My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Under the gazes of the two of them, Ethan took out his mobile phone.

Before he dialed the number, he stopped and looked at Mary.

"Joe has been through it all, and he will be mentally prepared for what he will face next."

"But I'm not sure if I want you to get involved. After all, you're just a doctor."

Ethan stretched out his hand to stop Mary's urge to speak, and continued to say to her:

"The person who kidnapped Joe may have extraordinary power. The person or organization that was able to imprison him for twenty years and create the illusion that he killed his wife either has great financial resources or is a highly organized gang."

“If we want to track down these people, we may face great danger in the future.

After finishing speaking, Ethan took the phone and looked at Mary.

The room became quiet, except for the breathing of a few people.

Mary took a long puff on her cigarette, then dropped the cigarette butt and stamped it out, "Fake, if you don't let me know, forget it, now I have to do my part."

Joe turned to Mary and said gratefully, "Thank you."

"Okay, then I hope you won't make any comments about what I do next. This is for Joe, okay?"

Under the curious eyes of the two of them, Ethan dialed the phone.

After a while, the phone was connected.

"Mom, that bastard disturbed me in my sleep this early in the morning."

Ethan glanced at them, turned and walked out of the room "Hey man, I'm Ethan and I need help."

Jia Bo suppressed his violent anger and said, "Speak, I will listen."

"I need a clean car and a bunch of guys."

"Fake, what kind of trouble have you caused? Aren't you going to see a doctor?"

Jabo said helplessly: "I found that you, like Hood, are in a lot of trouble wherever you go."

"Don't talk so much. I need it urgently. I know you must be prepared."

Jiabo could rent more than a dozen houses in a city and live in different places. He said that he had no backup plan. Ethan didn't believe it.

"You go to this place now. There is what you want there." After Jiabo told him the address, he hung up the phone.

Back in the room, Mary looked at him and stammered:

"What are you doing?"

Another clean car and another group of guys made her feel a little scared.

Ethan smiled and said: "Qiao is now bare-handed, and you are holding the anti-wolf spray. What will you do if you find the people who kidnapped Qiao? Can you reason with them?"

After a conversation that left Mary speechless, Joe stood up neatly and put the cloth bag in his hand on the shelf.

"Ethan is right, please."

Twenty minutes later, Ethan drove to a parking lot with a wide view and drove inside according to the location provided by Jabber.

After a while, he saw the Goth man leaning on the back of a Corolla, shaking his head and chewing gum.

Ethan gently pressed the horn, drove the car forward for more than ten meters, and found a place to stop.

He pulled the Python revolver from the holster under his arm, pretended to put it in the storage compartment of the car door, and stuffed it into the space.

After turning off the engine, I saw Mary sitting in the passenger seat and Joe in the back still sitting still.

"We're here." Ethan got out of the car first and walked back.

Mary and Joe didn't know what was going on and quickly got out of the car to follow.

The Gothic man walked towards him, and the two of them flicked their wrists at the same time, causing the two car keys to fly past each other in the air.

Ethan folded his hands, caught the flying car keys, nodded to the Gothic man, and walked forward.

Mary watched as the Goth Man got into Ethan's Dodge Challenger and sped away from the scene.

She ran a few steps in confusion and walked to Ethan.

Seeing that she hesitated to speak, Ethan smiled.

"This is a friend of mine."

After arriving behind the Corolla and confirming that no one was around, Ethan pressed the electronic key and the trunk popped open.

Inside the trunk, a silver suitcase appeared in front of everyone.

He glanced at Mary, then unbuttoned the suitcase and lifted the lid.

Inside the silver suitcase, there were four Colt M1911s, 4 spare magazines, several boxes of .45 pistol bullets and several translucent soft plastic masks.

Looking at the things inside, Mary took a breath of air, and then asked Ethan excitedly:

"Are you a vigilante? The kind who specializes in fighting crime."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said he should get a little bit of everything.

I picked up the pistol from the suitcase and checked it. The firearm was in good condition. The magazine and spare magazine in the pistol were fully loaded with bullets.

He nodded with satisfaction. Jiabo was reliable in doing things.

Ethan handed the gun in his hand over to the side, and Joe grabbed the handle of the gun unceremoniously.

Ethan looked at Mary again. She hesitated, then took the initiative to pick up a gun, lifted up her loose gray top, and stuffed it into her delicate-skinned waist.

"Can you use it?" Ethan confirmed to her.

Mary took out her cigarette case, shook out a cigarette and put it in her mouth. "When I have free time, I will go to the gun shop."

"That's good, I hope there's no chance of using them."

Ethan picked up the remaining two M1911s with both hands, inserted one into the holster under his ribs, and placed the other on his lower back.

After separating the spare magazine and the soft mask, Ethan closed the trunk with a bang and asked Joe:

"Where do we go next?"

"Bernard Sharkey, my former boss." Joe said solemnly, holding the list: "I screwed up his big client, he has motives."

Not long after, Ethan drove to an elderly service center.

Looking at the old man walking by on crutches, Mary shook her head, "How about we go to the next target."

Qiao gritted his teeth and pushed the door open and got out of the car, "No, I have to witness it with my own eyes."

Ethan said to Mary: "Follow him. The goal of three people is too big. If you find anything, don't be impulsive and come out to me first."

After watching the two of them approach the elderly service center, Ethan waited patiently in the car.

After coming here for a while, the two of them hurried out. Mary, who was following Joe, shook her head at Ethan.

"Next target." Ethan didn't care, things wouldn't go so smoothly.

Next, the black Corolla kept wandering around New York City. As the names on the list were crossed off one by one, Joe's eyes became darker and darker, and Mary became listless.

On the way to our next destination, we drove through Chinatown.

Qiao looked at the Chinese restaurant on the street, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly patted Ethan on the shoulder.

"Stop the car, I have a new idea."

After Ethan found a seat and pulled over, he and Mary both turned to look at Joe sitting in the back seat.

After Qiao scratched his head with both hands, he said with a depressed look:

"When I was imprisoned, I often ate a certain kind of food, day after day, year after year, and never stopped. I will never forget that taste."

"What food?" Ethan asked curiously.

Qiao gritted his teeth and said:

"dumpling."