My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Harlem is located in northern Manhattan, and most of the people living here are of African descent.

Dragons and snakes are mixed here, and public security is chaotic.

Especially in the economically worst neighborhoods, gang members are basically the ones roaming the streets at night.

It was in such a chaotic neighborhood that a yellow classic car slowly drove over.

Ethan looked out of the car and from time to time could see homeless people huddled on the street wrapped in cardboard boxes to keep warm.

In the same city, sometimes one block is the difference between heaven and hell.

Unlike the cleanliness in bustling areas, garbage is everywhere here.

The coquettish Liuying stood under the streetlight and waved to him, shaking her huge buttocks from time to time.

Ethan expressed no interest in this body shape with unusually plump thighs and buttocks like millstones, and quickly looked away.

There are still some cars passing by here from time to time, and groups of black guys gather in the corners of the streets.

A few people had big gold chains hanging around their necks, and most of them wore AJs and trousers casually worn, with the trousers underneath exposed.

There is a smell of leaves everywhere on the street.

"These are drug dealers, and every street corner is their territory." Jiabo introduced.

"Believe it or not, every street corner here was purchased with a human life."

Ethan nodded. He noticed a car stopped on the street corner in front of him. A young black man walked up to it. After talking to the people in the car for a few words, he took the money and threw a small bag of things in.

The car didn't turn off at all and left quickly.

Jia Bo held a cigarette in his mouth and continued: "For ordinary people, as long as they don't get out of the car in these places, basic safety can still be guaranteed."

"These gang members also need to maintain peace on the streets and not affect business."

"But if you go deeper, it's hard to say. You may encounter anything."

Different from the bustling streets outside, it was deserted here. Looking at the black guys wandering on the street, Ethan understood why Jiabo asked Johnny to come and drive.

If no one is in the car, someone will probably steal it in less than a minute.

The vehicle continued to move forward, passing a basketball court from time to time, where the game was in full swing, completely ignoring the occasional gunshot in the distance.

Ethan sat up straight and adjusted the soft body armor that Johnny had just brought over.

The vehicle stopped in front of an old apartment building that was only four stories high. Johnny got out of the car first, went to the back and took out the bag containing the firearm, and then returned to the vehicle.

Ethan tugged on his gloves and opened the bag.

The Uzi submachine gun belt is hung on the shoulder, covered with a large baseball jacket, the Glock 17 is inserted into the back waist, and the spare magazine is stuffed into the trouser pocket.

He picked up the translucent soft mask and looked at the apartment building next to him. The exterior walls were dilapidated and covered with various gang graffiti. The streets were deserted.

"What are we going to do? We can't go in and kill everyone in this building, right?"

Jiabo took the bag and took out the remaining guns: "There is no surveillance connected to the Internet in the building, so we can only go in to find him."

“It shouldn’t be difficult to find a Ukrainian in a place where black people gather”

Ethan nodded and looked at Johnny: "Is it okay for you to be here alone?"

Johnny pulled out a Colt M1911 from his waist and shook it in his hand.

Ethan smiled. Being able to hang out with Jabo and often help him transport guns and ammunition was not a good thing.

He put on a translucent soft mask, opened the car door and walked out.

From a distance, this kind of soft mask does not make people think that the person is wearing a mask, but from a close look, it looks like a mosaic, and it is light and snug when worn on the face.

Jia Bo followed him out of the car. The two looked left and right, walked forward quickly, and pushed open the apartment door.

As soon as he entered the door, Ethan took out the Glock 17 from the back waist.

The lobby on the first floor is quiet, and the reception desk in the middle has become a place where debris accumulates. Next to it is a wide staircase that spirals upward.

Ethan took the lead along the stairs to the second floor, which was in the middle of the building.

There are aisles on the left and right, with two doors on each side.

"Fakeyu, Bichi."

A door to the left was opened, and a big black man in a vest opened the door and came out cursing.

"I don't even know if this little Nico is my son. I'll give you half a day to pack up and get out."

Da Laohei slammed the door, turned around angrily, and then raised his hands neatly.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, he didn't even blink:

"Listen, I didn't do what happened to Red Jack. I have children. For God's sake, don't let the children lose their father."

Ethan held the Glock and shook his head.

Da Laohei immediately took out the key obediently, opened the door, and walked in slowly.

Sitting in the room was a black woman with an afro and a red coat. She had her back to the door and was talking on the phone:

"Martin, it's no use."

"My cousin doesn't believe it's his. I'll go to Joey's place and try again later."

"Fakeyu, you are really a bitch."

Da Laohei immediately forgot about the person behind him and began to curse in excitement.

Afro was immediately startled. She hurriedly hung up the phone, turned around and said softly: "My dear, I said this on purpose to make you angry."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the face of the person standing behind Da Laohei change drastically, and his mouth suddenly opened wide.

"Mom, if you dare to scream, I will put a bullet in your mouth."

Jabber flashed from behind, pointed his gun at her and said.

Afro immediately closed his mouth tightly and raised his hands in a flash.

After a while, Jia Bo opened the door a crack and paid attention to the movement outside.

Ethan sat on the sofa and looked at the two people who were tied to the legs of the table: "I ask, you answer, can you cooperate?"

"able."

"no problem."

The two tied up people nodded hurriedly.

"Is there a Ukrainian living in this building?" Ethan put his hands on his legs and lowered the muzzle of his gun.

Hearing that he was not causing trouble, Da Laohei breathed a sigh of relief:

"I don't know which one you are asking about?"

Ethan glanced at Jabber, and then continued to ask: "You mean more than one?"

"Yes." Afro hurriedly replied: "They are a group of four."

Da Laohei also rushed to answer, and said with envy: "They are usually very noisy. They drink and call prostitutes all day long."

"Which floor do they live on?"

"Fourth floor, two rooms on the right."

"how do you know?"

Da Laohei said with a sarcastic smile: "You know this, they are having fun and drinking every day, I don't want to help them share the burden."

Ethan was speechless, this guy actually talked about stealing things in such a fresh and refined way.

The man with an afro in a red coat looked at Da Laohei with contempt: "The result is that you were beaten by others, right?"

"We agreed not to mention this." Da Laohei suddenly became anxious.

Ethan raised the muzzle of the gun, and the two became honest again. "Last question, what physical characteristics do they have?"

Da Laohei blinked and thought about it. His eyes lit up. The person who hit him the hardest had a spider tattoo on his neck. He quickly told this feature.

Confirming that it was Orek, Ethan nodded, picked up the fruit knife on the table next to him and threw it in front of them.

"I suggest you wait ten minutes before cutting the rope."

Thanks b^-^d brother for the reward, thank you