My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Proctor nodded, as long as he could go out, many things would be easier to handle.

He said to Jackson: "Do your job, and whatever you need, just ask."

"Ok, no problem."

Jackson packed his things, knowing that Rebecca and Proctor still had something to say, so he walked out of the room alone.

Rebecca took out the financial statement from her satchel and handed it over.

Proctor turned it over a few times and threw it aside impatiently.

After the lawyer left, he no longer concealed the expression on his face. He thought illegal possession of guns was not a big problem. The big deal was paying a huge fine, which was a trivial matter to him.

But when Alex jumped out to rebel, he was indeed unexpected and it would also cause him great trouble.

Rebecca asked in a low voice: "Are you worried about Alex?"

"Either it doesn't rain, and it starts pouring down immediately." Proctor showed a hint of tiredness in his eyes: "I underestimated Alex, he picked a good time."

Rebecca put her hand on her neck and pulled: "Can you ask Boden to do something?"

"Since Alex dares to say these things to you, he must be prepared. I'm afraid Boden won't even have a chance to get close."

Proctor shook his head and tapped his fingers on the table: "You go back first and let Boden try it. If we can't find a chance, we will find a way."

Rebecca had never seen Proctor look so decadent, gritted her teeth, got up and left.

In the evening, after Ethan got off work, he came to Davis Bar.

After a few glasses of whiskey, he glanced around: "Didn't Jabber come over tonight?"

Candy wiped the cup on his hand with a towel: "He went back to New York yesterday and said it was urgent."

According to Hood, Jaber had been searching for the whereabouts of the rabbit these days. He had something urgent to do. Ethan took out his cell phone and called Jaber, but no one answered.

Ethan put down his phone and asked worriedly:

"Did he tell you what happened?"

"You know him." Candy shrugged and put the cleaned cup aside.

Ethan smiled hoarsely. Yes, these two people disliked each other as soon as they met. It is estimated that Jabo would not communicate with Candy if anything happened.

"How are you and Carly doing?" Candy picked up another cup and asked Ethan.

"not so good."

"Please, don't do this, we need you."

Candy stopped what she was doing, pulled up a chair and sat down: "She did it for her children, and she also apologized to us."

In previous operations, Ethan always acted as a commando.

Whether it was the time he rescued Hood or the action of blowing up Proctor's den, his powerful combat power left a deep impression on Candy.

If he really quits the team, his combat power will immediately drop significantly.

Ethan raised the corners of his mouth, picked up the glass and took a sip of whiskey: "Without us, I only heard her saying sorry to you."

"She did something wrong. My request was very simple. She only needed to sincerely say sorry, but she failed to do so."

Candy took off his hat and scratched his gray hair:

"I heard from Jabber that you threw Carly hard."

"This is what happens if you don't inform your companion. She should be grateful that I didn't kick her in the face, instead of being resentful."

Candy didn't know what to say for a moment, so she had to pick up the towel again.

Talking about the last incident, the one who had the most objection was actually the candy. If it was mixed with private work, he would actually suffer the most. After all, he could only do support work.

Because of this, he couldn't turn against him as hard as Ethan. The money he paid for the car robbery last time was enough to live on for several years.

After talking about these things, Ethan was not in the mood to continue drinking, and quickly paid and left.

Ethan was lying on the sofa in his underwear, drinking beer happily. On the TV, a fight was going on.

Just as he was enjoying the pleasant time alone, a beeping sound came.

Ethan sat up and looked at the monitor hanging aside. A blue pickup truck was parked outside the gate, and Hood was waving at the monitor.

It was so late at night and I didn't even make a call. Why did he come over here?

Ethan pressed the switch in confusion and walked out to the porch with his beer.

Soon, Hood's car drove in quickly. He didn't even get out of the car and hurriedly shouted to Ethan:

"Come on, we found where the rabbit is hiding."

Ethan did not move immediately as Hood thought. Instead, he raised the beer bottle and took a sip, standing still.

Now public affairs are public affairs and private affairs are private affairs.

Carly made him very unhappy last time, so there was no need to fight for her, and Rabbit was not easy to mess with either.

Seeing Ethan just drinking beer silently, Hood immediately understood what he meant.

But there are not many people who can help him now. Hood said helplessly:

"Jiabo was injured. It was the rabbit he found."

"While he was escaping, he was hit by a car. Now he is in NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital and may be in danger at any time. We must find him before Rabbit's people do and rescue him."

"Please, this isn't for Carly, it's for Jabber."

Ethan sighed and said why he couldn't contact Jiabo. He put down the bottle and walked towards the house:

"Give me a minute."

Ethan walked back to the bedroom and quickly dressed up. The gun reported at the police station could not be used, so he took the black gun Jia Boyun had given him before.

He took out the silver sand eagle from the space and stuffed it into the holster under his arm.

The Uzi submachine gun belt was hung on his shoulder, and he put on a large baseball uniform to cover it up perfectly.

I randomly took two magazines and put them on my body to show off, and the rest were in the space.

He put on a pair of flat black-rimmed glasses, picked up a peaked cap, and quickly walked outside the house.

Hood was smoking anxiously in the cab. When he saw the lights in the room turned off, he quickly threw away the cigarette butt.

Soon, Ethan came out of the house.

When he opened the car door, Hood was stunned by his appearance.

Ethan noticed his gaze, casually threw his peaked cap on the center console, and lifted up his jacket.

Inside there is a huge silver Desert Eagle on the left, and a submachine gun hanging on the right, looking murderous.

Hood awkwardly looked at the M1911 he had put aside, and let out a breath. This time he came to find Ethan in the right place.

Seeing the direction of the car, Ethan couldn't help but ask:

"Where are we going?"

"candy."

"Walter?"

Ethan shook his head quickly: "You have to be quick to save people, are you sure?"

Hood thought about it. He glanced at Ethan, turned the steering wheel and drove in the other direction.

Ethan didn't speak this time. It was natural for Hood to deal with Rabbit and find Carly.

The blue pickup truck soon stopped in front of the Valley Motel. Hood got out and ran up to the second floor. After a while, a man came down.

The car started up again and quickly arrived at the residence of Mayor Gordon.

Hood had a cold face all the way. After stopping the car, he walked over quickly and knocked on the door.

Ethan didn't get out of the car and lit a cigarette.

I have an inexplicable premonition that something good will start later.