My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Next to it is a large truck with a carriage more than ten meters long.

There were six modified cars parked out front.

The radar was turned on, and there were more than a dozen people wandering in the warehouse. Submachine guns and shotguns were everywhere. They held them in their hands without any hesitation.

"OK!"

Ethan didn't get out of the car. He clasped the armrest and leaned forward to sit on the window: "Mr. Campos, please explain what it means to win a big sum for you."

"Bump~"

After speaking, he patted the roof of the car.

His expression was one of confusion.

The people around him looked at him with admiration and admiration, which made him puzzled.

However, there are exceptions.

Gizelle's expression was cold, with his hands in his pockets.

She was wearing a jacket with a gray vest underneath that was quite close-fitting, revealing her flat belly and vaguely showing a hint of muscle lines.

The whole person is cool and sassy.

Noticing Ethan's aggressive gaze, she grabbed the hem of her jacket and quickly tightened her clothes.

On the other side, inside the red Ford.

A burly man stared at him with an extremely evil look on his face, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Ha ha."

Campos spread his hands and laughed loudly: "Regarding your feat last night, there was a small bet. Thanks to Mr. Viper, Mr. Toledo and I won a lot of money."

"Shet."

Ethan cursed, shook his head and said, "It sounds like you should give me a share."

Originally, I thought he would look embarrassed.

But I didn't expect that after I understood what happened, I had to pay for it.

"Jesus."

Campos pinched his temples and gave Ethan a thumbs up: "I like you more and more, you are really a talent."

This money-hungry style was his favorite.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more obvious.

While the two were talking, vehicles started arriving from behind, including Toledo and O'Connor.

The reason why the former won a sum of money seemed to be in a good mood.

However, it is more serious.

The same is true for other drivers. Even though they usually act recklessly and race violently, the guns everywhere still make them feel a little nervous.

After all, drag racing and driving on the road are completely different circles.

It's normal to feel this way.

In addition to the winners of last night's trials, the riders who came over also included those who had won the previous few races, including the strong man.

There are six in total, corresponding to the modified cars in front.

Come here and do all this work.

It is also impossible for Campos to let them use private vehicles. This is also to prevent possible unexpected situations, such as undercover agents.

Seeing that everyone was in place, he immediately waved his arms.

Several armed men stepped forward with scanners and scanned the vehicle and the people inside.

Ethan also sat back in the car and waited calmly.

Looking in the direction of O'Connor through the rearview mirror, the other person's expression was obviously a little panicked. From the slight shaking of his shoulders, he could tell that the guy was making some small moves.

He is an undercover agent and it is normal to have some small facilities on him.

If he is discovered here, forget about the mission. Being shot to death is the best outcome for him.

"Cough~"

Ethan coughed and reached into his pocket.

This move made the searchers become nervous. They all gathered around and pointed their guns at him.

"Hey, what are you doing."

"Don't move."

"Show me your hands."

With a low cry, Ethan slowly took out his hand: "Mr. Campos, I think you should focus on this mother Fake."

"Let me see your hands?"

He took out the lighter and looked at the bald man next to him dissatisfied: "Are you a cop?"

"Otherwise, why would you say such a thing?"

"Ding!"

The cover opened with a crisp sound.

Flames also burst out.

Seeing the rising smoke, the few people who gathered around lowered their guns in embarrassment.

"continue."

Campos shook his head, waved his hand and urged: "We are in a hurry."

Of the group of people inside, this person alone could not be the police.

During last night's drag racing, it can be said that two drivers died directly at the hands of this Morgan. No undercover agent could do such a thing, otherwise he would be easily held accountable afterwards.

Those were just ordinary drag racing parties.

As for the flower work last night, let alone the note, many street elements are not that rampant.

I don't know if my subordinates are dizzy.

I actually thought that person was a cop.

Following his urging, several people responsible for the search continued their work.

Using this precious time, O'Connor also successfully removed the gadgets on his body and destroyed them. His face returned to calmness, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he looked in the direction of Ethan.

"That's it."

As the search for the last car was completed, the bald man nodded to his boss: "No problem, they are all clean."

"No problem at all."

Ethan spread his hands dissatisfied and stuck his head out of the window: "Mr. Campos, can we hurry up?"

"A lot of girls left me their phone numbers last night."

"You know, I'm probably going to be quite busy tonight, so I have to hurry up."

These words made many people at the scene twitch their eyes. This shameless look was also impressive.

Moreover, he actually still has energy.

Or people are not.

"OK."

Campos shook his head and smiled, putting on his sunglasses: "Each of you choose a car."

Hearing this, Ethan immediately got out of the car.

Everyone was astonished by his vigorous appearance. What happened last night couldn't be faked, and those girls who dragged their heavy steps out of the door couldn't show their tiredness.

In order to ensure the effectiveness of the bet, some people would eavesdrop from time to time.

The deafening sound almost never stopped.

Unexpectedly, the other party only rested for seven or eight hours and was still full of energy.

"Girl with long legs."

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Ethan strode up to Gizelle and said with a smile: "Give me that Chevrolet Camaro, I like yellow."

"Um."

Gizelle groaned and slapped the car key into his hand angrily: "I have a name, Gizelle."

Bright eyes glanced at him.

"Okay, leggy girl."

After taking the key, Ethan thanked you with a sunny smile: "Thank you, long-legged girl!"

Regardless of the other party's speechless expression, he swung the car keys and walked towards the Hornet next to him. The bright yellow car body had sharp corners, and the inside had also been specially modified. Nitrogen bottles came into view.

When I started the vehicle, the engine hummed.

The exhaust pipe also began to vibrate slightly, expelling streams of exhaust gas.

Under the command of those people, Ethan drove the Hornet backwards along the bridge deck and backed the vehicle into the compartment of the large truck next to it.

The roar kept sounding.

In the modified carriage, six cars were fully parked, three above and three below.