My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

These domineering words stunned Bunker.

He slowly looked at Candy, who nodded with a smile, indicating that he could accept it.

As long as people follow you, they will basically not be poor.

Ethan's words are actually not exaggerated at all. There is no guarantee how rich the guy he considers to be one of his own is, but he will definitely not be poor. Needless to say, Jabo, that guy earns the most.

It’s not an exaggeration to describe it as a bowl full of food.

Wiping the candy on the wine glass and following Ethan back and forth, he also made four to five million US dollars. He cannot be said to be poor at all in the United States.

If you have money, share the profits together. This is his consistent aim.

He who eats alone will not last long.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Bunker stopped refusing and kept stuffing the piles of money into his body with a smile. In order to facilitate this guy's use, the largest denomination did not exceed fifty.

So although fifty thousand dollars is not a lot.

The pockets on his body were also bulging, and his usually stern face was full of smiles.

"Thanks."

After patting the money on his body, Bunker picked up the cup: "Although I didn't expect to gain anything, it does feel good to have money on my body. I like this feeling very much."

"nice! You love it."

Ethan laughed and raised his cup as well.

"Bang~"

The old bartender was not idle either, and the glasses of the three people collided neatly.

While we were chatting and laughing here in Davis Bar, we were not idle at a remote intersection. Not long after the patrol car stopped, a pickup truck roared up and stopped behind the police car.

The lighter flames burst out, illuminating the face of the policewoman leaning against the patrol car.

Cruz took a deep breath from his cigarette and squinted his eyes at the man who was striding over: "You are late. I don't like others to be late."

"I know."

As heavy footsteps approached, Watts walked up to the policewoman and said with a gloomy face: "Two of us died, and a few others were injured. Those who were injured have just completed operations."

"One person becomes disabled, and the rest also have to rest for a long time."

"I gave you advice."

Cruz took a step forward and hugged Watts gently: "Those amateur military trainings are useless. Throwing people into the army and serving for two years will definitely make them much more useful than they are now."

"the most important is."

She let go of her hand and tilted her head to look at the leader of the Aryan Brotherhood standing in front of her: "Is the information I provided you accurate?"

"As for how many people died, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, right?"

Watts looked helplessly at Cruz. This woman's personality has really not changed since she was a child. Everything is a naked interest relationship, so she is a little more restrained in front of him.

"you're right."

He shook his head and weighed the bag in his hand: "This is what I promised you. Everything you find in the house belongs to you."

"But unfortunately, it's only $20,000."

His face was very calm, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all that he had lost most of his money.

This is your own money.

It would be great if you can give it!

"Waterfa?"

Cruz grabbed the bag and opened it excitedly: "Weren't you robbed of almost one million? There is also a batch of pills, and now you are telling me that I only have 20,000?"

"Uh-huh."

The mouth of the bag was opened, and there were only a few wads of small bills fluttering inside.

Looking at the things there, the policewoman's breathing became rapid and she looked at Watts in disbelief.

"first."

The latter wiggled his fingers and said dissatisfied: "I really don't like the way you look at me like this. It's been so long and this is another one of them. Do you think those robbers are fools and will take all the money with them? "

"No flowers, no separate storage?"

"Secondly."

He put his hands on his waist and looked at Cruz with sharp eyes: "When you were a child, no one took care of you. It was me who provided you with food and shelter, otherwise you would have died long ago."

"What makes you think that I'm here to deceive you now?"

After a few words, the policewoman lost her temper.

She opened her mouth, gritted her teeth and said, "Don't say it's a huge favor. I gave you Fake. If it weren't for HR's request, I wouldn't have returned to this hellish place from New York."

"I know, I know!" Watts' tone slowed down and he quickly reassured:

"The information you provided this time was really helpful. At least we found the whereabouts of those people. Next, I hope you can promote the investigation of the case and find information about the person who escaped."

"There's still five thousand dollars here."

He took out another stack of Franklins from his arms, grabbed Cruz's hand and patted it: "This is personal to me. I understand it's not as good as you expected, but I've tried my best!"

"After all, I still have an organization to support."

A series of tricks were used to successfully eliminate Cruz's anger.

Twenty-five thousand was credited to her account with just one phone call, which was not a loss after thinking about it. Her expression softened a lot, and she threw the stack of Franklins into the bag without any politeness.

"It's difficult to move forward with the investigation."

After zipping up the bag, she threw the bag into the police car: "The chief means to treat it coldly. I can investigate it myself, but I can't guarantee the effect."

"All right!"

Watts rubbed his face to restore his gloomy expression to normal: "How about that little baby mayor? Don't tell me that you haven't finished him yet after having people act in so many dramas with you."

Compared with those robbers, the mayor is obviously more important.

If we can catch Mayor Doll's handle, it would be easy to do anything in Banshee Town in the future.

"I had someone look into his history."

He stared at Cruz and said in a deep voice: "That is definitely a dishonest person. You have to find a way to get in touch with the other side of him. These politicians can do anything for money, and they can definitely find valuable clues."

"rest assured."

The latter thought of something and grabbed his duty belt with all his strength: "Now I have definitely gained his trust. What I'm waiting for is an opportunity."

"very good."

Watts scratched his chin, looked at the other person with squinted eyes, and made a growl in his throat.

A woman wearing a law enforcement uniform is full of fatal temptations for criminals like them. After talking about the business, this irresistible thought instantly came to mind, and her eyes were full of aggression.

"I'll contact you when I have news."

Cruz knew what the other person wanted to do at a glance, but now he was no longer a teenage girl.

This kind of old man can no longer arouse her interest. Now we have more of a cooperative relationship, and she is very valuable. She is not afraid of what the other party will do to her.

Moving her round buttocks and sitting in the car, she couldn't help but think of the scene by the lake.

That's what a man is in the real sense.

The policewoman couldn't help but roll the tip of her tongue around her lips. She quickly put the car into gear and kicked down the accelerator.

The patrol car quickly disappeared into the night.

Watts was left alone here eating exhaust fumes. The guy scratched his crotch with a look of reluctance. (End of chapter)