My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Light penetrates the darkness.

Two cars drove into the snowy road one after another, and their tires broke dead branches, causing a crisp sound.

The sound woke up the little creatures in the tree hole.

The squirrel rustled its head out, looked curiously at the two big guys driving slowly below, and then picked up a huge pine cone and kept chewing it.

In fact, it was possible to pass normally at this night without turning on the lights, and the snowflakes had stopped falling.

The moonlight shines like water.

Ethan turned the steering wheel and stopped beside the lakeside cabin.

He did not get out of the car in a hurry, but quietly watched everything in front of him. His house had turned into a snow house, with a thick layer of snow on the eaves, and the flat ground outside also seemed to be covered with a layer of white carpet.

Banshee Town.

I usually don’t think much about it, but the closer I get, the more I can’t contain my excitement.

Now looking at the silent mountain forest, I feel comfortable.

Due to the large amount of belongings they were carrying, they made few stops on the way except for a stop to let Rebecca rest for more than an hour.

Good luck on this trip.

They did not encounter any accidents. After they controlled their speed, they were not intercepted by the state police.

The Ministry of National Defense ID was also of no use.

Finally, we arrived at our destination at eleven o'clock in the evening.

"You stay in the car first."

He put the parking gear on and looked at the passenger: "Wait until the temperature inside the room rises before you go in."

"Um."

Rebecca nodded listlessly as she reclined in her seat, covered with a wool blanket.

The serious injury has not healed.

The journey of more than a thousand kilometers was a difficult test for her, but luckily she persisted and no abnormality appeared in her body.

Lack of energy, that's for sure.

Even after driving for more than ten hours, I felt a little sluggish.

He pushed open the car door and stepped into the snow.

The air in the mountains and forests of Banshee Town is not comparable to that of Chicago. It is so refreshing that one takes a deep breath and exhales a long stream of white mist.

He stretched and his body crackled.

He turned his waist comfortably.

He threw another cigarette into his mouth and tossed one to the side.

"Thanks."

With quick eyes and quick hands, Boden took the cigarette down steadily: "What's in the car?"

"Let it go first."

Ethan lit his cigarette and replied, striding onto the porch:

"Just take down your luggage."

The security in this place only has a few cameras, and he is not that big-hearted. Throwing tens of millions of cash into a wooden house, if someone really wants to steal it, he will cry without tears.

Opening the door and entering the house, there was silence.

Siobhan actually came over occasionally to take a look and maintain the basic facilities.

So most places are covered with dust sheets.

With Boden's help, the two of them cleaned up, turned on all the electric heating equipment, threw wood blocks into the fireplace in the living room, and lit a blazing fire.

The temperature in the room rose rapidly, and soon sweat broke out on my forehead.

The duffel bag was thrown to the floor, and Rebecca was lifted into a wheelchair and wheeled to the fireplace.

"You will stay here tonight."

Sitting on the large single sofa, Ethan patted the armrest with satisfaction: "We will change the place tomorrow. As for what to do next, we'll see what happens."

"Boden."

Looking at the guy sitting meticulously on the sofa, he continued: "I know you must be full of anger in your heart, but now is not the time to act. I don't want to see you messing around."

"Do you understand me?"

"clear."

After a few seconds, Boden nodded silently.

"Don't worry, I will help you get revenge." Ethan put out the cigarette in the glass jar: "But not at this time, you must calm down, the opportunity will always come at the right time."

"Both of you are injured."

"We cannot let the people of the Aryan Brotherhood know that you have returned to Banshee Town now."

"I'm not afraid of struggle."

He looked at Rebecca again, shrugged and said, "But fighting without a strategy is meaningless."

Killing is very simple.

But the Aryan Brotherhood is not just one or two people, they are a force.

This force is not limited to Banshee Town.

If a large-scale murder breaks out, it will attract the attention of federal departments. I can't help them avenge and become a wanted criminal in the future and hide.

"I also understood."

Rebecca pursed her lips, nodded and asked, "But changing places?"

"Is there any place safer than your place?"

"certainly."

Ethan looked at his cabin, shook his head and smiled: "A large group of people can break in here at any time. Although we can defend ourselves legitimately, we cannot deal with waves of attacks."

"Residence."

He stood up, spread his hands and said, "You can hide well there."

The Aryan Brotherhood were all white.

Moreover, they are all extremist white elements, so they almost never appear on Indian territory, and even if they appear among the Chino tribe, they will be expelled.

Those people definitely don’t understand the situation in the residence.

Perfect for Rebecca and Borden to hide in.

The two people also remembered that the guy in front of them was related to the Chino Moon Casino, and that arranging a place in the residence was a trivial matter. They looked at each other and nodded one after another.

"You guys take a break first."

Ethan grabbed the Ford keys that Boden threw on the table: "I'm going to get rid of the things in the car."

"I'll be back later."

Such a large amount of money was left in the car.

I can't even sleep well.

"Wait a minute."

Boden quickly stopped his steps and put the M1911 on the table: "I only have this, and it cannot deal with emergencies."

"knew."

Ethan quickly walked out of the house and quickly returned with two long travel bags.

"Bang."

It made a muffled sound when it was placed on the floor.

"The things here are enough." He waved his hand, grabbed his coat and walked out again.

The roar of vehicles sounded.

The black business car turned a corner and left quickly.

The two people in the room looked at each other again. Borden quickly lifted a bag onto the large wooden table, opened the zipper with a swish, and a pair of dark assault rifles appeared in front of him.

Underneath, are boxes of bullets.

These guys couldn't surprise him.

After all, there was no weapon in Proctor's arsenal, even cold weapons.

He picked up the brand new AR15 and unloaded the magazine.

It was stuffed with yellow-orange 5.56mm bullets, and the sharp warheads shone coldly under the light.

"Miss Bowman."

Boden slapped the magazine back and smiled at Rebecca: "Now I'm starting to think it's a good idea to ask Mr. Morgan for help!"

In front of the people he spends day and night with, this guy finally becomes a bit normal.

"Always a good idea."

Rebecca looked at the crackling wood in the fireplace, the firelight dancing on her face: "If anyone can help us, it's him."

"I even had a hunch."

She turned back and said seriously to her loyal men: "He can do even better than his uncle."