My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The street lights outside are quite bright though.

After passing through the dustproof and soundproof curtains on the scaffolding, only a faint light remained.

This light penetrates the glass and shines on the small rolling objects.

The thing that looks like a small melon made the people inside tremble with fury, and they heard loud shouts:

"Grenade!!!"

"touch~"

There were sounds of falling to the ground one after another, and Xiao Ye licked her lips and flew to the side. She quickly picked up a horse dog and turned it over to the corner, while covering the dog's ears firmly with both hands.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was still no explosion.

"asshole."

She cursed secretly and looked towards the middle corridor with an unkind look.

The place where the grenade flew in was a small corridor. The large room on the left side of the corridor was lined with rows of wooden shelves filled with various books. They stayed on the right side.

The thing lay quietly on the ground without any sign of explosion.

Xiao then noticed that the latch on it had not been pulled out.

"I said that!"

A voice that sounded quite unbeatable to her sounded out: "I told you, this is a kind warning. You must have felt my kindness, right?"

After saying this, Ethan tapped the barrel of the gun lightly with his fingertips.

His face looked cheerful.

"Da~"

There was another crisp sound.

The lights are turned on and the light blooms.

"Mayor Morgan."

A slightly frightened voice sounded, and the other party said thirstily: "There may be some misunderstandings between us. Listen, we just want to help you, and there is nothing else."

"Who are you?"

Ethan frowned and leaned against the wall.

"You can call me Harold, Mayor Morgan." The voice continued, with a hint of trembling: "I swear, we just want to help you!"

This guy's tone was very sincere.

But who the hell needs this kind of inexplicable help? If a normal person encounters a guy like them, they will definitely want to run away immediately.

And he was sincere, while his companions were anything but.

Ethan looked at the slowly moving light spots in the radar and raised his eyebrows: "Very good, I believe what you said."

"But can you ask your friend to stop his little moves first? If he moves again, the next grenade that flies in will definitely pull out the safety pin. You don't want to see this happen!"

The words fell and the light spot stopped.

"Mr. Harold."

Smiling slightly, Ethan shouted inside again: "If you don't mind, how about we establish a trusting situation. You put down your weapons and come out by yourself, and let us have a good chat."

"don't want."

Xiao's voice sounded urgently. He first stopped his companions, and then shouted to Ethan: "Why didn't you come in?"

"Clang."

Another grenade flew in and bounced on the ground.

"The reason is obvious, this beautiful Ms. Xiao." Ethan chuckled and said playfully: "Guess whether there will be a third or fourth one on me. Do you want to bet that I have already thrown them away?"

One sentence made Samn Xiao grit his teeth.

Several people inside understood what he meant. He had the initiative on how and where to talk now.

"Mayor Morgan."

Another slightly deeper voice came out: "How about letting me replace Mr. Harold?"

"no."

Ethan decisively refused.

The more your opponent doesn't want you to do something, the more you will do it.

"listen."

He thought for a while and patiently explained: "Actually, I'm a good person, and I really don't want to see this situation. I promise it's just a face-to-face chat. I'm not a killer, okay?"

After a few seconds of silence, the sound of light and heavy footsteps sounded.

Ethan turned sideways and looked inside.

A white man in his fifties appeared in front of his gun. The man walked with a limp and raised his hands high.

Wearing a handmade wool suit, the price is quite expensive.

The tie he was wearing was a little messy because he fell to the ground just now, and there was a trace of panic under his glasses. He looked ordinary, and his whole person gave Ethan the feeling of a typical otaku and nerd.

Judging by his appearance alone, he is an older IT man.

"Hey."

Harold pursed his lips and nervously said hello to the gun.

"Good evening."

Ethan emerged from the shadows with a smile on his face: "Mr. Harold, how about we start from the first question?"

"in addition."

He slowly walked up the two or three steps and continued inside: "Dear Ms. Xiao, please don't do anything unnecessary. All my actions so far have been with good intentions."

Although both of those are most likely agents.

The skill shouldn't be simple either.

But with radar assistance, no matter what they wanted to do secretly, he could react in time, so Ethan seemed quite relaxed.

no way.

Being touched in one's lair is such an embarrassing situation!

"OK!"

Harold let out a heavy breath: "I'll try to answer all your questions."

"All right."

Ethan shrugged and sneered: "First question, I remember never telling Ms. Xiao that I was the mayor, right?"

The muzzle of the gun was pointed steadily, with a somewhat evil look in his eyes.

"Feel sorry."

Harold gritted his teeth and said slowly: "That's right, my friends and I are just helping people who are in trouble. According to the accurate information we have received, Mayor Morgan, you are in a difficult situation. "

"In order to effectively assist you, we will conduct appropriate background checks."

The middle-aged otaku wearing black-rimmed glasses said softly: "Sorry if I feel offended!"

"What trouble?"

Ethan tightened the grip of his gun and continued to ask questions.

"I don't know." Harold shook his head slightly, with a hint of confusion: "But according to our speculation, it should be related to your law enforcement experience in Chicago. After all, you killed no less than a hundred criminals."

"It's very logical that someone wants to take revenge on you."

"Um?"

Ethan narrowed his eyes with a fierce look: "What else did you investigate about me?"

As soon as the murderous intention came out, Harold was so frightened that he took two steps back and stammered to explain: "I swear to God, I only investigated your professional experience. Please believe that we just want to help people."

“I have no intention of snooping into your privacy!!!”

When he came to the latter part, he was so frightened that he almost shouted.

Harold felt as if he was in a cold storage, his heart seemed to be grasped, and heavy cold sweat continued to break out from his forehead.

When I learned about the situation, I just lamented the horror of that number.

Now when facing a real person, my feet couldn't help but tremble, and I finally had a clear understanding of the number of people killed, and realized that the guy in front of me was definitely a figure like the God of Death.

"Morgan."

There was a voice in the room on the right, and the man just now warned coldly: "If you dare to hurt Harold, I will kill you no matter where you escape!"

"second question."

Ethan tightened his cheeks and put his finger on the trigger: "Tell me, where did your news come from?"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Harold's eyes were struggling! (End of chapter)