My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

There was more than one photo sent.

Ethan looked at the green nails and continued to scroll down to see another bloody severed hand, but this time it was dry and thin and black, but he could still tell that it was a woman's hand.

Next, there are two severed hands.

One is full of dirt, and the other is white and fat.

He turned back the page expressionlessly, and Jiabo sent another video file.

Click on it and open it.

The screen shook, and a large room appeared in front of him. Roars of Eastern European nonsense also came from the phone. Of course, there were also screams of pain and sobs. In the camera, four people were being hung upside down with ropes.

"ah!"

"No~"

"Please, we don't know him."

All the clothes of these people were stripped off, and a strong Eastern European man was seen practicing boxing against the targets, and he kept begging for mercy.

Turn the phone around and look at it intently.

Although he was beaten to a bruised nose and face, his face was bloody and bloody.

But I could vaguely recognize that the two women, one black and one brown, were the two female Bodhisattvas who were in the subway last night, and the gray-haired guy was a homeless man, and the other person was completely unknown to me.

"Click."

The phone is placed on the table.

Ethan didn't care that this was someone else's place, so he took out a cigarette and lit it.

The flickering flame of the lighter ignited his eyes.

Although he didn't know how Jiabo got these things, he now understood everything and knew where the gunman who targeted him came from. He took a deep breath from the cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke.

The three people next to him looked at each other, completely confused.

But looking at their expressions, they knew that Ethan must have understood something and were waiting patiently for the other party's words.

The pictures on the mobile phone are all visible.

The screams made Harold quickly pick up his wine glass and take a sip. To be honest, this was the first time he had seen such a horrific scene. Although the broken arms were tied up, they were still dripping with blood.

This made his face turn blue and white, and he suppressed the feeling of vomiting with the help of strong alcohol.

Xiao on the side pursed his lips tightly and watched expressionlessly.

The video finished playing quickly.

Just beating and screaming, nothing else.

Chewing his cigarette, he took out his mobile phone and called Jiabo. The person on the other end answered quickly but did not speak.

"it's me!"

Ethan rubbed his head and said in a low voice: "The matter is a bit complicated, but I have it settled here. The group of people who invaded my mobile phone are not enemies. What's going on over there?"

"Um."

Jia Bo snorted and said coldly: "I believe you know the other three people. The last one who is fair and fat is a friend I met in the nightclub."

"If I guess correctly."

The man on the other side breathed a sigh of relief and gritted his teeth and said, "That mother-in-law Fake probably found the subway station where we got on through the homeless, and then searched several nearby nightclubs and found someone who knew me."

"Those photos and videos were sent to the phone I used when I went out to play."

Nine times out of ten, that's the truth.

Jiabo is a nightclub creature and often hangs out in these places.

It's normal to have a few acquaintances.

And last night, only the homeless man saw which subway entrance he and Jiabo entered the station through. He worked backwards and forwards. It was not difficult to find someone who knew them using the methods of these gang members.

As for why Harold didn't receive Job's social security number.

This is perfectly normal.

Maybe Jiabo doesn't have a social security number at all. People like him have already erased their original data, and even the name Jiabo may not be his real name.

"OK."

Ethan nodded silently and continued to ask: "You should have contact information, right? Those people will never send you videos just for fun!"

"some."

On the other side of the phone, Jiabo nodded: "I also sent a number, but I haven't contacted you yet."

He was in a small apartment.

There were several firearms placed on the coffee table in front of them, and their boyfriend Johnny was loading bullets into the magazines, looking murderous.

Our bald hacker also has a bad temper.

Seeing those guys arresting his friends and cutting off a hand, no matter who the other party was, even the most brutal Mexican pro-independence group, Jiabo would have to encounter that.

"Send me the number."

Listening to the sound of the gun bolt being pulled on the other side, Ethan smiled slightly.

After hanging up the phone, feeling the eyes on him, he grabbed the bottle and poured himself a full glass of whiskey.

"Just last night."

Putting down the bottle, he grabbed the cup and looked at Harold: "A friend and I came out of the nightclub and met some gangsters bullying two girls on the subway, and then those gangsters wanted to bully me."

"You can probably all guess how things will turn out."

Biting a cigarette, Ethan smiled and dialed the green fingernail on the phone on the table, and said with a sigh: "What a good girl, she was still worried about her child's tuition last night."

"I also heard her telling her friends that if she really couldn't do it, she could only take on a few more customers, even if she was tired, there was nothing she could do."

“It’s all about life!”

"Mr. Harold."

Picking up the whiskey and taking a sip, he looked at the man with glasses cheerfully: "But her hands have been cut off now. What price can you ask for a disabled prostitute in the future?"

"How can we still live?"

Ethan feels guilty now, extremely guilty.

Because of his impulsiveness, these people were angered. If it weren't for him, the two female Bodhisattvas would have been humiliated last night, and they would not have become mutilated.

What else can a prostitute do if her hand is cut off?

The unhurried voice echoed in the library room, and anyone could hear the murderous intent in it.

Harold pushed up his glasses nervously. The ins and outs of the incident were all clear. There must be someone from the Eastern European gang among those gangsters, who wanted to avenge what happened last night.

And there is no doubt that the man in front of him is about to transform from a victim to a perpetrator!

He quickly looked at Reese, who was sipping his wine silently, with no intention of speaking. Although he was well-informed, this level of abuse was still extremely rare.

So Reese was not sure whether he should stop the other party.

Or offer help.

Xiao was still drinking whiskey, but her speed had slowed down a lot. She looked at Ethan's cell phone on the table with a cold face.

The scene was fixed on the woman who was hung upside down. This was an extremely humiliating way and a punishment that made her feel extremely angry.

"Boom."

Before Harold could think about how to answer, his phone received a number from Jabber.

Ethan held the cigarette in his mouth and took it out casually. (End of chapter)