My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The breeze blew by, and Bunker's originally straight waist was also blown away.

I don't know what he remembered.

Ethan can understand this guy's mood. It's better like Calvin, at least he can't see anything when he wears long-sleeved clothes.

Bunker is different. He has tattoos of white supremacy on his face. To remove them would be to disfigure him, so finding a decent way to live is not that simple.

I still remember the scene when this guy went to the Banshee Town Police Station to apply for a job.

Hood rejected him without saying a word.

It's useless to talk about changing him. Just based on this appearance, people will naturally not believe anything he says, and they will also be naturally wary of him.

"Thankfully, I did it."

After Bunker was silent for a while, he continued: "So I returned to Banshee Town and wanted to take Maggie away."

Ethan felt the context of the matter and took over his words:

"Turns out she's married?"

"That's right."

Pursing his lips, Bunker smiled bitterly and said: "And she was still married to Calvin. After finding out about this, I didn't actually look for her, but I could still see that Maggie was unhappy and living in fear. "

"I didn't know what to do at that time, so I just stayed in Banshee Town."

"I just want to be closer so that if Maggie encounters anything, I can help her."

"I didn't expect that something happened to me first."

He raised his hand and scratched the scar on his chest: "After Maggie found out about this, she often came over to take care of me, and some things happened naturally."

"I also asked her to inquire about the Aryan Brotherhood, hoping to take her out of that predicament."

"That's why I tell you this."

Bunker turned around and looked at Ethan steadily: "I hope you will never look down on her because of this. Maggie is a good girl."

To him, of course it is.

Even to Ethan, a good girl.

After all, what the other party did was very helpful to him, and he could firmly grasp the pulse of the Aryan Brotherhood.

But from the perspective of Calvin and Watts, it was completely different, but Ethan didn't care, those two people were his enemies, and he didn't care about the cause and process of the matter.

Just be good for yourself

"of course not."

Ethan played with the lighter in his hand and smiled: "In fact, you are right to leave the Aryan Brotherhood, and you do need to help Maggie live a normal life."

"When a big tree falls, many people will be killed."

"I believe you must understand this truth."

The Aryan Brotherhood must be brought down, even though Maggie is not a member of the Brotherhood.

But she is better than that.

As the daughter of Watts and the wife of Calvin, if the white supremacist organization Banshee Town were to fall, let alone enemies, their former subordinates would not be able to help but jump out and suck out the bones and marrow.

The blonde woman was also under the impulse of love.

Make the right choice.

After explaining the matter clearly, Bunker drove away quickly as if a heavy burden had been lifted off him.

Ethan was very full after eating melon. Seeing no one around him, he simply started to do the counting. With a slight shake of his fingers, packages of cash appeared out of thin air and continued to fall on the grass.

Twenty, fifty, and a handful of hundred.

There were some wrinkles, and the cash tightly wrapped together by the express wrapping film fell together one after another.

The setting sun sets above, and the green color is really beautiful.

He grabbed a bag of Franklin and weighed it in his hands. He smiled with satisfaction. The bag was worth tens of thousands, although the space also contained gold, luxury watches, and a small amount of weapons and equipment.

But for the remaining positions, it is not a problem to install thousands of them.

No need to count them one by one.

After holding this thing a lot, I will have a rough idea of ​​it, and what stands out is that practice makes perfect.

Plus three travel bags in the trunk.

The harvest this time was about twelve million. He happily looked at the pile of cash scattered behind the car, and then neatly stuffed the money into the woven bag he just bought in the supermarket.

The half-filled woven bag was thrown into the muscle car again and again.

After working for a few minutes, the back row was finally filled to the brim. The cash in the space, except for the hundreds of thousands left for emergencies and pocket money, was basically cleared away.

With a bang, the car door closed.

After sending a text message to Nora, he happily drove to Chino Moon Casino.

In the blink of an eye, we soon saw the casino and hotel.

The speed of the car slowed down.

Turning his head and looking to the side, he saw several pickup trucks shaking out of the dirt road, raising smoke and dust.

There are low wooden fences on both sides of the dirt road. There is a simple wooden frame at the intersection. The iron sheet nailed to it has the words "Sam Farm" written in large red letters. This land is also within the expansion scope of the Chino Resort.

The last transaction price was more than two million US dollars.

It may not be much for me, but in a rural place like Banshee Town, it's already a sky-high price.

After seeing clearly the people in the cab of the car in front of him, Ethan turned the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator to firmly block the Dodge Challenger at the intersection.

This movement naturally attracted the attention of several pickup trucks.

Their speed also slowly slowed down, and they stopped completely when they were still some distance away from the muscle car.

Several people got out of the car one after another and approached with chaotic steps.

"Mr. Michel."

Lowering the window, Ethan's eyes glanced at Watts in front and several white supremacists with tattoos on their arms, then landed on the middle-aged man in a suit behind him: "Are you okay here?"

"Do you need me to call the police?"

The owner of Sam's farm is not necessarily named Sam. The original owner has already enjoyed the world with more than two million US dollars.

Michelle, standing behind with a sad face, is a speculator in the town.

It seems that the Brotherhood has already begun to take action!

"Mayor Morgan."

Watts crossed his arms and looked at Ethan who was sitting in the car with dissatisfaction: "Why do you think law enforcement officers are needed here? I also pay taxes. This kind of words makes me feel very disrespectful."

As long as he is not convicted or wanted.

Even if the entire Banshee Town knows that he is a white supremacist and knows what criminal activities he is doing behind the scenes, there is no need to discuss anything until there is no criminal evidence.

So Watts didn't have any fear, and now he was an ordinary citizen.

"Yeah?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows and sneered: "To show respect, would you like me to have the tax department check your tax records."

With a simple sentence, the guy's face suddenly became gloomy.

The hands clasped in front of his chest were also lowered.

A person like him would definitely not leave something so easy for others to manipulate, but who the hell can stand being stared at by the tax department every day, but the other party has such power.