My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hearing what Proctor said, Alex turned his head and glanced at Rebecca again.

She still kept the same movements as before, as if there was some shocking news in the newspaper.

He felt a little hot on his face, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm still young. Don't you always emphasize this? My mind will change."

Proctor noticed his movements, and there was a hint of pleading in Alex's eyes.

He also felt that he was almost done, but he still had to save some face for his future partner.

He picked up the wine glass and stretched it forward.

Alex breathed a sigh of relief and quickly picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Proctor.

After Proctor drank up the wine in the glass, he said to Alex:

"I understand what you mean, just give me the list as soon as possible."

Alex was confused "What list?"

"Except for George Hunter, you can collect a list of all the committee members who want to vote you out." Proctor knocked on the table.

Alex nodded "The tribal council meeting is next week."

"There is enough time, you give me the list tomorrow and I will take care of the rest.

"Okay, no problem, thank you."

"No need to say thank you, we are partners." Proctor stretched out his palm and said in a serious tone:

"Is it okay for me to say this?"

"No problem." Alex breathed out heavily, and then held Proctor's hand. "You are right, we are partners."

After the matter was discussed, he did not stay any longer.

Alex put his hat on his head and left the Savoy Gentlemen's Club with heavy steps.

After Alex left, Rebecca immediately threw the newspaper aside and said doubtfully:

"We have so much business on hand now, why is the casino so important to you? So far, I only see the trouble it brings to you."

Since the death of the old chief, Proctor has been rejected by Alex. He had tried his best to get into the new casino before, but he did not expect that Alex would take the initiative to ask for help tonight.

With what the partners said just now, the share of the new casino is a foregone conclusion.

Proctor was in a good mood at this time, and he patiently explained to Rebecca:

"You don't understand this."

"The slaughterhouse and the club's business are used for cover, and you know this, but for our real business, this amount of funds is far from enough."

"As long as we can take the casino's share, we can launder the money from our real business through the casino."

"That means more funding, more manpower."

Proctor grabbed the wine glass and said with a smile: "And more powerful power."

After Ethan solved Quentin, he finally felt a little more comfortable, but Brantley still couldn't track him, and there was always a shadow in his heart.

But it's useless to think about it. Anyway, it's still the same sentence, the soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth will cover up.

Looking at the dark night outside the window, Ethan did not hesitate to go to the Red Bone Gang to find out the whereabouts of Cheton.

He turned the steering wheel and drove towards Jiabo's house again.

As soon as the car stopped, the curtains in the house were opened to a corner.

Soon, Jiabo came out.

"Quentin solved it?"

Ethan nodded and opened the garage.

Seeing Ethan walk behind the Ford, open the trunk, and take out the travel bag to check, Jabo asked curiously:

"What are you doing?"

Ethan closed the trunk of the car and said, "The time is just right, I still have something to do."

"Okay, I get it."

Jiabo glanced at his watch, turned around and walked back into the house.

Ethan took out his phone again, clicked on the map to confirm the location, then started the vehicle and drove out of the garage.

As soon as he drove outside, Ethan smiled helplessly and then stepped on the brakes.

"Mom, no matter what it is, you don't think I'll let you go alone, do you?"

Jabber threw the travel bag in his hand into the back seat, then opened the door and got in.

Ethan explained, "Actually, I can do it alone, it's a small matter."

"In my experience you need support at all times, no matter what."

Jabber waved his hand and said, "Drive, and then tell me what bullshit you want to do."

He had no choice but to start the vehicle and drive forward.

"Just a few days ago, when I was escorting a leader of the Red Bone Gang of the Chino tribe, I was attacked by his men."

Ethan scratched the scar on his forehead, "At that time, one of my colleagues was also hit with a concussion and head injury."

"After she was hospitalized, she rested at home for two days."

"You are brave enough to dare to openly attack law enforcement officers." Jiabo joked again: "That colleague of yours must be a woman."

Ethan smiled and did not answer his words. After a while, he said:

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

Jiabo deeply agreed, because he himself was such a person.

After driving for half an hour, Ethan drove off the curb and into the woods.

Under the illumination of the headlights, the two took out their packages and started replacing them.

After a while, both of them put on black combat uniforms.

Ethan looked at the AR-15 in Jabber's hand, and then at the Colt M1911 in his own hand. He rolled his eyes and stuffed the pistol into his holster.

According to the direction given by Nora, Ethan led Jabber through the woods.

The moon was particularly bright tonight, and the visibility in the woods was good, so Ethan simply turned off the small flashlight.

There are rustling sounds all around from time to time, and animals are particularly active at night.

Several hares suddenly jumped out from the side, scaring Jiabo into a cold sweat. He looked at the dark woods and cursed softly.

"Mom, I'll go back to New York tomorrow."

"Be quiet, we'll be there in ten minutes."

"Waterfa, we've been walking for half an hour." Jabber gasped.

Ethan had no choice but to stop and let Jabber rest for a while before continuing.

Soon, there was noise and fire in front of the woods.

The two glanced at each other, leaned down and walked quietly towards the hillside in front.

The two of them hid behind a bush, and Ethan could see a patchwork of traditional Indian tents set up in the woods ahead.

In the open space in the middle, members of the Red Bone Gang with long and short guns gathered around several huge bonfires to drink and have fun. Indian girls in cool clothes shook their waists in front of the bonfires to the sound of leather drums.

From time to time, someone would get drunk and sneak into the tent and start having sex.

Ethan looked carefully and saw that the entire camp was equipped with all facilities, including a small shooting range for practicing marksmanship.

Outside the camp, no one was seen guarding or patrolling.

Jabo grabbed the AR-15 and whispered through gritted teeth:

"Mom, this is a small thing you said. Is this a small gang?"

"I never said it was a small gang." Ethan replied in a low voice.

The Chino Tribe is a tribe no matter what, and the most powerful Red Bone Gang in it does not only have a dozen or twenty people.

Jabber pulled down his hood and looked over.

"Now what?"

Thanks to Xianyu Datou for the reward, thank you