My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After getting off the car, Ethan lowered his peaked cap and walked towards the discount convenience store opposite.

This place is similar to Chinatown.

This is a gathering area for Koreans.

The signs along the street are full of Korean characters, and people with black hair and yellow skin can be seen everywhere.

Compared with many neighborhoods in the United States, this place seems very peaceful.

It is hard to imagine that there was a major riot here more than 20 years ago. Bangzi and Lao Hei directly launched a city offensive and defensive battle in the streets. This battle completely made their name.

The sticks united in the face of Lao Hei's attack.

They organized all the young and middle-aged people and set up camp step by step in Koreatown. They picked up pistols, shotguns, and submachine guns to protect their homes.

Although he lost hundreds of millions of dollars in assets, he showed his fangs to other ethnic groups.

On this point, I have to admire it.

However, this has nothing to do with what happened today.

Ethan stopped and squinted his eyes to look at the small building in front of him. It was a building along the street with a red brick exterior.

It's not high, only four floors.

There are various shops below, and the David Parker he is looking for is on the top floor.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he walked quickly to the stairs next to him.

Head down, walk up the wide stairs.

After confirming that there was no surveillance equipment inside the building, he no longer seemed so cautious. When he arrived on the third floor, he slowly put on disposable gloves on his hands.

Walking up to the fourth floor, I saw no one around.

With a flash of his palm, a TEC-9 submachine gun appeared in his hand.

The extra-long magazine loaded with fifty rounds of ammunition will make people feel scared when they see it. The burst of firepower can tear everything in front of them into pieces.

This is also the reason why Jiabo can't be brought with him.

To put it bluntly, it is to facilitate oneself to cheat. Well, it cannot be called cheating. It should be said to give full play to one's strength.

Ethan put the submachine gun behind his back and walked to the end of the corridor with a smile.

Look at the room number, 404.

"Dong dong dong."

A dull knock on the door resounded through the corridor.

There was only one spot of light inside, making his expression more relaxed and freehand.

Bangzi music keeps vibrating inside.

Soon, the light spot approached the door.

The light and shadow flashed in the cat's eyes, and the person inside stood behind the door and looked out with vigilance: "Who is it? What's the matter?"

"Bang."

Ethan flew up with a kick and hit the door lock hard.

The broken door lock flew to the ground with a bang, making a series of crisp sounds.

The person standing behind was also slapped hard on the face by the door. His nose was sore, blood immediately flowed down, and he staggered back a few steps.

"Xi Ba~"

There was a roar, and the man covered his nose and was about to raise his pistol.

The next moment, the honeycomb-shaped barrel of the TEC-9 submachine gun quietly pressed against his forehead. What was colder than the barrel was the look in the eyes of the man holding the gun.

Murderous intent permeated the air.

"David Parker?"

After looking at the man's bumpy face, Ethan asked as usual.

"Don't shake your head."

He smiled slightly and said calmly: "If not, then you are worthless."

Hearing this, Parker's neck stiffened.

Although he is not a vicious criminal, as a broker, he is usually well-informed, and he is sure that the guy in front of him is the kind of person who would not hesitate to shoot.

Those eyes were more terrifying than some of the Mexican hawkers he had come into contact with.

"it's me."

Parker nodded slowly: "David Parker."

"Very good." Ethan's smile grew wider: "You are a smart man, or I hope you are."

"This is a very good start."

"Next."

Pushing the submachine gun forward, he said in a deep voice: "Can you give me the Beretta M9 you have? Thank you."

"Children should not play with guns, it is too dangerous."

Looking at the cap on the opponent's head, the disposable gloves he was wearing, and the submachine gun that ordinary gang members had no use for, Parker's heart kept sinking.

Especially words that sound like a joke.

All this indicates that the white man in front of him is a murderous guy.

"no problem."

Cold sweat broke out on Parker's forehead. He tremblingly held up the Paletta M9 and handed it out: "Listen, I don't know what you want."

"But I think I don't have what you need here."

"Come on, I'm just a nobody."

"Shut up."

Ethan took the pistol and stuck it behind his waist.

His eyes glanced at the sofa.

Parker was very sensible. He slowly moved to the side of the sofa and sat down carefully, for fear that the gun in front of him would suddenly spurt out tongues of flame.

"Gah~"

Ethan pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him.

The submachine gun is on the table.

The dark muzzle was naturally pointed at this guy named Parker.

The living room is not big, but it is quite warmly decorated. There is a big TV next to Ethan. Girls' Generation is singing and dancing in it. The screen is full of long legs and white flowers, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

The music I heard just now was coming from the TV.

However, thanks to this voice, the sound of the door bursting was covered up. There were a few light spots in the room next to it, but there was no unusual behavior.

Maybe he's still sleeping, but his position hasn't changed.

"Letty."

Ethan sat on a chair, tapping the handle of his submachine gun with his fingers: "I just attended her funeral a few hours ago."

When speaking, look the other person in the eye.

"To that."

"I'm not happy," he said with a smile.

"So, I also want to make some people very unhappy."

"Actually, you know, emotion transfer is a very effective method and will help me sleep better at night. What do you think?"

At the mention of Letty's name, a trace of uneasiness flashed in the other person's eyes.

Ethan immediately understood that this guy must know something, Jabo was indeed reliable, and he had found the right person this time.

However, the mouth seems a bit hard.

Looking at the smiling face of the other party, Parker felt chilled, but the person on the other side was not easy to mess with. He swallowed hard, not knowing what to make.

"It seems that those people are not easy to deal with."

After working as a police officer for so long, Ethan can naturally identify this micro-expression.

"never mind."

He put away the submachine gun and inserted it behind him: "Let me help you make this decision."

Some people don't let him experience violence.

He's just a stubborn duck with a tough mouth.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing this move, Parker shivered for a while.

He looks tall and tall, but his courage really doesn't match up.

"Let me tell you a fact, sometimes being obedient and cooperating is your only choice." Ethan's eyes flashed, he grabbed the fruit knife on the table and flew towards it.

"don't want."

Parker yelled in horror and stood up to run away.

"Moving too slowly."

Ethan held the knife in his hand and suppressed him easily. After throwing two punches, he grabbed the opponent's ear with his left hand and pulled hard.

The fruit knife in the right hand is placed above the ear.

"ah!!!"

Screams resounded throughout the apartment. (End of chapter)