My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

On the road from Los Angeles to Mexico, a long-distance truck was driving fast.

In the carriage, several modified cars swayed slightly.

Ethan scanned the radar and noticed that there were light spots flying across it from time to time, and he immediately knew that he had reached the highway.

In addition to checking eavesdropping and positioning equipment, their communication equipment was also confiscated.

It doesn't matter if you buy a mobile phone temporarily.

It's just a little boring now.

Of course, Campos wouldn't let them suffer in vain. The guy promised that as long as they successfully transported each of them, each of them would be paid two hundred thousand dollars.

This price is very attractive to ordinary people.

Just a few trips back and forth will lead to immediate financial freedom, so these people do not care about the dangers and join resolutely.

As for what was being transported, they didn't bother to ask.

Given these prices, the things to be transported are naturally extraordinary.

Knowing too much can kill you.

The seat belt was tightened and the door lock was unlocked. Ethan crossed his arms and was about to go to sleep. At this time, the Mustang in front of him made some movement. O'Connor poked his head and pushed the door open.

The guy looked around, then walked back holding on to the lifting frame next to him.

"Hey."

Next to the Camaro, he paused: "How's that, New Yorker?"

As he said these words, he was making other gestures in his hands.

"What do you want to do?"

Ethan turned on the radio, and noisy music came out: "If you can't sleep, I can do you a favor."

He raised his arms and clenched his fists.

"You don't need this."

O'Connor touched his still bruised chest and said softly helplessly: "Thank you for what happened just now!"

The truck vibrated, coupled with the loud music.

This sound is inaudible.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Feeling the air flowing inside, Ethan lit up his cigarette: "But some things are dangerous. I admire what you are doing, but don't expect me to help you."

Before O'Connor could open his mouth, the words choked him to death.

"You're actually a good person."

O'Connor calmed down the energy and gritted his teeth: "I can feel it, otherwise you wouldn't have had to help me just now."

"The Braga independence cartel has done a lot of bad things."

"You also know that they are a pro-independence group." Ethan interrupted him and waved his hand: "If they don't do bad things, how can they do good things?"

Choked again.

O'Connor grabbed his fists and immediately turned around and left.

After being stabbed twice, he no longer had any hope. He saw the kindness shown by the other party just now and wanted to try harder. After all, he didn't have any backup now, and he wanted to find someone who could help.

Just a few simple words from the other party dispelled his thoughts.

Next, O'Connor didn't get back in the car right away.

He went to chat with a few other people and then returned to the car with a calm look.

For the past few minutes, Ethan had turned off the radio.

A long purr sounded immediately.

"Boom, ba~~~"

With a harsh sound, Ethan suddenly opened his eyes.

The vehicle didn't know how long it had been shaking, and it wasn't clear where it was now, but after a violent shaking, it finally stopped.

"Bang bang bang."

There were several heavy slaps on the car door, and it opened with a creak.

After a burst of jabbering words, the people below clapped their hands and shouted: "Start the vehicle, we've arrived at the place, you can get off one after another."

Hearing this voice, the corners of Ethan's mouth twitched.

Just as he expected, this big truck took them directly to Mexico. He didn't know how they did it or where they were.

The lights came on and cars drove off one after another.

And under the command of armed personnel, it was parked in a large factory building.

"Food, water."

One of the burly Mexican men pointed to the bucket in the corner and said in a deep voice: "There is also a toilet. If you don't want to get shot, don't run around!"

The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and these people quickly left the warehouse.

"Bang."

The iron door was shut tightly.

The armed men did not leave, but stood guard outside.

From the dilapidated windows, the stars can already be seen.

"Don't even move."

Ethan withdrew his gaze, kicked up the strong man who had looked unkindly to him before, and said, "Let me go first, or I will knock you all down."

"Fakeyu."

The strong man lost thousands of dollars last night, and now he got kicked inexplicably. He roared and tried to get up.

"bump."

Another sweeping kick hit him in the stomach.

The whole person curled up into a giant shrimp.

"How's it going?" Ethan fiddled with his toes, firmly holding the opponent's neck, and at the same time looked at the remaining four people: "Does anyone have any objections now?"

His eyes were extremely fierce.

This inexplicable conflict also made O'Connor take a breath of air, and he stopped with an ugly expression on his face.

I was so dizzy before that I wanted to cooperate with this thug.

He was so ruthless in every move he made.

Not only him, but everyone else also looked very ugly, and they all turned their attention to the big bald head in front of them. The rest was the one with the strongest physique.

"Please."

Toledo gritted his teeth and waved helplessly.

He really couldn't beat this guy.

"If you dare to look at me like that again." Ethan sternly glanced at the guy lying on the ground and screamed in pain, and said in a deep voice: "I swear, I will twist your arm off."

Released his feet, he strutted over to the bucket and took care of his personal hygiene.

After finishing, he walked not far away.

There were several bottles of mineral water on the table, as well as tacos packed in plastic bags. When you come to Mexico, you naturally eat burritos.

"Did I let you move?"

He opened a bottle of mineral water, washed his hands, and glanced at a skinny black guy: "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Hey."

O'Connor couldn't help it. He took a step forward and said excitedly: "Don't go too far."

"so what?"

Ethan grabbed a burrito and took a big bite: "When I'm eating, I don't want to see something unappetizing happen, otherwise I'll be very irritable."

The burrito is stuffed with roast beef, macaroni, and drizzled with chili sauce.

It actually tastes pretty good.

No one would think of having a conflict with others in a place like this.

Ethan was labeled as a lunatic in their eyes. Although he was a little annoyed, they all stopped. The strong man just now was squatting on the ground and gasping for air.

There is no need to be acquainted with a psychopath.

After eating three burritos in a row, Ethan waved his hand with satisfaction.

Some people who couldn't bear it for a long time ran towards the bucket like a sprint.

Ethan picked up a cigarette and walked quickly to the corner of this spacious warehouse to avoid these unhygienic guys.

There is not a single blip on the radar.

Based on the shaking of the big truck just now, they should be in the wilderness.

Pop off the cigarette ashes and wait patiently.