My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The vehicle impound lot was very narrow in terms of entry and exit, and O'Connor had to be coaxed and intimidated before he drove out smoothly.

After buying some more things, they went straight to Leti's house.

The further we go, the more eccentric the road becomes.

There were no streetlights here, and the vehicle swayed past a pile of rubble, passed the oil pump that was kowtowing, and came to a stop in front of a one-story wooden house.

The more remote areas of Los Angeles are like a large rural area.

This is so different from Chicago.

After Ethan got out of the car, he waved to the two people and immediately found a corner. He used the disposable mobile phone he just bought to call Jia Bo, which was considered safe.

On the other side, Jia Bo had been waiting impatiently for a long time. After receiving the call, he finally felt relieved.

In a few words, you can clearly introduce the current situation.

After discussing some countermeasures with him and asking Jabo to wait for his next notification, Ethan hung up the phone.

At this time, the lights in the wooden house next to it were already on.

"How about it?"

Ethan pushed open the ajar door and glanced around the room: "When will your friend come over? I hope that person has a medical license, otherwise you will be useless."

The house is a little messy.

Many places were covered with white cloth.

O'Connor was putting away the dust sheets while Toledo sat alone at the dining room table.

Inside there are ordinary home decorations, decorated warmly.

As for the rest, nothing special.

"Coming over."

Toledo put out the cigarette butt and said with a cold sweat: "The room is enough. You can rest here at night. All daily necessities are provided."

"snort."

O'Connor groaned, rolled up the dustproof cloth into a ball and threw it aside: "I didn't even know Letty still had this residence."

"There's a lot you don't know."

Toledo couldn't help but tease him again, but his tone was much better.

After all, the other party chose to stand with him.

Ethan opened the refrigerator and took out a few bottles of beer that he had just put in. He also came to the dining table and sat down. With a flick of his wrist, a bottle of beer slid towards Toledo.

What the other party said just now is also true.

Although we are all on the same front, we still need to be vigilant.

If one person leaves, the other person will definitely be afraid that he will steal the goods. After all, money touches people's hearts. It is normal for Toledo to have this worry. It is more or less a precaution.

Ethan didn’t care, it was just one night anyway.

As long as O'Connor confirms it tomorrow, regardless of whether the FBI agrees to cooperate or not, he will make an appointment with Campos.

No, it's negotiation.

O'Connor also came over and picked up a bottle of beer. The three of them looked at each other and took a sip.

He didn't say anything, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Just while drinking, O'Connor glanced out the window from time to time, which made Ethan a little confused, while Toledo had a sullen face, exuding an aura of displeasure.

After finishing a bottle of beer, there was the sound of a car outside.

With a thought, he turned on the radar.

Seeing that there was only one spot of light outside, Ethan felt relieved. He didn't want to reveal his trump card so quickly, which would cause some trouble for his subsequent actions.

"Gah~"

Ignoring Toledo's gaze, O'Connor moved the chair and made a scratching sound.

After standing up, he quickly walked toward the door.

"Hi."

"Um."

"Sorry to trouble you this time, you are the only person I can think of who can help."

"That's my brother. How is he? He shouldn't be dead, right?"

Following a brief and hurried conversation, the two of them crossed the storage shelf to the living room and stopped at the same time.

"Do you really want me to die?"

Toledo put down the beer bottle and said dissatisfiedly: "Thankfully you are still my sister."

The visitor's attention was not on him at all.

"so."

Mia was carrying a first aid kit and looked at Ethan playfully: "When I drove half an hour from home, I suddenly arrived in Chicago, right? This Mr. Morgan!"

“I didn’t expect that Chicago and Los Angeles are so close.”

"Why fly?"

She shrugged and said angrily: "Can't you just drive?"

A series of words with guns and sticks came to Ethan angrily.

At the same time, Ethan was also a little surprised.

"Are you serious?."

He looked at Toledo, frowned and pointed at Mia and asked, "Is this your sister?"

He looked at O'Connor again, teeth blossoming:

"She is your ex-girlfriend?"

The previous sentence made Toledo's eyes widen. He pretended that my sister is so beautiful, and at the same time expressed strong indignation at Ethan for questioning his appearance.

As for the latter sentence, both O'Connor and Mia were a little embarrassed.

Although a long time has passed.

"cough!"

Ethan touched his nose and attacked unceremoniously: "Mia, I thought we were friends."

"You must know something and yet you won't tell me."

"Please, this is inappropriate."

On his face was a feeling of distrust.

This look stunned Mia for a moment, and she quickly reacted, her nose almost crooked with anger: "Hey, you guy, how could you do this? You were the one who told me there was nothing wrong."

"You also said that Letty's death was purely accidental."

"You two know each other?"

Toledo reacted immediately and nodded repeatedly: "That's right, you are the one to prepare the funeral."

"Hiss~"

This movement pulled at the wound, and he took a breath of cold air.

Mia didn't care about causing trouble for Ethan anymore. She quickly put down the first aid kit and found scissors from it. She neatly cut open Toledo's T-shirt and carefully tore it off.

Especially where it is adherent to the wound, the movement is quite slow.

Toledo licked his lips, quickly took out a cigarette and lit it, pretending to be disapproving.

Imports are small and exports are large.

This is a normal phenomenon. Toledo should be lucky that it was only a small-caliber pistol that hit him.

If it were hit by Ethan's usual gun, the entire arm would be useless.

"Penetrating injury."

Mia checked it, nodded and said: "There is no foreign body left inside. I need to debridement and then suture it up."

"It will hurt a little, but you should think of this when you are exchanging fire with others."

After speaking, she gently slapped the wound.

It gives people the feeling of causing trouble for the older brother and worrying about the younger sister.

"Waterfa~"

Toledo screamed in pain, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "I think you must be enjoying this moment very much, right?"

"certainly."

Mia slapped her hard again: "After you left for a few years, I enjoy seeing you like this very much."

As she spoke, she glanced at O'Connor.

The latter scratched his head and looked away. After all, these situations were caused by him.