My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at the flying snowflakes outside the window, Ethan lit a cigarette.

Move your hands left and right.

Sweat dripped down his fair and delicate skin. The former restaurant waiter looked at the ceiling with his eyes blankly, remembering only to take a deep breath.

And our female agent is still twitching.

She mustered up the strength to slap Ethan in the face, expressing her strong dissatisfaction with the sneak attack on her: "Asshole, you almost scared me to death just now."

"Hahaha."

Ethan bit his cigarette and puffed out the smoke happily: "Don't you like the surprise I brought you?"

"Moreover."

He dismissed the blame and said, "Dalia's eyes reminded me to do this."

"Hey~"

The latter was extremely aggrieved and was trying to figure out something.

However, she was bitten by Rivera, and her whole body suddenly lost strength.

In the long and intense exchange just now, the two female flower shop owners already knew that Ethan was coming back for a long time, so they didn't ask anything. After some fuss, they both hugged him between them.

The three of us took a sip, and I took a sip, and quickly finished the cigarette.

The scene is called harmony.

"Shet."

Rivera looked at the sky and panicked: "Our goods haven't been delivered yet."

After running a flower shop for so long, it seems that she has completely adapted to her identity as an ordinary person, and her worries have changed from illegal immigration to various chores.

Although life has become a lot duller, it is still a good thing.

Her character is more accustomed to living this quiet life.

Of course, there’s nothing you can do if you’re not used to it.

If she dared to run around arrogantly, Rivera would be at risk of being approached by a killer at any time.

"It's time for me to go back."

Patting left and right, Ethan turned over and got up.

Reluctantly, he declined the invitation from the two of them to stay for dinner, and then got in the car and hurried home, where there were still two people waiting for him to settle down.

Bringing the vehicle to a stop with a puff of snow and fog.

Ethan was surprised to find that there was only a thin layer of snowflakes on the ground, and there was a high pile of chopped firewood next to the tool shed.

It seemed that while he was busy, Boden was not idle either.

Push the door open.

The two of them were watching TV quietly, and the firewood in the fireplace was crackling.

"Eat something."

Putting down the packed food, Ethan clapped his hands: "Then I will take you to the residence. The accommodation there has been arranged. Rebecca, please rest in peace and recover first."

Although she wanted to live here in her heart, Rebecca also knew it was not suitable.

He could only nod reluctantly.

Their luggage has already been packed.

After eating, the three of them walked out of the wooden house together. When they saw the dented car, they looked at Ethan with a half-smile.

This guy.

It seems that there is no time to stop.

"cough."

He smiled awkwardly and shrugged helplessly: "You know, there is really nothing you can do when someone is unlucky."

He carried Rebecca into the passenger seat and Boden put the wheelchair into the trunk.

Not long after they came back, they set off again, but the other two people were wearing knitted hats and thick scarves. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell what they looked like.

"etc."

As soon as the vehicle reached the intersection, Rebecca pointed in another direction: "If you are not in a hurry, let's go there first."

The direction pointed is the Amish settlement.

Although Ethan didn't know what to do, he turned the steering wheel and drove towards the road she pointed to.

On the way we passed the Savoy Gentlemen’s Club.

Of course, it is no longer called Sava. There are many motorcycles parked in front of the club, and the swastikas on the foreheads of the two security personnel standing in front of the club are clearly visible.

These are the people of the Aryan Brotherhood.

The strip club that originally belonged to Rebecca has been taken over by those people.

This kind of place can not only make a lot of money.

The black money earned in the pill business can also be quickly laundered here. It can be said that the cash attributes of casinos and strip clubs are naturally suitable for money laundering.

And out of a hundred such places, at least ninety actually operate money laundering businesses.

The difference is just size.

After Watts took over Rebecca's business, the strip club was, of course, a top priority.

Only by getting the money clean can he smoothly run a large business, from bribing senior officials to eating, drinking, sleeping, sleeping, all of which require a large amount of legal funds to support.

Seeing the club flash by, Rebecca's eyes flashed with anger.

This place is all my own hard work.

"correct."

Ethan licked his lips and said with a hint of meaning: "The club is completely taking over from you, which means there will be no changes. I think you are very clear about the operation inside, right?"

"Of course."

Rebecca nodded and said in a low voice: "Watts never thought that I could survive, let alone that we would dare to run back."

"He doesn't have the ability to change anything."

"What do you mean?"

At this point, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Ethan with her lips pursed.

"perhaps."

Ethan chuckled and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel: "We can create some surprises for Watts. This is a war, and we have to do more things that can cause trouble for the enemy."

"In this way, we can continuously weaken his strength."

"Instead of letting the other person grow."

"What do you think?"

"What a great idea." Rebecca's eyes lit up and she said with a fierce tone: "I still have a lot of explosives, and I can send the club to the sky."

In the back seat, Boden nodded excitedly.

This period of time really suffocated him.

This guy has physical defects. After some desires are gone, other desires will naturally become stronger, such as burning, killing and looting.

"NONONO!!!"

Ethan shook his head quickly and looked at these two mindless violent maniacs with disdain: "Are you trying to recruit the FBI?"

"Or do you want that senator to know that you have returned to Banshee Town?"

"Then what do you want to do?"

Rebecca sighed and asked curiously.

With a smile, Ethan knocked on the steering wheel and expressed his thoughts. The other two people raised their eyebrows one after another and agreed. It would be good to collect some interest first.

The vehicle drove quickly and soon arrived at an Amish settlement.

But not in depth.

Instead, he slowed down at the edge and drove into a small farm.

Stop in front of the old barn.

Boden took the key handed over by Rebecca and walked quickly through the snow to open the barn door.

"Do you still remember that time you confiscated a large number of firearms?"

Looking at the barn door that was slowly pushed inward, Rebecca motioned to Ethan to drive the vehicle in: "After that, my uncle built warehouses in several places, and this is one of them."

She exhaled heavily: "Only three people knew about this place before."

"Now, only three people know."