My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The fishhook is thrown out, and the next step is to wait.

Someone is willing to help him solve his troubles and save tens of millions of dollars. For this kind of thing, Ethan said that he is very patient.

In order to verify whether the fish takes the bait.

In the next few days, he occasionally walked around Kino's Moon.

It was not to find someone, but to let others find him. It was not until he saw a guy with a tattoo following him that he was satisfied with the end of his fishing trip.

The fish bites the hook, just wait for things to ferment.

It doesn't matter what methods the other party uses, as long as they keep an eye on the land changes.

This thing can't escape his eyes.

As long as it is confirmed that the land has changed, those guys will start to take action. Then when they finish harvesting, it will be the day when they take action. This time must not be very far away.

Mayor's office.

While he was playing the game leisurely, the phone next to him rang.

Look at the caller number and press answer button.

"Mr. Morgan."

Bunker's voice sounded, and he said with a little excitement: "I'm just outside the town hall. Are you interested in following me to Lehigh County?"

"about what?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows and grabbed his phone.

"factory."

The short words on the other side made him stand up excitedly. Without saying a word, he hung up the phone, grabbed his coat and car keys and walked outside: "Jenny, I'm going out to, um, inspect the town affairs."

"Call me if you have anything."

"Please."

The female assistant raised her head and expressed strong dissatisfaction: "I don't understand who is the mayor now!"

As soon as he heard that he was inspecting the town affairs, he knew that the other party must be wandering around again.

Unlike the mayor who was idle playing games, various documents were piled everywhere in front of the mayor's assistant. He was not very busy, but there was a sharp contrast between the two of them, which made her unable to help but complain.

"I have important things."

Ethan stopped, smiled and reached out to pinch the female assistant's face: "Besides, do you and I need to be so clearly distinguished?"

"I'll make it up to you tonight!"

After speaking, he immediately leaned over and slid his palm down along the other person's neck.

"Woo~"

Jenny hummed in satisfaction and moved her body forward to meet her.

Nearly a minute later, leaving the female assistant who had no objection at all, he hurriedly walked down the stairs.

When I arrived outside the town hall, I looked up and saw Bunker sitting in a brand-new gray GMC pickup truck. He also wore a peaked cap on his head, pretending to be low-key.

"The car is nice."

Ethan walked over quickly and complimented casually: "Officer, are you on vacation today?"

"That's right."

Patting the steering wheel, Bunker smiled slightly: "Besides, I have to thank you for this."

This pickup truck is a mobility scooter.

It costs more than thirty thousand dollars per car, and there is still a lot left after buying it with the money I gave you last time.

Noticing that there was no one next to him, he whispered again: "The Challenger is too conspicuous. Everyone knows that it is your car. Go to Candy's to exchange for one first. It is convenient to do everything with two cars."

"OK."

Ethan pressed the car key, and the lights of the Challenger parked next to him flashed.

A few minutes later.

The old Ford pickup truck rushed out from behind the Davis Bar and roared toward Lehigh County with the GMC.

I had asked Boden to search their original workshop together before, but the place was already empty. Watts, who had been prepared for it, quickly moved the place after betraying the enemy, and there was no way he could give people a chance to retaliate.

I always thought that the Aryan Brotherhood's independence manufacturing factory was in Banshee Town, but I didn't expect that it would be moved to Lehigh County, which borders the town.

And not long after crossing the town boundary, we arrived at the place.

I thought it was in some dilapidated apartment building, but I didn't expect it to be a small factory. The square and white building had the words "BOT Pharmaceuticals" hanging on the outer wall.

Ethan parked the Ford pickup truck far away and quickly came to the GMC car.

Taking the telescope, he squinted and looked inside:

"Are you sure this is here?"

They were about three hundred meters away from the factory, and through the gaps between the trees, they could see no movement inside.

Nothing unusual either.

There were only two security personnel holding dog leashes, wandering feebly in the yard. There were circles of barbed steel wire on the iron fence wall, and the sharp barbs gleamed coldly in the sun.

This thing is not surprising, there are too many people doing petty theft after all.

The scale of this so-called BOT pharmaceutical is a bit small, but it looks quite modern. It is completely different from the independent manufacturing workshop that I have been exposed to before.

"Verified so many times."

With a solemn expression, Bunker took out his mobile phone and searched: "I thought you would no longer doubt the authenticity of the information provided by the informant. Don't worry, this address is correct."

After some fiddling, he handed over the phone:

"On the surface, this looks like a factory producing generic drugs."

There is very little information on it, nothing can be seen.

Handing the phone back, Ethan raised the binoculars that the other party brought and began to search the factory area, and then his eyes also stayed on the two German Shepherd security personnel for a while.

"The message is correct."

He nodded slowly and said with a sneer: "High-voltage electricity is connected to the top of this iron fence, and several external cameras are intersecting with each other. There are no blind spots."

"The security guard on the left, pay attention to his collar."

Bunker took the binoculars back and looked at the man intently. The man's collar swayed as he moved, slightly revealing the two sharp corners inside. He also had a unique double lightning tattoo on his body.

White supremacists without a doubt.

But an ordinary person would not do that thing on himself.

"Huh~"

He let out a heavy breath and put down the telescope excitedly. Although he had 100% trust in the source of the clues, he still couldn't hold back his excitement when the information was confirmed.

Finding the factory is a big deal.

Destroying this place will definitely bring great losses to the Aryan Brotherhood.

"What should we do now?"

Squeezing his fingers hard, he turned his head and looked at Ethan.

The latter took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number in the emergency contacts. He nodded to Bunker and said: "It's very simple. Let's start with a phone call."

"Dear Mayor,

The call was quickly connected, and Jabber's yawning voice sounded: "May I help you in any way?"

"Did you just wake up, or are you still not asleep?"

The sun was high in the sky, and Ethan couldn't tell what the guy's condition was now. He shook his head and urged: "Quickly make yourself sober. There are important things that need you to do."

"Shet!"

There was a crisp slapping sound from the opposite side, and Jiabo yawned heavily again: "I just slept for three hours, wait a minute."

The phone clicked to hang up, and Ethan looked at the phone blankly.

That rascal.

Did you just slap yourself in the face? (End of chapter)