My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The palms of the two people held each other tightly.

O'Connor stared into the opponent's eyes with a warning look in his eyes: "Are you here to race?"

Although, the opponent's skills are terrifying.

But with the FBI at his back, O'Connor naturally has his share of confidence.

If the other party dares to cause trouble, he will definitely find a way to nail this guy.

After returning to the station yesterday, he urgently called nearby surveillance cameras to find information about this mysterious man, but found nothing. He didn't expect to encounter him again now.

The name Morgan must also be fake.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but use a little more strength.

"hiss."

The next moment, he took a breath of air.

It was okay if he didn't use force again. When he did, Ethan took it as a provocation and pinched him hard in turn, making him grin.

"Of course I'm here to race."

Ethan stopped provoking him. He let go of his hand and pointedly said: "Mr. O'Connor, I think you should be the same. How about we just let us do our jobs?"

When competing on the same stage, avoidance is definitely unavoidable.

Instead of being evasive, it's better to make things clear now to avoid any surprises later.

"good idea."

Although O'Connor was full of doubts, he could only nod in agreement.

The advantage lies with the other party, not yourself.

The other party knew his identity, but he knew nothing about it. This feeling was really unpleasant.

"Snapped."

A muffled sound caught the attention of the two people.

Lift your head and look up.

Through the golf net, I saw a half-open space on the second floor. A Mexican man was swinging and hitting, and the white golf ball drew an arc and flew high.

Short hair, floral shirt.

Behind the Mexican man, several people who looked like followers were scattered on the chairs.

If you guessed it correctly, this is Campos.

"Yo."

A cry came from the side: "Are you two guys gay?"

He withdrew his gaze and looked to the side.

A skinny white boy, playing with a tablet computer slightly larger than a palm in his hand, looked over with a mocking face: "You still shake hands, damn, this is a gathering of racing drivers."

He has a golden back and a mean smile on his face.

This guy was hugging him from left to right, surrounded by three beauties with wheat-colored skin. All of them had curvy figures, and their waistcoat lines were clearly exposed on their lower abdomens.

Miniskirt, vest and cowboy hat.

It looks very hot.

"What, do you want it?"

Realizing that the eyes of the two people across from him fell on his tablet, the white boy said with a stern expression: "Everyone wants this thing, but you two pretty boys don't have a chance."

"You two are just cowards to get the chance to drive for Braga?"

Having said this, he curled his lips and shook his head.

"People like you." Ethan walked up to him and said cheerfully: "I've seen a lot of them. Without a few Viagra pills, they probably can't stand up."

"Actually, I can understand your mood."

"If you are not capable in a certain area, you can only show off like a fool."

"Pfft."

The girl wearing a cowboy hat next to her couldn't help covering her mouth and laughed softly.

This laughter confirmed what Ethan said.

The white boy's face turned blue and white. He stared at Ethan angrily and held the tablet computer tightly in his hand.

"Girls."

Ethan winked at the three girls beside him: "If you are interested, find this Dodge Viper after the game. Daddy Morgan will show you what a long night is."

A handsome face and muscular arms.

Coupled with this handsome smile, several girls' breathing became rapid.

Their eyes wandered, looking at Ethan's key parts, as if they were very interested in exploring whether the other person was telling the truth.

This act of robbing a woman made the white boy angry.

"Farke."

He cursed angrily and punched him.

O'Connor touched his chest later and watched the scene in front of him with interest. He wanted to punish such a mean-mouthed person.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan's arm stretched out like lightning and grabbed the other person's neck.

The body of a small chicken allowed him to pick it up with one hand.

"remember."

Ethan ignored the white boy whose face turned red and kept scratching the air with his toes, and said to the three excited girls next to him: "This is strength, not just a broken mouth."

"Let go."

The white boy struggled desperately, with veins popping out from his forehead.

But he couldn't do anything to the other party at all.

The action of forcibly pinching a person up was particularly visually impactful. The three girls behind all clamped their legs, feeling a little unsteady.

"Someone is approaching you."

Jiabo's voice came from the small headset in his ear. He swallowed and said, "Stop playing around, do business. Damn it, this woman is the best."

"Those things in front of you are all garbage."

There are really only a handful of women who can make Jia Bo say the best.

These words made Ethan immediately interested.

With a casual wave of his hand, he threw the choked white boy to the side as easily as throwing a sack.

"Farke."

After being hit to the ground, the white boy wanted to get up and fight back.

Let Ethan glance at it coldly, his heart trembled, and he immediately fainted.

"What's the problem here?"

A cold voice, accompanied by the stamping of high heels, sounded: "This is not the place for you to cause trouble, do you understand?"

Looking back, Ethan narrowed his eyes.

High nose bridge, delicate face.

The corner of his mouth seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

This woman is extremely tall. She is almost as tall as herself because she wears high heels. She has her ponytail tied up high and looks very capable.

As he spoke, the two large rings on the left and right ears swayed slightly.

"There is no problem."

Ethan shrugged, looked at the woman with slightly dissatisfied eyes, and smiled: "The other person and I are just playing a little game to see who has greater strength."

"By the way, I'm Morgan."

He extended his hand to the woman and continued, "Parker recommended that I come over and compete."

Most of the girls here are wearing hot pants and short skirts.

Only the woman in front of her was wearing a leather jacket and a pair of tight jeans. Her stand-out appearance also showed off the best advantage of her figure. Her pair of long legs were particularly attractive.

This style of dress also makes people ignore her smaller breasts.

However, Jiabo was right.

These legs alone can be considered the best.

"O'Connor."

The undercover agent also took a step forward and nodded to the woman: "I'm here to participate in the competition too."

Noticing that the other party's eyes kept looking at her body, the tall woman was a little annoyed. She ignored Ethan's outstretched palm and walked forward, swinging her ponytail:

"You two, come with me."

"Hahaha."

Seeing Ethan scratching his head in embarrassment, Jabo let out a burst of suppressed laughter.