My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

underground garage.

The vehicle screeched to a halt, and several people fist bumped each other.

Some things have been explained clearly, and Ethan is too lazy to follow up. The information about the HR black policeman Simons only ends here, waiting for Harold to share resources.

"Mr. Reese."

Ethan grabbed the travel bag and handed it to the old handsome guy: "You know what happens next is not convenient for me to come forward, so I will transfer the money to Harold. This is the surgery fee and financial compensation for those people."

"With these things, I believe their lives will be easier in the future."

"Mr. Harold."

He said into the microphone again: "I don't think you would mind doing this for me, right?"

"It's my pleasure."

In the headset, Harold had no reason to refuse.

He also saw the misery of those people and didn't mind giving Ethan a small favor.

Ethan handed Reese two bulging travel bags in succession. There was at least more than one million dollars in them. After the operation, each of them should be able to receive nearly two hundred thousand dollars, enough for them to start a new life.

After handing over the bag, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He himself can be regarded as the most benevolent and righteous person.

Give Johnny another of the remaining bags. From the outside, everyone's gains are pretty much the same, so there's nothing much to say.

"rest assured."

Reese patted the bag, nodded heavily and said, "I will definitely give the stuff to Harold."

This behavior made him feel much better about Ethan.

Even though the money can be said to have been stolen, it is still such a large sum to just take out the money, which is not something ordinary people can do.

"That's it!"

Ethan threw the cigarette into his mouth, patted it on his body, and took out a lighter: "If nothing else happens, we will go to the nightclub to drink. If you three are interested, you may as well come over later."

"I will pay for tonight's consumption."

"certainly."

He glanced at the female agent's arm and said cheerfully: "It's understandable if someone is so injured that they really can't stand it and need to rest."

Although the contact time was short.

But after fighting together, people can quickly become familiar with each other.

The personalities of Reese's people are very appealing to him, and to be honest, he admires what these people do, which can be regarded as saving people from fire and water, so he doesn't mind having more contact with them.

"hehe!"

Xiaopi smiled but gave him a hard slap on the back: "Don't worry, I won't be the one who can't stand it."

The wound was hit hard, and Ethan took a breath.

This little bitch is too cruel.

After throwing the communication device to Xiao, Ethan exchanged phone numbers with them, and the two jumped out of the car with their things.

The car door closed and the tires screeched wildly.

After a puff of white smoke came out.

The SUV also quickly left the underground garage.

The two gray-faced, blood-stained guys looked at each other and walked quickly into the fire stairway with their shoulders hunched.

The shower is switched off.

The bright red water swirled into the sewer.

Ethan struggled to wipe off the water drops on his body and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a large bath towel.

The whistle sounded, and Johnny gave him a thumbs up:

"You're in really good shape."

"certainly."

With a laugh, he raised his arms and stretched out his biceps: "Isn't his figure much better than that of Jia Bo!"

"Fakeyu~"

The bald hacker rolled his eyes and threw over a brand new Adidas classic striped sportswear: "I only have this here. You should be able to wear it. It's almost twelve o'clock, so I can't buy you clothes."

"Just make do with it!"

Although he was taller, his sportswear was always loose.

I'm not afraid of not being able to wear it.

After gesturing to Jabber to help him put a Band-Aid on his back, Ethan went to the bathroom to put on his clothes.

They were in an apartment in Brooklyn.

Jiabo had already finished washing up and was sitting in front of the computer tinkering with his mobile phone. After returning to the living room and accepting the beer from Johnny, the former also unplugged the data cable and handed over the phone:

"I checked it and it's clean."

"Thanks."

Taking the phone and facing the other party's questioning gaze, he took a swig of beer and said, "I don't know how to explain it. I can only say that those guys are vigilantes."

"This time, they just caught up!"

"As long as they are not enemies."

To be honest, Ethan was a little confused about what Harold and the others did, let alone explain it to him.

I can't even figure out why.

"correct."

He drank up the beer in two or three gulps and threw it into the trash can: "The identity of the New York policeman has also been found out. His name is Simmons. He is suspected to be the leader of the HR organization of the black police."

"Those people just now happened to be investigating Simmons."

"I suspect that Cruz was also a member of HR before. I will temporarily stop the follow-up actions and let them find the leader of this black police organization to see if it has anything to do with the Aryan Brotherhood."

"All right!"

Jia Bo shrugged and said he had no objection.

It was originally to assist the other party in the investigation, so naturally Ethan could do whatever he wanted, but it saved him trouble.

He scratched his bald head and kicked the bag on the ground: "You can take the money. Johnny and I only have four bags. This is enough. After all, we didn't do anything."

Next to the coffee table, there are four travel bags on one side.

There is a lot of darkness, which makes people feel at ease just looking at it.

These bags were all bulging, so there was no pressure on Ethan carrying six bags, but Jabber just barely managed to fall down from the pressure. After all, these were just paper, and the weight was really heavy.

"Do not talk nonsense."

Ethan grabbed a bag and threw it to Johnny: "I don't know how much is in it, but these are all yours!"

A spit and a nail.

We must do what we say we should do.

You can't make distinctions just because others do less work. If someone wants to hang out with you in the future, Jiabo can say no, but he must not refuse to give.

Nuo's big travel bag came over and almost knocked the Goth man over on the sofa.

Not only was this guy not displeased at being hit like this, but he was grinning from ear to ear. A big bag full of money was worth five or six hundred thousand. He didn't expect to receive such a package on his first day back in New York. What a great gift!

"Mr. Morgan."

He first glanced at Jiabo, and after the other party nodded, he excitedly held the bag and said to Ethan: "Then I will accept it. Please let me pay for all the expenses tonight."

Just grab a handful of money from the bag and it will be enough for you to eat.

The guy smiled so hard his eyes narrowed.

"Don't say such things."

Jia Bo scratched his little boyfriend's head, squinted at Ethan and complained: "Be careful, this mother will go to the strip club when she messes with Fake, and then throw out more than a million when her head gets hot."

"That's all right!"

Johnny shrugged and pointed to the bag aside: "Don't you still have some here?"

"Hahaha."

Seeing Jiabo's constipated look, Ethan laughed heartily. (End of chapter)