My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After taking a sip of beer, Joe put down the bottle and said to them seriously:

"Thank you very much for your help. Although I didn't find the person today, I got some clues and destroyed the place where I was imprisoned. I can feel relieved."

"You don't need to say this, those people deserve to die." Mary had the demeanor of a heroic woman and blew out the beer in the bottle in one breath.

Chucky turned on a small radio in his hand, with headphones connected to it, and he was constantly changing the channels.

"What are you doing?"

Mary lit up her cigarette and asked Chucky. She was more addicted to smoking than him, and Ethan unceremoniously took the cigarette from her and put it into his mouth.

She glared at Ethan, then lit the lighter deftly.

"I'm listening to today's news broadcast in the city. According to what you guys did today, it should cause overwhelming news reports.

Chucky took off his headphones and said solemnly: "Every channel is calm now, and there is no report on today's events."

"It seems that the people behind the private prison suppressed what happened. There is no need to doubt the energy of those people."

Ethan exhaled a puff of smoke and continued: "We are also lucky today. They haven't had any problems for a long time and their defense has relaxed."

"Then you won't be traced, right?" Chucky looked at them worriedly.

After Ethan glanced at Mary, he said calmly: "We have destroyed the surveillance video. There are not many guards inside alive, and all the imprisoned people have been released. It's not a big problem."

Hearing what Ethan said, Chucky couldn't help but shudder.

The man in front of me looked gentle and polite, but I didn't expect that what he did could be described as ruthless and ruthless, and he looked like he didn't care when he said it.

Instead, Mary lifted the lid of her beer with a nonchalant expression, "This is New York, which is half heaven and half hell. From my growth experience, I can conclude that some people should go to hell."

Joe looked out the window. Night had fallen. He stood up and said:

"That's it for today. Everyone is tired. Let's continue tomorrow."

After speaking, he looked at Ethan. Ethan's performance today surprised him. He didn't look like a small town policeman at all. If it weren't for him, he would have escaped with his life even if he had gone in alone.

After Ethan nodded, Joe dragged his tired steps up to the second floor.

Chucky also returned to the bar and continued his work.

There were only two people left at the small round table, Ethan and Mary. Ethan made a fortune today and was in a good mood. After taking a sip of wine, he smiled and said to Mary:

"I wonder if it would be an honor to have dinner with you?"

Mary stretched lazily, "I like Italian food."

Ethan's appearance was not bad to begin with, and after learning about Qiao, he did not hesitate to stand up for Qiao.

Through Joe's narration, she learned what happened in the factory. Mary had long been fond of such a handsome, upright, and powerful man, and was interested in discussing things with him.

Ethan was led by Mary, and after the two of them had dinner at an Italian restaurant, Ethan insisted on sending Mary home because of his uneasiness.

Mary pretended to shirk, and then readily agreed to Ethan's request.

Driving to a small community on the outskirts of the city, after parking the car, Ethan looked at a small house on the lawn.

The location here is remote, and the closest neighbors are dozens of meters away.

"Would you like to come in for a drink?"

During the meal, Mary drank some table wine and felt a little drunk.

She rubbed her arms, crossed her arms, and looked at Ethan.

Although Mary was wearing a large gray T-shirt today, Ethan, who had a keen eye, had already seen that there was Qiankun inside her. At this time, when she had her arms wrapped around her, Qiankun seemed even bigger.

Without any hesitation, Ethan raised his eyebrows at Mary and said:

"One cup is not enough. My needs are quite big."

"is that so?"

Mary raised her glasses, bit her lip and said, "Then we have to have a good discussion about how much we drink.

When she mentioned the word "drinking", Mary emphasized her tone, then opened the door and got out of the car.

Ethan quickly followed out, grabbed Mary Fengyun's waist and picked her up. Amidst Mary's chuckles, the two entered the house.

An hour later, Ethan lay in the bathtub, feeling the softness behind him with a look of enjoyment.

Mary's sweat slid down her cheeks, and she slapped Ethan hard.

"It's my turn."

Half an hour later, Ethan asked Mary warily:

"Didn't you just say you live here?"

Mary said: "Yes, my mother's mental condition is not very good, and she is now in an elderly care center."

Ethan let go of Mary's long orange hair, "So have you made a date with any friends?"

Mary looked at him confused and shook her head quickly, "What happened?"

Ethan looked at the car lights shining through the blinds next to him and walked out of the bathtub.

He came to the blinds, put his fingers in and plucked them down.

Through the car window, you could see a car stopping in front of Mary's house. Three men in black opened the door and got out of the car. After looking around, they approached Mary's house.

"We have guests."

Feeling Mary's oppression behind him, Ethan said to her without looking back.

"What are we going to do now, call the police?" Mary said in horror.

"No, we can't explain a lot of things like that."

Ethan turned around, walked to the wash cabinet, pushed aside his clothes, and threw all his belongings on it today.

He picked up an M1911 and handed it to Mary with his backhand.

"You stay inside. As long as you don't hear my call and someone opens the door, you can just shoot."

Mary put the large T-shirt directly on her body and hurriedly took the gun.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Ethan smiled at her, then put on the soft mask, picked up the other two pistols, and walked out of the bathroom naked.

No matter who disturbs your good things, just stay.

Ethan suppressed his anger and walked quickly forward against the wall, his bare feet making no sound on the carpet.

Walking down the stairs, I quickly poked my head out and found that the door lock was shaking slightly.

He saw a utility room with a door ajar on the opposite side of the stairs, and ducked away.

Soon, the door lock was unlocked and footsteps sounded.

"No one," someone whispered.

Another deep voice said, "There's a car parked outside, upstairs."

The first person said obscenely: "It looks like he is taking a shower. Can we have some fun later?"

"Pa" a crisp slap sounded, and a third voice came, "We are working, can you be more professional?"

The first person's aggrieved voice came again: "It's just a woman, what are the three of us afraid of?"

After a pause, the third person said helplessly:

"I'll come first later."