My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

A gust of wind blew, and there was silence.

On the opened wallet, the three characters DOD stood out, and the smile in the photo inside was equally bright.

The half-burned cigarette butt slipped quietly.

His thighs were burned, but Toledo didn't even notice.

"Gudu."

O'Connor's swallowing sound was clearly audible.

The rest of the group looked at me and I looked at you, all looking confused and confused as to how this trick was performed.

"Please say it again."

O'Connor was the first to ask, his voice trembling: "What are you doing?"

"Advisor to the Department of Defense."

Ethan put away his smile and flicked his wrist: "Do you want to check the documents?"

The certificate was spinning and flying forward.

Before O'Connor could take over, Da Beitou took the lead and cut off the blow.

Holding the certificate, he glanced back and forth at the guy in front of him with a sullen face. He had come into contact with this thing before, and he knew it couldn't be faked once he got started.

What the hell is a consultant to the Ministry of Defense? He's clearly a murderous CIA agent.

The information on the certificate is probably only the face.

No, the face might be fake.

"Mr. Morgan."

Da Beitou took a few deep breaths and pinched the ID card hard: "What is the relationship between Campos and your Ministry of Defense?"

When talking about the Ministry of National Defense, the tone is a little more serious.

Said that he already knew his identity.

"It doesn't matter."

Ethan threw a cigarette into his mouth and said honestly: "I'm just doing my own thing."

He opened the lighter and blinked at the big-backed man.

A confident look.

Their words each have their own meanings, but both parties understand what they mean. Da Beitou is worried that Campos is from the CIA, so he must ask clearly about the relationship first, otherwise it will be very troublesome.

"What's the matter?" Da Beitou asked.

"confidential."

Ethan exhaled smoke and choked up his words.

The two exchanged words quickly. The big guy asked a few questions, but he killed the topic with the word "confidential". It was a secret anyway.

I won’t tell you what to do!

I'm afraid he wouldn't dare to use any means.

This guy is an amazing special agent, and he is not at the same level as his old friend Phillips. Even if he had the courage, he would not dare to do anything dirty.

"OK!"

The corners of Da Beitou's eyes twitched, and he helplessly patted the certificate in his hand:

"I need to verify your identity."

"Can you please come with us next?"

This was within the country, and he was not false at all.

The other party cannot see the light.

But the attitude has obviously changed a lot, and he has used kind words.

Ethan was very satisfied with this.

The smile on his face became even brighter.

Matt gave him this identity that was worth more than five million dollars at a given time.

What happens next is much simpler.

There were no handcuffs. Da Baotou just arranged for someone to follow him, but he kept his ID first.

As for Toledo, he was unceremoniously locked away.

When he was escorted into the car, he still looked at Ethan with a look of disbelief. Even now, his head is still buzzing and he can't figure out what happened in the middle.

"Advisor to the Department of Defense, right?"

O'Connor walked up to Ethan, the corner of his mouth twitching: "Are you an agent?"

All this can be explained.

This skill and marksmanship.

The way he does things unscrupulously is consistent with the style of that department.

He didn't trust any Department of Defense advisers.

How could those gentlemen have such skills, how could they personally go to the front line.

"Shhh."

There were only two of them nearby.

The other guys are all busy at the scene.

This tragic scene made many people marvel. The smuggling tunnel that was broken down not far away made the patrol team excited.

After signaling the other party to be silent, Ethan puffed out smoke:

"That's just an identity."

He moved his mouth slightly and said seriously: "A friend did it for me. Don't worry, your idiot boss won't be able to tell it at all. Even if he goes to verify it, it will be true."

These words made O'Connor's pupils shrink violently.

This information is even scarier than before.

"damn it."

His fingers trembled violently and he felt a toothache: "Are you really not the CIA?"

"no."

Ethan shook his head decisively, chewed on his cigarette and said, "I'll tell you a little secret. I'm actually a police sergeant."

A gust of wind blew up and swept away his small words.

O'Connor rolled his eyes fiercely and turned around to leave with some trepidation.

The sun is shining brightly.

The helicopter in the distance flapped its wings and returned listlessly.

Seeing this, Ethan showed a smile on his lips.

It seems that Gizelle has successfully escaped. If something like this happens, she will definitely lurk and arrange for her relatives and friends to be in safe places.

I don’t know if there is still a chance to meet the other party.

Los Angeles, FBI Division.

The two men walked outside together, and branch employees fled everywhere they went.

The smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.

Their bodies are full of evil spirits.

"Thanks for the clothes."

When they came outside, the two stopped. Ethan shook out the T-shirt on his body, spread his hands and said, "I won't give it back to you."

Hair is still wet.

I just got all the dirty blood on my body. If I don't wash it here, I won't be able to go out to see people.

"It goes without saying."

O'Connor looked at Ethan with complicated eyes: "Who are you?"

Identity verified.

This guy has no problem at all.

But the other party will not lie to himself. If he says he is not an agent, then he is definitely not.

The energy behind it is evident.

"If I remember correctly." Ethan smiled and stretched out his arm: "I am a man first, and secondly, your friend."

"That's right."

O'Connor nodded and gave the other party a high five.

Too lazy to think about things so much.

Although we have only known each other for a short time, we have experienced so many things together, and now I just know that this is my friend.

"what's your plan."

Letting go of his hand, Ethan shrugged and said: "With all due respect, I feel that your boss will not let Toledo go."

"have no idea."

O'Connor's eyes were blank and he said, "First do my part."

"if not!"

His eyes became clear and there was a hint of ruthlessness, but he did not say the next words.

"OK."

Ethan nodded, bumped fists with this guy again and said, "No matter what you do, you have my phone number."

“If you need help, you know who to contact.”

"I am leaving."

O'Connor said nothing more and stared blankly at the other party walking down the steps.

Thinking of Toledo who was already in custody, he clenched his fists hard and turned back to the FBI building.

Turning the corner, Ethan's footsteps froze.

In the convertible in front, there was another bald man.

Jabber was sitting in the car, bobbing his head to the music. He noticed Ethan appearing through the rearview mirror, an arm with the middle finger raised high. (End of chapter)