry up and take a look. There seems to be something wrong with the Coit Tower that Blake mentioned."

Ben Taylor put his hands on his waist and stood on the roadside looking into the distance.

Looking around, in the distance, a tall tower that looks like a fire hose nozzle stands among the billowing smoke, and the black smoke rolls like waves.

Underneath the smoke was a sea of ​​fire. A large area of ​​buildings next to the tower was engulfed in flames, and a fire truck was feebly spraying water.

The firelight illuminated Blake's face like sunset, and she opened her mouth and murmured: "It seems we need to carry out plan B."

Ben Taylor scratched his head in confusion, "It seems we don't have a plan B, right?"

Blake grabbed a corner of the map in Ollie's hand and said quickly while looking at it:

"It will be there soon. Now we have no way to go to Coit Tower. We can only look for nearby highlands again. My father will definitely search for us near Coit Tower."

"Here" Ollie pointed heavily at a place on the map. "Nobo Mountain, this is the closest highland to here."

"Very well, let's set off right away."

After checking the direction, Ethan, Blake, and Ollie were going against the flow of people to go to Nobo Mountain.

"Wait a moment."

Ben Taylor called out to them, jumped into a car, and stood on the roof of the car looking around.

Blake stopped in confusion, "Is there anything else?"

"Wait a moment, let me check the situation"

"Blake, only a few of us chose to go that way." Ben Taylor jumped off the roof of the car and walked in front of them. "I just took a look. Everyone is going outside, trying to find a way to leave the city and seek rescue."

He pointed in the direction and emphasized again, "Only if we go inside, should we think more carefully?"

Blake quickly explained: "My dad asked me to go to higher places. We now have to find a way to get to higher places. He has already driven the rescue helicopter over. We are at a high place to facilitate his search and rescue."

"But what if he encounters a situation and fails to come over? What if he fails to find us?"

"Listen, I know this sounds crazy, but you have to believe me. My dad will come to save us. He promised me, and I am willing to believe him."

Blake kept persuading, while Ben Taylor was extremely troubled.

After all, he still had his younger brother with him. Compared with the terrifying high-rise jungle now, evacuating with the flow of people would make him feel more at ease.

"How about we listen to what Ethan has to say?" Ollie said suddenly.

The eyes of Blake and Ben Taylor both fell on Ethan. Ethan hesitated, climbed onto a car with his hands and feet, stood on the roof and looked into the distance.

On the chaotic streets, an endless flow of people was slowly moving out of the city, and the Golden Gate Bridge was filled with water.

Behind him, the city gradually became quiet, and occasionally there was a terrifying sound of collapse.