My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"This is a beautiful guy."

Uniformed employees pulled out their refueling guns and sighed at the shiny black cars.

"Thanks."

Ethan shrugged and strode towards the store inside:

"Fill it up, don't be soft."

"Ha ha."

The employee nodded quickly and unscrewed the gas cap with a smile: "This is the most basic respect for it."

He felt a little disappointed after just going through the parting scene. He had no intention of chatting with strangers, so he quickly walked into the store and bought some small items while refueling.

I quickly filled up the tank and paid for it together at the store.

Throwing a piece of gum into his mouth, Ethan hurried out of the store again.

There will be a long journey today.

The drive from Chicago back to Banshee is over a thousand kilometers, and it takes about eleven or twelve hours, so you must hurry up.

"Hey~"

A whistle sounded.

Two old men in turbans walked over with trembling shoulders. One of them patted the butt of the Dodge Challenger and said with bright eyes: "This is a sexy little pony, my God!"

"Hey."

The burly old black man raised his chin to Ethan: "White man, is this your car?"

"What do you want to do?"

Ethan was a little scared and took a step back in a hurry.

Both of these guys have the exclusive tattoos of the Evil Lords gang, and they look so scary.

Especially now when I'm not in a good mood.

"Waterfa."

The thin old black man took away his hand from touching the vehicle, took out a switchblade and pressed it open. He said with an unhappy look on his face: "What is your reaction? Are you discriminating against us, Nico?"

"Now two Nicos want to be friends with you, do you agree?"

"agree."

Ethan raised his hands in fear: "Of course I agree."

"Very good." The thin old black man shook the switchblade in his hand with satisfaction, and slowly approached him: "Since we agree, let's go to the bathroom next to us to discuss how to be friends."

"Don't run, you can't bear the consequences!"

Glancing at the gas station employee who had already entered the store, Ethan obediently retreated to the restroom next to him.

Of course, his eyes were still fixed on the hands of these two people.

Don't have a gun appear out of nowhere.

Seeing the other party's obedient cooperation, the two black men chuckled. Although the white man was not wearing any big brand, the watch he was wearing was also a fake Rolex.

But for a few hundred dollars, it’s not a big problem.

The sturdy old black man carefully looked at the white boy's face and couldn't help but lick his lips.

The throat also rolled.

Ethan's eyes twitched and he quickly went to the public restroom in the next corner. Even though it was winter, the smell of urine could not be concealed.

"Go in."

The two black men could no longer hold back and stepped forward.

"You go first!"

Ethan did not retreat but moved forward. He came to the side of the thin old black man and looked at this guy with cold eyes.

Before the other party could react, he quickly pinched his wrist.

Raise it back and follow the trend.

A cold light flashed.

The switchblade swished and sank deeply into the opponent's buttocks, and he still wiped the handle of the knife with a grin.

"ah!!!"

A pig-like cry was heard, and the thin old black man looked ferocious and jumped up to his height in an instant.

He was pushed hard by Ethan again, and he stumbled into the toilet.

The wind of fists roared, and the tall, strong old black man hit him with all his strength, trying to give this bastard who dared to resist a taste of the Chicago Iron Fist.

The speed is really too slow.

He easily dodged it by bending down and swinging, and swung his right fist smoothly, hitting Lao Hei's face with a bang.

With just one blow, the nose bone was instantly broken.

"Swish, swish, swish."

After throwing out several jabs in succession, hitting the opponent repeatedly, Ethan was completely treating this guy as a sandbag.

Beat the other person to the point of suffering.

Under successive bombardments, the tall and strong Lao Hei was led back to the toilet.

Lift your feet.

Aiming at the chest, he kicked him cleanly.

"Boom."

His body weighing 1,670 kilograms knocked the toilet cubicle door into pieces in an instant. Lao Hei fell to the ground in pain, covering his nose and moaning at the big hairy leg next to him, with nosebleeds dripping from his hands.

A white man wearing a cap sits on the toilet.

He looked blankly at Lao Hei, who was lying under his legs, and then raised his head and looked at Ethan, who was standing at the door of the toilet.

Hold the toilet paper tightly in your hands.

His expression looked very confused and extremely helpless.

"Do you still want to be friends with me?" Looking at the thin old black man lying next to him, Ethan asked with a sneer: "What do you want to steal from me? Do you want to give you a chance to try again?"

The switchblade was constantly shaking as the opponent struggled.

Unable to bear it, Ethan stepped on the handle of the knife.

"Uh-huh."

Stab in again.

"Ah~~~"

The skinny old black man's face was red and his ears were red, with snot and tears streaming down his face: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, don't do this, it hurts!!!"

After venting his anger, Ethan finally felt refreshed.

The strange emotions caused by the separation just now dissipated. He straightened his clothes in the mirror next to him, nodded to the peaked hat who was still sitting on the toilet, and left immediately.

Hyde Park.

The Dodge Challenger roared to a stop behind a brand new Ford commercial vehicle.

The side door of the business car was opened, and there were two or three luggage bags thrown on the empty seats. These were personal belongings that had been packed in advance, including his, Rebecca's and Boden's.

He ran up the steps with ease and walked into the house.

"Hi."

Rebecca slowly turned the wheelchair and said with a smile: "Have you finished your work?"

"Um."

Ethan nodded and pinched her face.

He asked Will to do a check-up. The Amish girl's body recovery ability is good. After more than a week of training, there will be no problem as long as there is no major movement.

Of course, it will take a few months for things to really get better.

But those killers would come looking for them at any time, so he didn't want to stay any longer.

"Let me ask you a question."

Letting go of his hand, Ethan looked at Boden sitting next to him on the sofa: "I should be able to believe you, right?"

Just like he didn't know why the other party wanted to get a business car, Boden also didn't understand why the other party suddenly asked this question.

But he wasn't vague.

He stood up and strode to Ethan.

He took out a pistol from his waist, loaded it, and pushed the handle of the gun into the opponent's hand.

"Mr. Morgan."

Boden looked at Ethan expressionlessly and lowered his head slightly: "You saved my life, and even more, Miss Bowman's life. If necessary, please feel free to take it from me!"

This guy's loyalty points are full.

It was to Proctor before, and now to Rebecca. Ethan sighed and weighed the gun in his hand. It would be nice if he could do the same to himself.

But what’s Rebecca’s will become hers sooner or later.

"follow me."

With a slight smile, he threw the pistol back and strode towards the basement.

The vault opens.

There are a lot of suitcases and black travel bags.

Gold bars, watches and other valuables were all put into the space. These bags were all filled with cash, arms and the like. Except for the Ferrari, which was kept in Chicago, everything else had to be taken back.

If Boden hadn't proven his loyalty through many incidents, Ethan would have been worried about letting him bring tens of millions in cash.

As for the possibility of being interrogated by state police on the road.

This leads to things like sending money thousands of miles away.

Ethan said he was not worried at all. Although the Chicago police badge was gone, the Department of Defense consultant's certificate was obviously more useful in dealing with this kind of thing.

Looking at the pile of boxes and bags, Boden had no reaction.

He didn't even bother to ask questions.

This kind of character makes Ethan like him even more. The best thing is that this guy is disabled, and many things that others value are meaningless to Boden.

It's a pity that in some major matters, I definitely can't command the other party.

But the days are long.

"Get in the car!" Ethan took the lead and picked up the two heavy luggage: "All these things must be brought back to Banshee Town."

He is strong, and Boden is not weak either.

That guy was also a monster, and his combat power was extraordinary. With the help of the two men, he quickly filled most of the black Ford commercial vehicle.

Rebecca just watched the two people busy quietly.

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

After struggling for so long, she finally experienced the feeling of someone protecting her from the wind and rain again, and she felt extremely at ease in her heart.

After closing the heavy door, Ethan patted it with emotion.

This will be Eileen's residence from now on.

But it’s not a loss either.

The value of a villa in this location will increase if you keep it, or at least maintain its value, which is better than the constant depreciation of the boxes of cash.

"bring it on."

After pushing the wheelchair to a stop beside the steps, Ethan bent down and carefully picked up Rebecca, who was wearing a hospital gown, and said in a deep voice, "Let me take you back to Banshee Town."

Behind him, Boden put away his wheelchair.

Squinting at the city skyline in the distance, he strode down the steps with the blonde girl in his arms.

The engine sounds.

After leaving a few ruts on the ground, Nuo Da's villa soon became silent.

Snowflakes were floating in the air, covering everything in pure white. (End of chapter)