My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The night wind blew by, carrying the man's voice away.

There was silence outside the convenience store.

After a while, Ethan's words became stammering: "Why did I do that?"

"Who the hell knows about you?"

The man in the white suit was extremely indignant and shouted excitedly: "I made a bet with that fat guy last night and won a lot of money. For this reason, I will invite you guys to the strip club."

"What happened, how did you repay me?"

"You said you were taking me to a party, but you told two strippers to strip me naked and have them stuff me in the trunk."

Having said this, he turned his head sadly:

"I wanted to resist, but you punched me unconscious. I stayed in the trunk all night. I was tired, hungry, cold, and hot. Have you ever experienced that feeling of despair?"

"Not only that, but you took the money I won."

"police."

"Ugh~~" He couldn't help but shed tears and cursed excitedly: "What kind of police are you? Tell you, I won't hand over your friend if you don't return the money to me."

"Waterfa?"

Ethan quickly pulled the guy up and asked excitedly: "Did you take Rusek away?"

He pretended not to have heard the previous words.

no way.

Anyway, if you don’t remember something, just pretend it didn’t happen.

"That's right."

The man in the white suit had an angry expression and spattered: "You have to apologize to me and give me the money back, otherwise you will never see Rusek again."

"Yeah?"

Ethan's eyes were blank for a while, and then he pushed the guy to the ground with a smile: "Why do I have a hunch that Rusek is in your car."

Scanning with inspiration.

But he discovered that on the radar, a light spot overlapped with the position of the Cadillac SUV.

"NO, NO, NO."

The Asian man shook his head hurriedly and denied repeatedly: "There is nothing in the car, especially the trunk. Don't look at it."

"Snapped."

He was stunned for a moment and slapped himself hard on the mouth.

"Shet."

Ethan spread his legs and ran behind the Cadillac, quickly opening the tailgate of the SUV.

Sure enough, there was a person lying inside.

His head was covered with a hood, and he was nodding his head.

"When were you captured by his people?" Ethan was angry and funny, and quickly helped this guy take off his hood: "Why didn't you think of a way to ask for help earlier?"

"Who the hell are you?"

The twist came so quickly that he couldn't wrap his mouth around it.

The guy lying in the back was clearly a big black guy wearing a turban.

"Uh-huh."

After letting him take off the tape that sealed his mouth, Da Laohei took a few breaths and asked in confusion:

"Who are you and why did you save me?"

Depend on! He grabbed Lao Hei and dragged him out of the car.

Ethan waved his arms excitedly to the white suit: "Why did you say he was Rusek, bastard, how dare you lie to me!"

"My name is Rusek!"

Da Laohei was dragged forward and staggered forward, shouting hurriedly: "Why do you have to say that I am not Rusek?"

"ah?"

The man in the white suit looked at Ethan's angry look and said with a confused expression: "Isn't he the fat man's friend?"

"The people at Caesars Palace told me that."

"Jesus."

Behind him, Allen jumped three feet high and said angrily: "This guy is the drug dealer who sold me the flying soul."

After some communication, they found out that White Suit wanted to catch their friend and threaten him to hand over the money. As the only person who had contact with Allen, the drug dealer was tied up by him.

As for Rusek, they just have the same name.

"listen."

Ethan squatted in front of the white suit and sighed helplessly: "As for what happened last night, I really don't know what happened, but you also hit my car, so everyone just pretended that nothing happened."

"As for the money you mentioned, I don't know where it is."

"How about this!"

After grabbing the old black man just now, Ethan continued: "This man is given to you as an apology. You can deal with him however you want."

"do not do that."

Lao Hei shook his head in horror: "I can also be your Rusek."

"Snapped."

A slap cut his voice off.

"I know you're unhappy." Ethan shrugged again, spread his hands and said, "But someone has to be unhappy, it's either you or me, what do you think?"

"Could it be that you still want to seek revenge from some police officers?"

"Next time, I'll hit you in the head."

Looking at Ethan's outstretched palm, Bai Sui reluctantly held it.

He was determined to suffer this boring loss.

No matter where the police are, as long as they are policemen, it is difficult for him to attack.

Now that he had no last bargaining chip, he stared at the tied up Lao Hei with twinkling eyes, anger bursting out of his eyes, and he decided to divert his unhappiness away.

"don't want."

Lao Hei trembled all over and leaned against Ethan's feet in fear: "Help me, these damn Asians will throw me off the roof."

“You said Asians deserve to die?”

The source of everything was this counterfeit drug dealer. Ethan was aroused and kicked him hard: "I asked you to sell counterfeit drugs. Do you know what professionalism is and do you know what reputation is?!!!"

With a day's anger, he was whipped and kicked.

Screams continued to sound.

The old black man named Rusek was kicked until he was rolling on the ground and howling repeatedly.

Wisps of blood flew up, and the kick was extremely cruel.

Horsted wanted to persuade him to say something, but when he thought of what happened to him today, he immediately put the thought behind him and went up to give him a hard kick.

The white suit trembled with fear when he saw it.

He didn't dare to have any more thoughts about these people. What happened last night could only be considered unlucky. Who knows where this lunatic came from, and it didn't look like a cop at all.

"You can't kill anyone."

Ethan straightened his clothes, pointed at the white suit and confessed: "If you dare to involve me, I don't need to tell you what the consequences will be."

It’s hard to do anything to this guy anymore.

Judging from his appearance, he must not be telling lies. He had tricked him badly enough. Ethan waved his hand and asked a few people to leave.

Looking at the bastard striding away, the chick in the white suit nodded like a sucker.

The tattered Mercedes-Benz was driving on the road, and the three people inside were a little downcast.

"I won money."

Allen realized it later, and a smile kept appearing on his red and swollen face: "I knew there was nothing wrong with me, just like Rain Man. Do you understand?"

He braked suddenly, scaring the other three people.

"Please."

Things happened one after another, and Horsted quickly cheered up: "Isn't it just about winning money? I don't know how much I won, and I don't know where the money is."

"It was just air, a ball of air."

"damn it."

Ethan stepped on the accelerator again, quickly turned the car around, and said hurriedly: "That Black Rusek said just now that those people would throw him off the roof of the building. Didn't that remind you of something?"

"rest assured."

Atwater shrugged and said it was no big deal: "With your warning, those people won't really dare to do that kind of thing."

"Is there a possibility?"

Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror and grinned: "I don't care about that person's life at all."

"Is there still a possibility?"

He looked forward with bright eyes and stepped on the accelerator: "The mattress was thrown from the roof this morning. That was Rusek's distress signal to us."

"boom."

The silver Mercedes roared like a bolt of lightning through the streets of Las Vegas. (End of chapter)