My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The atmosphere inside the Dodge Hellcat seemed very tense.

Gizelle crossed her arms and stared at Ethan. If the other person wanted to do that kind of thing, she would fight with all her strength.

The body is also ready to explode again at any time.

"Jiejiejie~"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Ethan grinned and let out a cold laugh.

This voice made Gizelle's hair stand on end.

Goosebumps appeared on her arms and her hair stood on end. She had an inexplicable feeling that the other party was the villain.

"OK."

Ethan put away his smile and stopped teasing her: "Who do you think I am? What I want you to do is very simple."

Grabbing the mobile phone that was just found on her body, he lit up the screen:

"enter password."

"ah?"

Gizelle was confused, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

The so-called building trust is to check your mobile phone. What a strange idea.

But at this time, as long as it's not forced.

It's hard for her to refuse other things.

The guy in front of him is moody, and he may not be able to do that kind of thing, but if he breaks his hands and feet, there should be no psychological pressure at all.

As the password is entered, the screen unlocks.

The screensaver photo was a selfie of Gizelle, in which she was walking on the beach wearing a black bikini, with a palm tree in the background, her flat belly, and her long legs in full view.

The woman smiled very cheerfully, showing her white teeth.

Well, this is a personal mobile phone.

Click on the address book, take a photo of all the phone numbers with simple notes, and send them to Jia Bo.

Noticing this action, Gizelle's expression became flustered.

She realized what the other party was doing.

"okay."

Ethan threw her cell phone back and threw the found weapons into the back seat: "Now that you have my trust, the person who contacted you, I want to find Campos' whereabouts as quickly as possible."

"what have you done?"

Gizelle broke into a cold sweat as she squeezed the phone tightly.

"nothing."

Ethan grinned and started the vehicle: "If you dare to play any tricks and someone can easily find the information in the address book, then everyone you know in it will die."

“Whether it’s family, friends, or the guy who delivers pizza.”

"certainly."

He shrugged again, raised his eyebrows and said, "You can just think of me as scaring you."

"It's just a joke."

"Hahaha."

He chuckled at the end and lit up his cigarette contentedly.

He looks like a sunny boy.

But the feeling given to Gizelle was a hundred or ten thousand times more terrifying than before. She squeezed the phone so hard that her knuckles turned white. She didn't know what stupidity she had just committed to unlock the phone.

This confident look shows that he is sure of himself.

Unless she can accept that all the friends she knows around her die because of her, and she doesn't care at all.

Obviously, Gizelle is not that kind of person.

"This very kind and gentleman Mr. Morgan!" Seeing the car lights sweeping over the pairs of wild mandarin ducks in front of him, Gizelle took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and asked, "Where are we going now?"

"Just make the call."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and looked at the two men and one woman in the distance, then looked away: "By the way, can you steal a car?"

"If you don't want to hang out in jail."

"Well, I really need you to have this skill now."

"You can't?" Gizelle glanced at him provocatively: "As a thug, killer, undercover agent, and gang member, you actually can't steal a car?"

"You are slandering."

Ethan stepped on the accelerator hard and said casually: "Damn, I'm an upright policeman."

With a raised middle finger, the vehicle roared away.

On a secluded street, a Ford Mustang made a dull roar.

The unique sound of an old-fashioned muscle car spread far away. Ethan turned around twice to make sure no one was squatting around, then he stepped on the accelerator and the vehicle slid up the ramp.

This movement attracted the attention of the people inside.

The blip on the radar quickly hid in the corner of the garage.

"bump."

Ethan opened the door and closed the modified car.

At Gizelle's suggestion, the two changed from stealing to robbing. They found an underground racing spot and very friendly borrowed a car from others.

After all, it's impossible to play with those people without a handy car.

"it's me."

Ethan lit up a cigarette and patted the side door: "Don't worry, as you expected, the FBI is not interested in you yet."

"Squeak."

The iron door opened, and the light reflected on Toledo's head.

"It's you."

He saw Gizelle standing next to him and tightened the wrench in his hand.

"calm down."

Ethan puffed out smoke and shrugged: "She is with us now. With my patient persuasion, she decided to help us deal with Campos."

"You should know very well that she is very important at this time."

"Big bald head."

Gizelle crossed her arms and said expressionlessly: "On the night of the party, you approached Phoenix because I told you who drove the car, right?"

"In other words, I helped you."

"So, you welcome me with this thing."

"I don't trust you." Toledo pointed at Gizelle with a wrench and looked at Ethan with a stern face:

"Please, you're not so reckless."

"You also know who she is from Campos. Who knows if she will lead us to a deadly trap."

Faced with doubts, Gizelle kept a straight face and said nothing.

That look was a bit cold and cool.

"Believe me."

Ethan shook the phone in his hand cheerfully: "With the help of my friend, I got information about many of Miss Gizelle's friends. For example, a cousin named Gadot."

"So, she is very trustworthy at this time."

"Waterfa."

Gizelle stepped forward excitedly, grabbed Ethan's collar, and said viciously: "If you dare to touch my family, I will not let you go."

"Damn it, I said it all."

"Campos wants to run me over. I need to give it back. I'm not anyone's wife."

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

This guy is so scary.

Just over three hours after he got the phone number, he searched for his private information.

Just now, I just saw him occasionally poking around with his cell phone.

I don’t know what kind of amazing force is behind this person. This energy and efficiency are incredible. The threat that seemed like a joke before has really turned into a knife hanging over his head.

"You need to calm down too."

Ethan raised his hands to Gizelle and continued to Toledo with a smile: "Look, what I said is absolutely right."

"It turns out that this long-legged girl is trustworthy."

When Toledo saw Gizelle's look, the corners of his eyes twitched and he slowly put down the wrench.

This is not called trust.

This is called being caught.