My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Ding dong."

The elevator door opened, Atwater poked his head in, and waved back quickly.

The wheel sounds.

Ethan and Allen worked hard together to push the heavy hotel luggage cart out, and a large ball was wrapped in sheets on it. The thing was still heaving slightly.

Arriving at the underground garage, several people pulled and pushed me.

Quickly pushing the luggage cart towards the position where the double flashing lights were on, Allen hummed several times, still a little confused.

Tyson's punch hit him hard.

I lay there for more than an hour.

Ethan didn't know where to find an animal transport company, but he was able to get the tiger back to the hotel last night when he was drunk, but now he didn't believe he couldn't find a way to transport it away when he was sober.

Several people quickly dispersed.

Halsted bought sleeping pills while Ethan went to get a fresh steak.

I stuffed a lot of sleeping pills into a few pieces of steak, threw them into the bathroom, and waited until dark when the damn tiger finally fell asleep, slapping it with a sheet without even blinking, and then used a luggage cart to transport it.

"hurry up."

Seeing several people appear, Horsted quickly got out of the car to greet them.

"how to do?"

When the sheets were lifted, the four of them felt a little frightened. Atwater looked at Ethan blankly.

I almost scared him to death when I put it on the luggage cart just now.

This tiger is not too big, but it is still very scary. It is breathing fishy wind, and its yellow and black hair rises slowly.

The limbs are unusually thick, and the fangs are shining coldly.

I don’t know what this bastard Tyson did for raising a tiger, and what they stole it for.

Thinking of this, Ethan was so angry that he waved his hands to the side.

"Ouch~~~"

Allen grinned and rubbed his head:

"What's this for?"

"I just want to hit you."

Ethan took his hand back and said angrily: "Do you have any objections?"

It was obvious that Allen didn't dare have it.

"Farke."

Putting his hands on his hips, Ethan cursed: "This is just a bigger cat. Don't think too much about it, just hurry up."

After a few more curses, they started to take action.

Atwater and Horsted hugged the front, carefully avoiding the fangs. Ethan was the strongest and held the tiger's waist without hesitation, while Allen lifted the tiger's legs from behind.

"God."

Lifting a tiger leg, Allen poked his head curiously: "Can you believe it? This thing actually has barbs."

"Shet, Morgan's is more dangerous than this!!!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

After a few cries of pain, Ethan put down his hand with a dark face, and the little fat man finally became honest.

He struggled to get Tiger into the car and closed the hood.

A new problem comes again.

How to sit.

The three members of the intelligence team had a tacit understanding and quickly grabbed the front seat. Fortunately, this was a classic car, so even though it was a bit suffocating, they could still fit in it.

"Ahem~"

Allen held up his chin with one hand and twisted his legs from side to side: "Guys, I suddenly feel the need to urinate. How about you go ahead."

The remaining position is just behind the tiger's butt.

The little fat man said that even if he was beaten to death, he would not sit next to a tiger's butt, his eyes looked so determined.

"Don't make me get out of the car."

Ethan stretched out an index finger from the car window and shook it from side to side.

"bump."

The door closed, and Allen carefully covered the tiger next to him with a sheet: "Good boy, sleep peacefully. You'll be home soon."

“Vegas, BABY!!!”

Cheers rang out, and the blonde girl wearing a classic American cheerleading uniform leaned out of the passenger seat and showed off her beautiful breasts to the Mercedes-Benz sports car next to her.

The curvature is first-rate and the bounce is very natural.

Stimulated by the night breeze or alcohol, the pink in the blond hair slightly turned up.

According to Ethan's experience, it can be scored as eight points.

He stretched his hand out of the car window and extended his thumb, expressing his great appreciation for this generous act.

The person driving on the other side didn't seem to think it was a big deal.

The steering wheel swung, and Ford quickly approached the Mercedes-Benz. Although she was curious about why the people sitting opposite her were so crowded, the driver's handsome face made the blonde girl even more excited, and she didn't mind letting the other person have a hand.

As her eyes moved, she glanced at the latter.

The vehicle jolted and the sheets slid down.

A huge tiger head appeared in front of her. Although the cold eyes were a little confused, they were indeed staring at her.

The mountain peaks quickly gave rise to goosebumps.

"ah!!!"

A piercing scream sounded in the tunnel: "God, these people are crazy, get out of here quickly."

With a loud shout, the blonde girl quickly sat back in the car.

The fingertips only lightly brushed in front of the grapes.

Ethan looked at the vehicle that was quickly moving away and yelling and yelling, and said inexplicably: "I swear, today is the most inexplicable day I have ever spent. This girl is the crazy one."

"Hahaha."

Light laughter sounded in the car.

It would be a pity if I missed such a beautiful thing, but now I feel more gloating.

It's not far from Tyson's home address.

They gradually let go of the mention.

Waving his fingers, Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror dejectedly, his big furry head slowly raised, and his originally yellow-brown eyes turned dark green due to the light, staring at him in the dim light.

The back of my head felt like an electric shock.

His whole body was filled with excitement.

Allen also felt something strange happening around him. He looked at the tiger's head that slowly raised up. His bearded mouth opened wide, and his bladder felt sore.

"Ho~~~"

The roar of the tiger sounded like muffled thunder.

The tiger's claws pulled the sheets and slapped Ethan on the shoulder.

Although the tiger was still confused, it was the first time for Ethan to feel this irresistible force. A twinge of pain came from his back, and his shoulders tilted forward, driving the Mercedes-Benz violently through the tunnel. Shake.

"Fake!!!"

"ah!"

"Stop the car quickly, pull over, pull over."

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!!"

Angry horns and various screams were mixed together. Cars passed by the Mercedes-Benz dangerously, and the shouts and curses of passing drivers could not be heard.

After a sharp brake.

The silver Mercedes-Benz parked diagonally on the side of the road, the door opened quickly, and several people yelled and rolled around.

"close the door."

Ethan yelled and kicked the car door hard.

If a tiger were allowed to roam the streets of Las Vegas, it would be on the news.

Several other people held back their panic and closed the car doors.

"damn it."

Ethan sweated coldly and looked at the tiger in the car. He didn't expect that after feeding him so many sleeping pills, the beast would wake up so quickly, but it was obviously a little confused and was chewing on the seat.

Tiger Claw was also scratching in the car.

Seats were torn apart everywhere they went, as if they had been slashed by sharp knives.

"Boss."

Atwater ran over quickly and asked eagerly: "Did you get slapped just now?"

He grabbed Ethan's shoulders and shook them to the side.

The shirt was torn, with two or three blood marks left on the shoulders, and traces of blood were seeping out from inside.

"fine."

He sat down on the ground and exhaled heavily: "Maybe he was still in a daze and didn't have time to pop out his claws. It's just a few scratches." (End of Chapter)