My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"The rabbit played with you."

"You were screwed by him, we were screwed by him, we are like a bunch of hopeless idiots."

Jia Bo threw the ashtray aside, making a clanging sound and cigarette ashes spilled onto the countertop.

He sat down on the high stool and lit his cigarette with trembling hands.

"fifteen years."

"You spent fifteen years in jail for a handful of glass."

Hood stared blankly at the smashed fake diamonds on the countertop, his head buzzing.

He always felt that he and Rabbit had a connection. It was true that he had been squatting for fifteen years and suffered a lot of torture in prison. Only by risking his life could he enjoy a moment of peace.

But he also took away the 10 million diamonds stolen during the operation, and allowed Carly to escape from Rabbit's control.

I originally thought that the reason why I could survive in prison was because Rabbit wanted to recover the diamond, but I didn't expect that it was all a joke.

Hood suddenly felt his face flush, and warm liquid flowed from his nose.

He wiped away the blood from his nose and said to Jiabo in a cold tone:

"We need to find the rabbit."

"Next, it's not him who wants revenge, but I want revenge."

Jabo took a puff of cigarette silently, and then blew out a plume of smoke. "Don't worry, I will focus on the rabbit during this time."

After receiving his affirmative answer, Hood stood up slowly and walked outside the house.

That diamond worth ten million was his last resort.

Now that his trump card had been taken away, Hood felt blank and staggered up to the second floor of the barn.

Kate Moody was lying on her side on the bed, the tattoo on her lower waist looked extremely coquettish, and her pretty red lips were blowing out white smoke.

She heard the sound of opening the door, turned around, saw Hood's lost look on his face, and asked curiously:

"What's going on?"

Hood said nothing, he pounced on him like a hungry wolf.

At this time, he just wanted to vent all the grievances in his heart.

After Hood left, Candy silently picked up the towel and moved the glass and cigarette butts and ashes from the bar into the trash can.

"Feel sorry."

Seeing the mess on the bar, Jia Bo calmed down and apologized to Candy in embarrassment.

"This is really new. This is the first time you have said such things to me."

Candy took off his hat, hung it on the wine rack at the back, turned around and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Believe me, I understand how you feel."

"I have put in years of sweat, pain and effort, but in the end it is all in vain. I feel this feeling more deeply than you all."

Candy drained the whiskey in the glass in one gulp and said with a wry smile:

"Look at me, an old guy with gray hair and a fat body, guarding a shabby country bar. If I didn't tell, who would know that I was once a champion boxer who dominated the ring."

"Please, you are in great health now." Ethan cheered up the atmosphere.

"During the Banshee Festival, wasn't there a motorcycle gang who asked you to punch him out?"

"You don't understand." Candy said sadly:

"The body of an old boxer in his 50s and 60s is equivalent to that of a normal person in his 70s and 80s."

“How many more years do you think I can keep pouring wine for other people?”

Ethan didn't know what to say. At this time, just drink with the two of them.

Not long after, Ethan and Jabber left Davis Bar.

The two cars were speeding on the road, one behind the other, and soon arrived at Jaber's residence.

After closing the car door and looking at the dark house, Ethan asked: "Didn't Johnny come with you?"

Johnny is Jiabo’s little boyfriend, who often dresses in Gothic style.

"He's in New York." Jabber took the lead and walked into the house.

He was still a little depressed. He thought he would get hundreds of thousands, but he didn't expect that it would all come to nothing in the end.

Walking into the house, this place is different from Jobber's residence in New York. It has a lot of furniture.

Jabber opened the refrigerator door, and the next moment, a bottle of mineral water flew over.

Ethan took the water bottle, unscrewed the cap and took a sip before putting it down.

"Where is the thing?"

"basement."

Jabo led Ethan down the corner of the stairs. He reached out and turned on the light. It was empty below except for a wine rack on the wall with more than a dozen bottles of red wine on it.

Ethan was confused, spread his hands and looked at Jabber.

Jiabo smiled and walked to the wine rack.

He pushed the wine rack to the side a few centimeters, then pushed it in, and the wine rack was pushed open like a door.

The lights inside flickered and it soon became brighter.

A small space of a few square meters, with a gun rack fixed on the wall and a table inside.

There was nothing on the gun rack. There was a long black travel bag on the table.

Jia Bo lit up his cigarette, leaned against the wall next to him, and said casually:

"Here is most of my inventory in New York. I basically have everything you want. You don't need to find those black gun dealers. I can just give you some. You can take a look for yourself."

Ethan first picked up the travel bag. It weighed dozens of kilograms, and he didn’t know how Jiabo transported it from New York.

He stretched out his hand to open the zipper, and there were all long and short guns inside.

Ethan looked at the firearms inside, his hands ready to move.

"Do you have gloves?"

"Inside the side pocket."

Jiabo simply walked over, took out black gloves from the side of the travel bag, and put them on himself.

The two of them took out all the guns inside and arranged them neatly on the table.

Jiabo picked up a Springfield pistol and took a look at the corner next to him.

"These guns are all clean. You can choose whatever you want."

Ethan's eyes have been fixed on a silver pistol. In the past, he directly called this gun B13.

He reached out and picked up the silver pistol. The 50AE mark next to the muzzle was particularly obvious.

Ethan weighed the heavy gun body and glanced at Jiabo's small body.

"It's not that I look down on you, but do you control this gun?"

The corner of Jia Bo's mouth twitched. "Take it away if you want it. I wanted it to look good. It twisted my wrist the first time I used it. I haven't used it since."

Desert Eagle, the gun is heavy and weighs four pounds.

The ammunition capacity is small, and the magazine can only hold seven rounds.

The recoil is strong, and improper operation can twist your wrist.

There are many shortcomings, but Ethan still decisively puts it in front of him. In one word, handsome.

Recoil is no problem for me at all.

Next, he selectively placed several guns in front of him, including a Desert Eagle, Beretta M9, ​​AR-15 and an Uzi submachine gun.

In addition to these guns, there are corresponding spare magazines and bullets.

Seeing that he picked so many guns, Jiabo asked curiously:

"Who are you going to fight?"

Ethan looked at the pile of firearms remaining on the table and said, "Who are you going to war with?"

"There are many enemies, so you have to prepare some guys to feel at ease."

Ethan played with the silver sand eagle, raised his eyebrows and said:

"me too."

Thanks to the two brothers Xianyu Datou and Gatling Bodhisattva for the reward, thank you.