My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Returning to the wasteland just now, the two cars parked here were already covered with a layer of snow.

There was no time to celebrate.

The four people worked non-stop to quickly transfer the contents of the pickup truck to the Dodge Challenger.

Then divide the troops into two groups.

One group of people drove into the pickup truck to destroy it, and the other two escorted the fruits of tonight's hard work back to Davis Bar. No mistakes could be made on either side.

The vehicle lights came on one after another.

After leaving a few ruts, they quickly dispersed, and the heavy snow quickly covered all these tracks.

The vehicle slowly stopped while still some distance away from Davis Bar.

"Um?"

Ethan unbuckled his seat belt and looked at Boden doubtfully: "Aren't you going to go over?"

"Need not."

The latter shook his head slowly, with a slightly happy expression on his face: "I got what I wanted tonight."

"You guys should divide those things among you!"

Using an AKM, he broke their legs and destroyed the strip club.

All this is enough for Boden.

As for money.

As long as he doesn't need those things, the joy of getting the money is not as intense as the shooting just now.

"All right!"

In this case, Ethan stopped persuading: "Tell Rebecca that I won't go there tonight."

After looking at the cars going away, he walked towards Davis Bar. It was a rare guest appearance as a robber and he didn't know what the rewards would be. Those things should be enough to keep Jabber and the others happy for a while.

"Dong dong~"

There was a knock on the back door.

Someone quickly opened it from the inside, and Candy poked his head in, looking sneaky.

"okay."

Ethan pushed him away and strode in: "If someone really follows you, it's useless for you to watch."

"Where's the iceman?"

Candy scratched the bandage on his head and asked curiously: "Why doesn't he come over?"

The old bartender was no stranger to Borden. The guy always hid in the shadow of Proctor with an expressionless face and spoke only a handful of times, so he was called the Iceman.

"To you, he is a great good man."

Coming to the pool table, Ethan looked at the bills under the light and shook his head with a smile: "It's just divided between the three of us. He doesn't need these things."

The zippers of each bag were open.

Under the illumination of the lights, the entire pool table turned green.

As long as this color does not appear on his head, then in Ethan's opinion it is the most charming color in the world.

As for the pills, they have just been disposed of.

"Waterfa."

Candy quickly walked to the bar and took out a bottle of bourbon that he had treasured for a long time. "Did you hear wrongly? There are still people in this world who don't like money?"

"Call him back, Boden deserves it."

"Need not."

Ethan waved his hand and took the cup.

He grabbed one of the travel bags and looked at the densely packed money inside, most of which were five and ten yuan.

Fifty and one hundred, almost none.

"Not much."

Jia Bo also happily took the half glass of whiskey: "You all know that the money from a single dealer is mostly small bills. It should be less than one million here."

“But for the amount of work we do, it’s a good amount of money.”

It takes two days to complete the trip.

It only takes a few minutes to actually get started, so it is indeed quite rewarding.

"Shhhh~"

Candy couldn't help but whistle and picked up the cup excitedly: "Believe me, this money is already more than many people can earn in their lifetime, and this is just the beginning for us."

"Bang~"

The three of them laughed and clinked glasses with emotion.

Especially for candy, he cooperated with everyone again after two years and completed a robbery with overwhelming force.

Make this guy so excited that sweat breaks out on his forehead.

"Jesus."

He drank the whiskey in one gulp and said excitedly: "I miss this feeling, I really miss it."

"Of course I miss you."

Jiabo rolled his eyes and put the cup on the table. He gestured to the old tavern with his fingers: "This shabby bar you opened, I don't know if you can earn a hundred yuan by pouring wine for a day."

"Please."

Candy poured him another drink and said helplessly: "This has nothing to do with money. I miss this kind of friendship."

"well said!"

Ethan smiled and put down the cup and grabbed the car keys: "You two are responsible for counting the money and preparing my share. I want to go over and have a look at the scene. I don't know if I can see the guy named Watts. "

The most important thing is to do it yourself.

So naturally the two of them were responsible for the tedious task of counting money.

Everyone is performing their duties.

There is more to do with less money, so naturally the two of them can't have any disagreements.

Looking at Ethan striding away, the two shrugged at each other, moved the bags to the storage room at the back, and began the happy and troublesome work of counting money.

Strip club.

When he returned here, Ethan was in a trance, as if he was in the South Side of Chicago.

Blue light illuminates the night sky.

Large flakes of snow fell on the ambulance, and howls sounded everywhere.

Several people in the Banshee Town Police Department were very anxious, their steps seemed extremely hurried, and Brock's angry curses could be heard in the distance.

Notice the stopped vehicle.

Siobhan wrapped his coat and strode over: "I thought you had rested!"

There were some snowflakes accumulated on this guy's head.

His face turned pale with cold.

"What happened here?" Ethan asked knowingly, and handed over the hot coffee he had taken a few sips of: "Sorry, I didn't know you were here, just drink it as it is!"

"Thank God."

Siobhan quickly took the coffee, took a satisfying sip, and then puffed out white mist and said, "Can you believe it?"

"This place was robbed."

Although she looked tired, she still couldn't help but secretly smile: "Those white supremacists either had their legs or hands broken. Guess what, no matter what clues we asked, they said they didn't know."

"When I asked what was robbed, I didn't even know."

"oh?"

Ethan shrugged and asked with a smile: "Then how do you investigate the case?"

"No one is investigating."

Siobhan shivered from the cold and quickly took a sip of hot coffee: "Didn't you hear that Brock was already cursing from the cold? Who would want to go out on duty at night in this kind of weather?"

"Besides, there are no dead people."

She reached out and took out a cigarette from her pocket, lighting it on her own: "I don't know what was robbed, how can I check it?"

"Actually, you know."

"As long as ordinary people are not harmed, we won't bother to care about this kind of thing. It's best to fight as hard as possible."

Slowly blowing out the smoke, the female town policeman chuckled:

"Just watch the excitement."

After chatting for a while, Ethan started the vehicle.

Except for the wounded, there was no sign of white supremacists at the scene. It is estimated that those people were conducting a large-scale search for this mysterious group of robbers.

However, their efforts are destined to be in vain. (End of chapter)