My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After telling the story, Rebecca lay on the hospital bed panting slightly.

And Ethan scratched his head in embarrassment, and had to admit that part of this was indeed his fault.

Although I really want to say that it is ultimately because of her lack of strength. If it were Proctor, those people would never be able to cause any trouble, but there is no need to mention these words.

Playing with the lady's pistol, Ethan didn't know what to say.

That kind of person would not fall out so easily.

There were probably other factors involved, and he even suspected that the reason for his falling out was the thigh he had broken. White supremacists viewed other ethnic groups as trash, not to mention being forced to cooperate with Salvadorans.

No matter what.

It's obvious that this is a fight to the death situation.

Unless Rebecca and Boden can hide for the rest of their lives, pursuits like today will continue to occur.

Thinking of this, he asked curiously:

"That big boss you mentioned, who is that guy?"

Rebecca pursed her dry lips, shook her head and said, "I don't know his name. I contact him through an intermediary, and it changes every once in a while."

"If you haven't known each other for a long time, you won't be able to see each other at all."

"By the way, there is only this piece of information. I once heard my uncle mention the position of the big boss."

At this point, she paused.

He rolled his eyes, pursed his lips and looked at Ethan:

"senator."

As soon as these words came out, the corners of Ethan's eyes twitched.

The senator controls white supremacist gangs and uses them to sell pills, making huge amounts of money and creating a large private army in the process.

All I can say is, he’s so good at playing.

He is better at playing and more powerful than the senator he killed before.

A state has only two senators.

The term is six years.

There are no term limits.

After decades of operation by capable people, the power and depth of their reach can exceed the imagination of ordinary people. Some powerful families have even been able to sit firmly on Diaoyutai even after generation changes.

Unexpectedly, the big boss in Rebecca’s mouth turned out to be such a person.

"and."

Rebecca continued weakly: "It doesn't have to be the senators from Pennsylvania, there are people like us in Ohio."

"I personally killed an agent in Ohio."

At this point, she was still a little embarrassed.

It was impulsive at that time, and the incident caused a lot of trouble for Proctor.

This network is a bit scary, with its sphere of influence spanning at least two states.

Ethan curled his lips.

Aimlessly playing with the lady's revolver in his hand.

"I know it sounds scary, but don't exaggerate it." Rebecca gritted her teeth and sneered: "For example, a senator sets up a company, and we are the offices."

"He can't control all the white supremacists in Pennsylvania."

Of course Ethan understands this.

Similar to the gangs in Chicago, various forces are intertwined, and in some places they may just occupy a street.

Even so, it is not something ordinary people can provoke.

"It's up to you."

Ethan clicked and turned the bullet chamber and asked curiously: "Do you want revenge?"

If she didn't want revenge, she wouldn't say these things.

This guy had just escaped from someone else's gunshot, and he started planning revenge while lying on the hospital bed. It has to be said that Rebecca still has a crazy energy like Proctor in her bones.

"That's right, I won't hide in the sewer forever like a rat."

Rebecca pressed the wound on her body and gritted her teeth and said, "Senator is also a human being, and he will die if he is shot."

"I'm not someone who doesn't fight back when being hunted."

I forgot that this is no longer a simple Amish girl, but also a member of the road who has experienced ups and downs.

"There are only two of you, what can you do?"

Ethan happily threw the revolver onto the quilt and leaned back: "Even if there are subordinates who are loyal to you, they have probably been purged by now."

"Dont look at me."

Noticing her eyes falling on him, Ethan raised his hands: "You know, I have never liked you doing that kind of business, and it is impossible for me to help you return to that industry now."

"Besides, that's a senator."

"I'm a law-abiding citizen and I can't do that kind of thing."

My life is so good now, I am happy every day.

Why bother to wade into this muddy water.

He lives in a big mansion, is held by a little police detective, and can shoot biubiubiu from time to time.

What a peaceful day.

The words "law-abiding citizen" almost made Rebecca laugh angrily.

But what the other party said was not unreasonable. Who would want to confront a terrorist force for no reason.

"I'm yours."

After a moment of silence, she licked her lips and said, "I have been yours since Davis Bar. Do you want to watch me be killed by others?"

"Don't worry, I won't be in that kind of industry again."

Rebecca exhaled softly and held Ethan's hand firmly: "Now I just want to continue my uncle's other businesses, the slaughterhouse and the club, and I just want to live a peaceful life."

What she said was not a lie.

She was hunted all the way from Indiana to Chicago, and everyone around her died one by one, which had a huge impact on her.

Especially after being shot, my thoughts changed dramatically.

The money Proctor left her and what she earned during this period was enough to last for several lifetimes. It was time to quit.

But the problem now is that she can't retreat.

If Ethan helps, maybe we can find a way to live in the sunshine of freedom.

"I know you are not short of money."

Looking at the silent Ethan, Rebecca said seriously: "I won't say anything about how much money I will give you after you help me deal with the senator and the white supremacy gang."

"I just want to tell you that what's mine is yours."

"besides."

She changed her tone and said silently: "Whether you believe it or not, my uncle loves Banshee Town, and so do I. Before, under our control, the order was basically stable."

"But things have changed now. Those people have been messing around during this time."

"That's also your town. Can you bear to see Banshee Town being ravaged by those guys?"

"Bunker."

Rebecca thought of something, frowned and said, "You should still remember your colleague. He was caught by his former companion and almost died under the welding gun."

"The big black guy also got shot."

"Waterfa?"

Ethan stood up suddenly and said in shock: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Why don't I know!"

The former white supremacist who spoke slowly and always respectfully addressed himself as his superior, the guy who killed Cheton, the boss of the Redbone Gang, with him, was almost burned to death.

And Emmett.

That tall and honest man was actually shot!

"How long has it been since you went back?" Rebecca's simple words made Ethan stunned.