My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

When they came to Johnny, the two of them stopped.

The dozen or so half-grown black men on the other side started shouting: "Look, there are two Batmans with masks on the other side."

"I wonder if they have Batman's superpowers."

"Hahaha."

Now outside the street, Ethan didn't want to get into trouble. There were many gangs here, and maybe more people would gather around him later.

He took out a wad of money from his pocket, stretched it out in front of him and said in a low voice:

"Look, we don't want any trouble, and here's a few thousand dollars for your phone."

The eyes of the man with the dreadlocks brightened up, and he decisively took out a switchblade from his pocket:

"What if I don't want to sell?"

Others did not expect that the person opposite actually had super powers. They also raised their baseball bats and machetes and said fiercely:

"Take all the money you have and get off our streets."

I didn’t expect that convincing people with money would not work, so I could only convince them with reason.

Ethan reluctantly took the money back and lifted his coat.

He held the Uzi submachine gun unceremoniously in his hand, pointing the black barrel at the dark crowd.

Seeing this, Jabber and Johnny also took the hidden guns into their hands.

"Shet."

Seeing the two submachine guns and a pistol raised on the opposite side, the half-grown black men swallowed hard, and some of the timid ones had their feet shaking.

"Da da da."

Following the sound coming from Ethan's mouth, most of the black men standing behind quickly dropped what they were holding and ran away.

Only the four or five sunspots in the front were pointed at the gun and did not dare to move.

Ethan grinned and stepped forward with a submachine gun.

"Hand over the phone."

The three sunspots I saw just now handed over their phones tremblingly.

Ethan took the phone and put it in his pocket, and was about to leave, but the guy with the dreadlocks felt that he couldn't lose face in front of his younger brother, so he insisted on asking:

"Where do you guys hang out?"

Ethan stopped and fanned out his palms like lightning. There was a crisp sound, and the dreadlocked brother's face instantly swelled.

"Where are you hanging out?"

He slapped him again: "If you don't study hard at a young age, you won't be able to get anywhere."

The dirty-braided brother was slapped twice in the mouth and his body was shaken.

"Let's go."

Jiabo shouted loudly from behind. He looked at the surrounding apartment buildings warily. A bullet would fly out of the window at any time in such a ghostly place.

Ethan kicked the dreadlocked brother over, turned around and walked back.

The people who were running away just now might be looking for reinforcements, so they really can't stay for long.

The three of them ran back to the parking place. From a distance, they saw an old black man, completely ignoring the body next to him. He held a steel ruler in his hand and kept poking at the gap in Jabber's car door.

"Shet."

This car was Jia Bo's favorite thing, and he modified it with great effort. He raised his pistol and shouted.

"Hey, fuck Fuck."

Lao Hei, who was trying to open the car door, heard the shouting and hurriedly raised his head and saw several people walking in the distance, one of whom was pointing a pistol at him.

Lao Hei instantly dropped the steel ruler and ran into the darkness at a sprint speed of 100 meters.

Returning to the car, Ethan glanced at Orek who was lying on the ground not far away, his neck twisted at a strange angle.

The spider tattoo has been deformed and stained red with blood, and it no longer looks ferocious.

He didn't expect him to be so stubborn and hit him out of the window without hesitation, but for him, this method was already the optimal solution, at least he could die a little more happily.

I just couldn't ask about the rabbit's whereabouts, which was a pity.

Putting the guns away, the three people got into the car quickly.

At this time, several black guys ran over from a distance. They were holding pants in one hand and a pistol in the other hand.

"Bang bang bang."

Gunfire flashed.

"Go quickly."

When Ethan found the black guy, he was already lying on the back seat and shouted to Johnny.

Johnny stepped on the accelerator to the floor, causing the tires to rub against the ground crazily for several times, and quickly fled the scene.

After returning to his residence and putting the firearm back in the closet, Ethan went directly to the bathroom to wash away the smell of gunpowder smoke.

The clothes he changed were also thrown into the basket, leaving them for Johnny to destroy in a centralized manner.

Ethan wrapped his lower body in a large bath towel, then wiped his hair with the towel and walked out of the bathroom.

A loud whistle sounded, and Johnny lay on the sofa and looked over.

Unlike the big muscular men seen in the gym, Ethan is not strong, but has obvious muscle lines and a strong sense of strength.

Moreover, the skin on his body is delicate, unlike ordinary European and American men who have thick body hair.

Ethan curled his lips and shook his head. He walked to the refrigerator and took out a beer: "Go take a shower quickly and find a place to play later."

After every gunfight, he was always uncontrollably excited and looking for a place to vent his emotions.

"No problem, I'll make arrangements tonight."

Jabber snapped his fingers and jumped up from the sofa.

This time, he solved the four people who killed Rabbit and avenged the bombing of the beauty salon. He was in a good mood.

After everyone had washed up, the convertible set off in the night breeze.

Not long after, he arrived at a strip club, and Ethan looked at the sign above, Silver Dollar Club.

Jiabo got out of the car first: "Come on, let me feel the style of New York."

Jabber and Johnny seemed to be regular customers of this club. They greeted the security staff and walked straight in.

There was an episode in the middle. Ethan was stopped and his identity document was checked. Amidst Jiabo's laughter, the security officer took his hand back in a sullen voice.

In fact, the atmosphere of strip clubs is similar, except that they have larger dance floors and more strippers and gigolos.

The space inside is also large enough, with semi-open booth areas on both sides of the dance floor.

Under the guidance of the waiter, they walked towards one of the booths.

The booth is against the wall, and the large sofa forms a concave shape, which can accommodate more than a dozen people. There are several small tables in front of the sofa, and there is a steel pipe stuck in the middle of the concave shape.

Ethan took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked inside the venue.

This is the time when business is booming, and there are dozens of customers in the club.

Most of them were concentrated on the dance floor and next to the bar. Waitresses in various sexy uniforms shuttled back and forth among the crowd, creating a scene of intoxication and wealth.

Under Jiabo's arrangement, the place in front of the sofa was quickly filled with drinks.

Immediately afterwards, three female waitresses coming from a distance attracted the attention of everyone in the room. They were escorted by security personnel and walked directly towards Ethan.

What caught everyone's attention was not their attire, but the trays in their hands.

It’s no surprise that topless women are everywhere here.

But the trays in their hands were different. Bundles of dollars were piled high on top of each other.

Even if they are all small one-yuan bills, there are still thousands or tens of thousands in one tray.

Seeing the waitress put the heavy tray on the table in front of her, Ethan picked up a stack and stuffed it into her ditch, turned to Jabber and said:

"Are you going to play that big tonight?"