My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan didn't feel any discomfort after switching from CT to T.

The pleasure of wanton and crazy plundering constantly stimulated the secretion of adrenal hormones, making his whole body become excited.

No wonder there are professional robbers.

After experiencing this feeling, it is easy to get addicted to it and throw the several hundred dollars in front of the table into the bag. Ethan narrowed his eyes with joy. Those who come here to play are not good people.

Well, you should grab them all!

A small psychological construction, completed in an instant.

All the money on the tables was plundered by the three of them in just a short time.

"Hey~"

Borden whistled and gestured behind him.

"Bang bang bang."

The three men quickly pushed forward, guns in their hands kept firing, and they fired wildly at the expensive audio equipment, wine racks, club decorations and other places.

Like a tornado, it spreads its havoc.

After all this damage, the club will not be able to restart work for half a month, which will definitely make Watts furious.

"Bang."

The door to the locker room was kicked open.

The trembling strippers hid under the dressing table in fear. They covered their mouths hard, not even daring to breathe.

Jabo controlled the field alone, while the other two quickly changed magazines.

Arriving at the door at the back of the locker room, Ethan picked up the AKM and pointed it inside and pulled the trigger crazily. With the burst of gunfire, the thin wooden door was torn apart in an instant, and two screams rang out one after another.

Break open the door and rush in quickly.

A bald man in the aisle covered his thigh and struggled to grab the submachine gun that fell beside him.

"Bang~"

The palm exploded and the submachine gun flew aside.

The other man was rolling in pain on the ground. Ethan's blind shot just now opened up a large piece of flesh on his thigh, and it hurt just to look at it.

A dozen security personnel is the limit a club can achieve.

It's not that you're not careful enough.

For normal robbers, this is an absolute tough spot.

But the three people who rushed over.

It's really too cruel.

Boden made no sound this time and patted Jaber as a reminder. The latter rushed forward and stepped on the man rolling on the ground: "Where is the money? I'll give you three seconds to think about it."

To prevent the risk of exposure.

Ethan and Boden could not speak without talking, and all negotiations were handled by Jiabo, after all, he was a complete stranger.

After grabbing everything, we can just go back to New York and be done with it.

No one could find him.

The person who was signaled by Boden was one of the leaders of the Aryan Brotherhood. If I guessed correctly, the other party was in charge here.

The severe pain in his body and the gun in front of him could not make the black-haired man give in.

His cold eyes stared at Jia Bo.

It was as if he wanted to penetrate the mask and remember this guy's face.

"three."

Jabber started counting down.

"Bang~"

Flames erupted from the muzzle, and the warhead tore off the black-haired man's ear, blasting a small crater in the ground.

"Fake~"

Half of his head felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer. The guy cursed unconsciously and his body shook like an electric shock.

His expression looked quite painful.

The muzzle of the gun was fired next to the ear, and the damage caused was much more severe than a slap in the face.

Wait until he calms down.

Jia Bo smiled and moved the muzzle of the gun, pointed it down and stabbed hard: "I ask you again, where is the money?"

"Same as before."

"I'll give you three seconds to think about it, please hurry up and answer."

"office!!!"

The black-haired man roared like a killing pig: "They're all in there, I'll take you over there, don't shoot!"

He was afraid that if he spoke a second too late, the bastard would count down another count and fire immediately.

Boden skillfully guarded the VIP channel next to him, while Ethan and Jabber dragged this guy to the door of the office. This used to be Rebecca's office, but now it was forcibly occupied.

It can be regarded as tit for tat.

The door opened quickly, and it seemed no different from the last time he came here.

But it always feels smaller.

"Promise me one thing." The black-haired man said hastily with sweat on his face: "You have to leave some money for me to escape, otherwise even if you kill me, you won't get what you want."

On one side are fierce robbers, on the other side are sole traders.

Death is everywhere.

It's better to find a way to survive.

At this time, his face was extremely determined and he growled: "I just need a chance to live. This is what I deserve."

"Um."

Ethan groaned and nodded slowly.

I don't have time to search slowly. This place was raided. I believe Watts' support will come soon.

Must race against time.

The black-haired man was very single, and he didn't ask for any commitment. He struggled to get up and limped toward the corner.

Open a painting and enter the password.

There was a beeping sound, and a crack appeared in the wall.

"Ha ha."

Jiabo pushed open the secret door and pretended to be happy and said the planned words: "I knew there would be money in these places."

Happiness is a half-truth.

Four or five travel bags are stored in this small compartment.

There are also big bags of pills.

Not only were the club's untransferred earnings for a few days, but also some of the unique products and proprietorships were also stored together. This unexpected surprise now all belongs to Ethan and the others.

Next, no nonsense.

Jiabo carried the AKM behind his back, stepped in, grabbed bags one by one and threw them outside the office.

Even those pills were not spared.

Staying will only harm people.

After a while, most of the things inside were emptied, leaving only some firearms and the like.

"Shua~"

Ethan opened the bag, grabbed several piles of money and threw them on the black-haired man who was slumped on the sofa.

Although most of them were small bills, there were also 40,000 to 50,000 yuan.

He was still willing to keep his promise on such an insignificant matter, and the farther this guy ran away, the better. It just made Watts confused, so he just looked into the direction of internal and external collusion.

Looking at the money in his hand, the black-haired man bit his cheek and grabbed it hard.

Even though he really didn't want it.

But at this time, there is no choice.

Hanging two heavy travel bags on his body, Ethan smiled at this guy and turned around to leave with heavy steps.

Boden and Jiabo quickly picked up the remaining bags.

The three people carried the AKM and quickly retreated to the back door, knocking it open with a bang, and the night wind suddenly rushed in with snowflakes.

"Jesus."

Candy stood by the back door holding a pistol and said hurriedly: "You are finally done, hurry up!"

Beside him lay a man in black.

The guy's head was drooping, and he had obviously been knocked unconscious.

No matter how he did it, it was clear that the old bartender did his part very well.

There are no words.

As the arms swung, the travel bags flew toward the back of the pickup truck, making a muffled sound.

While on guard, he retreated to the car.

In less than three minutes, after entering through the front door and exiting through the back door, a group of part-time robbers roared into the snowy night with a full harvest.