My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The sun shines on the palm grove, and a blue car drives on the forest path, kicking up billows of dust.

The vehicle shook.

The woman driving the vehicle adjusted her sunglasses and pressed her ears.

Coming from East Asia to southern North America, Beatrice felt a little uncomfortable with the mild climate for a while. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand and continued to step on the accelerator and drive forward.

Now, we are in Acuna, Mexico.

The midday sun was blazing, but fortunately the swaying palm leaves gave her a touch of coolness.

Not far ahead, you can already see wooden shacks on the roadside.

"I'll be there soon." Holding the steering wheel, she squinted her eyes and looked into the vast palm forest: "Are you ready?"

"uh-huh."

A muffled groan sounded in the hidden headset: "Go, I've already seen you."

About a hundred meters away from the large wooden shack, on a thick palm tree, Ethan was possessed in an awkward posture.

His legs were tightly wrapped around the tree trunk.

The wide and flat cloth strap helped him fix his body to the palm tree. He was holding an AR15 in both hands. In the scope, he could already see the rising dust and Beatrice's flowing blond hair in the car.

The muzzle of the gun moved, and the scenery in the scope also changed rapidly.

The wooden shack appeared in his eyes.

Because the climate here has always been sultry, the wooden house is semi-open, with only half a wall in most places. The gauze is fluttering in the wind, and seven or eight pairs of flesh insects are tumbling together.

A faint sound of joy floated in the wind.

Ethan's attention quickly shifted away from these pairs of flesh bugs, there was nothing interesting to see.

"Seven."

He quickly re-checked the number of people with the scope, and reminded in a deep voice: "There are seven men with guns in total, all with heavy firepower. Although they are not very old, I think you still need to be careful."

"This is Mexico, not Tokyo."

The field of vision at this height is not very good. It is blocked by some leaves, and I can only barely see clearly what is going on in the house.

But he couldn't climb any higher.

The shaking above the palm trees was so violent that the accuracy of the shot could not be guaranteed.

For the time being, he only observed a few Mexican men aged 18 or 19. These guys all carried assault rifles in their hands, even though the guns were very old and had strips of tape wrapped around them to hold them in place.

But Ethan had no doubt about the power of these guns.

"And there's an old man."

Speaking into the microphone on his collar, he continued: "He is sitting in the rocking chair in the middle and reading the newspaper. If you guessed correctly, this is the person you are looking for."

Next to the old man with gray spots on his face, there were several support girls with fat waists and thick legs.

Everyone is wearing heavy makeup.

Some yawned out of boredom, while others greedily sucked only half of the leaves' butts.

"I see."

Beatrice's voice rang in the headset: "I will shoot the moment I take off my sunglasses. I hope your shooting skills will be as strong as your physical strength. My life will be in your hands."

Ethan smiled slightly and stopped responding.

He held the AR15 intently and stared at the scope.

There is no complicated plan, anyway, one is inside and the other is outside. If Beatrice's negotiation does not go smoothly, he will be responsible for sniping support from the outside.

No matter what, we must find out Bill's whereabouts.

When she finished speaking, Beatrice's vehicle happened to be parked outside the wooden shed.

This kind of place.

Men come, very normal.

But the appearance of a woman immediately aroused the vigilance of the guards, who came forward with guns in hand to ask about the situation. Ethan couldn't understand the jabbering Spanish, so he could only observe the movements of these people.

His finger also rested lightly on the trigger.

Be prepared to fire at any time.

These men with tattoos on their faces would not be so obedient in telling them the whereabouts of Bill.

After being searched, Beatrice was brought to the old man.

What happened next was completely beyond Ethan's expectation. There was no smell of gunpowder at the scene. After the two exchanged a few words, the old man shrugged and took out a pen and paper to write and draw, and handed it to the female killer.

This move made Beatrice a little overwhelmed.

The two said a few more words, and then she grabbed the note and hurriedly left the dilapidated shack.

From beginning to end.

The sunglasses on his face were never taken off.

Ethan suddenly lowered the muzzle of his gun, frowned and asked, "Is God on your side today?"

"Let's talk about it when we meet."

Beatrice simply replied to him and quickly stepped on the accelerator.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to hold the palm tree between his legs, quickly untie the bag, climb down from the tree in two or three times, and then quickly shuttle through the woods with the assault rifle.

Follow the marked direction and run for about a hundred meters through the dense palm forest.

My vision suddenly became clear.

We came to a dirt road.

The car in the distance was speeding towards him and stopped in front of him.

Throw the gun in there and get in the car.

"what happened?"

Ethan grabbed the mineral water placed in the car door storage compartment and took a sip, and asked impatiently: "Don't tell me that person has told you Bill's whereabouts. We had to kill so many people in Tokyo to get the information. .”

"Now a few words can settle the matter?"

No wonder he was surprised. He originally thought that he would have to kill another person with bloodshed and use various methods of questioning to get the clues.

Just chatting now.

Compared with before, it seemed a bit too childish.

"That's right."

Beatrice grabbed the steering wheel in her hand with a sullen face and handed over the piece of paper: "The old man did write down the location of Bill just now, and it was right on top."

He took the note and there was an address written inside.

Ethan frowned and shook the note away, and asked doubtfully: "Could it be a fake? I think it's a trap!"

"How about we go back?"

"Catch that old man and waterboard him for half an hour."

"you know."

He lit up his cigarette and blew out smoke toward the palm forest outside the window: "I don't like this feeling of getting something for nothing. Information you ask yourself is more reassuring, isn't it?"

There are so many scammers in the world, and the simple-minded Ethan is always worried that he will be deceived.

so.

He prefers to put others in a state where they dare not deceive themselves.

"Haha~"

Beatrice smiled without a smile and asked coldly: "Have you been to Mexico before?"

"ah?"

Not understanding why she suddenly mentioned this, Ethan replied with a blank look on his face: "No, this is my first time here. Now I just hope that the Mexican gang members are not as scary as the rumors."

The female killer looked at him suspiciously.

But no matter how calm and comfortable this guy behaves, it has nothing to do with the present.

She shook her head and gritted her teeth and said, "The address on your hand is real, and it's correct. Bill will definitely be there too!" (End of Chapter)