My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Jia Bo was as scared as a tiger and didn't care at all.

He shook his head, started the vehicle and drove forward, the distance of a hundred meters shortened in an instant.

Dissatisfied with these people's interruption of Letty's funeral, he deliberately pushed the accelerator hard, and the Aston Martin's rear swung violently, narrowly missing the group.

On the work badge, the three characters "FBI" are particularly obvious.

This move frightened several agents and took two steps back, with angry looks on their faces.

The only exception was a tall and tall guy. His body did not move at all, watching the rear of the car pass less than half a meter in front of him, his eyes fixed on the person driving inside.

He was relieved when he found out that he was not the target person.

"damn it."

One of the detectives cursed angrily and wanted to rush over: "This bastard did it on purpose."

"Hey."

The tall, handsome detective stretched out his hand and held down his colleague: "Forget it, this is a funeral, we shouldn't have come to disturb it in the first place."

"Farke."

The agent who was held down looked at the luxury car and had no choice but to give up the idea.

People who drive this kind of car are not easy to mess with.

Although he is a law enforcement officer, there is one truth that is universal in this country, that is, never mess with rich people.

The richer you are, the less you want to mess with them.

Money and power are often closely linked.

Aston Martin stopped behind those street-modified cars. The scene that just happened was naturally noticed by those attending the funeral.

Street style is incompatible with this kind of luxury car.

But what he did just now won a lot of favor from everyone present. When they saw the people getting out of the car, they all nodded in greeting.

Ethan doesn't care about these.

He straightened his clothes and walked quickly to the rows of seats.

Mia, whom I met last night, is sitting at the front.

Wearing a black dress, she looked very sad. She nodded to Ethan who appeared, and then silently looked at the coffin in front of her.

Next to the coffin, there is a large photo of Letty.

On his face was a bright smile.

After staring blankly at the portrait for a while, Ethan shook his head and sighed, turned around and found a seat to sit down.

"We gather here."

The priest stood in front of everyone, straightened his Roman collar, and spoke the same words loudly.

Sitting on the chair, Ethan looked at the coffin expressionlessly for a while, then looked up at the drifting white clouds. The breeze blew by, filling his nose with the fragrance of green grass.

Although some psychological construction has been done.

But what happened now still made him clench his fists tightly.

He retracted his gaze and looked forward.

Mia was sobbing softly, her thin shoulders shaking slightly.

While crying, she turned her head from time to time.

Looking in the direction of the other person's line of sight, there were several FBI agents standing together. The person among them was the guy who had just been shaken by him but hadn't moved at all.

The detective had a straight face and a complicated expression.

There was a flash of sadness in his eyes.

This flash of emotion was caught by Ethan. He narrowed his eyes and doubts arose in his heart.

Could it be that this is also an acquaintance of Letty's.

Otherwise, how could I have such emotions?

The thought was quickly suppressed by him, and he focused on the funeral scene. Several people came forward one after another, telling about Letty they knew and sharing some things in the past.

This session is over and the brief ceremony is coming to an end.

The crowd stood up and slowly came forward.

Ethan let out a breath and stood up. He really didn't want to stay in this place anymore.

He took a white flower and threw it into the grave.

The delicate petals shattered on the coffin and rolled down. This was also the final farewell to the other party.

"Condolences."

There were no family members here, so Ethan could only say to Mia, who was preparing for the funeral: "I'm sorry for what we lost, but I hope you can come out as soon as possible. She definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

The other party is planning these things and is Letty's emergency contact.

There are also photos of Letty in her home.

And that Dodge Challenger.

All of this proves that the relationship between the other party and Letty is very close, and it is not that family is better than family.

Therefore, Ethan can understand her sadness.

"Thanks."

Mia quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and opened her arms to Ethan with a tearful smile: "These words also apply to yourself."

"certainly."

Ethan nodded and hugged her gently.

"Wait a minute."

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Mia quickly grabbed his sleeve: "How is your investigation going on last night?"

"And that friend of yours?"

"terribly sorry."

Ethan shook his head slowly and sighed:

"My friend was temporarily busy and he didn't come over. However, we have consulted clearly and there is nothing unusual."

"It seems that this was indeed an accident."

Hearing these words, Mia opened her mouth to say something.

But after some hesitation, he closed his mouth.

When she made this move, Ethan happened to look at the photo next to him and did not notice this scene.

Looking back, both of them looked complicated.

"I'll fly out in a while."

Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand to her again: "You have my phone number. If you have a chance to go to Chicago, I will treat you to a drink."

There is no need to involve the other party in what happens next.

Some jobs are more troublesome the more people there are.

Even if he does something appalling, he just slaps his butt and leaves without a trace, but the other person lives in Los Angeles.

If something unexpected happens, it will directly affect your life.

"OK."

Mia pursed her lips and smiled, holding the other person's hand firmly: "I owe you a drink. One day we will meet again."

"Um."

The two let go, and Ethan glanced at the coffin in the pit, turned around and left.

If there is really anything involved behind the scenes, everyone will die.

The silver Aston Martin DB12 roared and quickly left the funeral scene. After turning a corner, it stopped sharply.

A figure jumped out from under the big tree and quickly got into the car.

The roar sounded again and flew away.

Los Angeles, Koreatown.

An old Toyota Corolla drove from a distance and stopped slowly on the street.

"Is it in here?"

Looking towards the discount store diagonally opposite, Ethan put the car into park gear.

"That's right."

Jabber nodded, biting the burger in his mouth and said, "David Parker is on the fourth floor above. At least his mobile phone signal is located here."

Near noon, we finally locked the target.

After Jiabo bought a second-hand car with fake documents, the two quickly rushed to this place.

"You stay here."

Ethan pushed open the car door and said casually: "Just wait for my news."

"Got it, Hammer."

Being able to lie down comfortably in the car and enjoy the air conditioning is something Jiabo couldn't wish for.

I am a technical person, not a muscular man.

As for whether he would be in danger, he never thought about it. He grabbed the cheese beef burger in his hand and continued to eat happily. (End of chapter)