My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"of course."

Alex reached into his pocket and took out a bright diamond necklace:

"I think it's too boring for you to wear just this dress. This will add more sparkle to your look."

The moment Rebecca saw the necklace, her eyes burst into light.

Alex opened the necklace with satisfaction and said with a smile: "This is my meeting gift for you, if you don't mind."

Rebecca hesitated for a moment, then pushed her hair away.

Looking at her slender neck and that white cleavage, Alex resisted the urge and helped her put on the diamond necklace.

Alex's fingers followed and slid down, feeling the wonderful touch.

Rebecca's lips touched his forehead, and Alex couldn't control it anymore and wanted to pounce on her.

"Come on, there are people out there."

Rebecca quickly blocked him. Lift your chin away from the car.

Alex looked at the bodyguards around him, coughed, and directly extended an invitation: "Would you like to sit in my office?"

"I don't want to."

Rebecca played with the necklace and refused flatly.

Just when Alex's face froze, Rebecca glared at him: "Do you want me to be together, or do you want me to die?"

Alex was puzzled: "I don't understand."

Rebecca glanced at him and said helplessly:

"You won't forget what kind of person my uncle is so soon, will you? He is in prison, but his men are all outside."

Alex thought of Proctor, and a trace of panic appeared on his face, but he quickly suppressed it:

"What do you mean?"

"Boden, are you impressed?"

Alex's eyes twitched when he heard Boden's name.

How could he not remember that every time he negotiated with Proctor, the man who looked like an old dog always stood aside and looked at him coldly.

A smile appeared on Rebecca's lips: "Let me tell you the truth, Boden has been looking for opportunities to attack you in the past two days."

Although he had expected that Proctor would find an opportunity to attack him, Alex was still a little panicked when he heard Rebecca say this:

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I believe you like me, but I also believe you are not a fool." Rebecca reached out and grabbed his thigh:

"I will give Boden to you as a gift to prove that I really intend to be with you. We will have a cooperative relationship from now on. I want 2% of the shares in the casino."

Originally, Alex just wanted to play with Rebecca, and if he liked it, he would just be happy with it.

Proctor is not dead yet, he does not believe that he can conquer Rebecca with just a few words.

But after hearing the conditions offered by Rebecca, Alex immediately became convinced. People who opened casinos only believed in profit. Most people in the world would do anything for profit.

Now he had this opportunity to pull out Proctor's sharpest teeth, and he would never let it go.

Alex narrowed his eyes: "How are you going to give Boden to me as a gift?"

"It's very simple."

Rebecca took her hand back: "Boden hasn't been able to find a chance to attack you in the past two days. I told him that you are interested in me."

"At the same time, I have made an agreement with him to ask you out later."

"Take a few people and come with me."

"You can easily kill him if you are prepared. This is my gift to you."

Alex narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect this woman to be so ruthless. She would betray her uncle just for profit.

But as long as it's something that benefits you, you might as well agree to it.

After the matter is completed, there is only one woman left, and she is not at her own mercy.

He pretended to hesitate for a moment, licked his lips and said, "Two percent?"

"That's right."

"Okay, deal."

The palms of the two people clasped together heavily.

Under Alex's arrangement, two of his personal bodyguards got into the trunk, and two more people hid in the back seat of the car.

He also carried a gun and put on a body armor.

He did not dare to underestimate Boden's fighting power.

Before leaving, Alex looked at Rebecca: "Isn't this a trap?"

Rebecca reached out and patted the thin skirt on her body, and sighed: "You are sitting next to me, do I need to joke with you with my life?"

Alex sneered, put the pistol between his legs, and then felt relieved.

Rebecca started the car, and outsiders looked into the car as if they were a couple going on a date.

The car drove slowly to a branch road on the outskirts of the town. Alex looked outside the car. It was dark and windy, and it was the night of the murder.

Thinking that tonight he could personally kill the man who always helped Proctor to intimidate him, he was so excited that his palms became sweaty, and he quickly released the hand holding the gun and wiped it on his pants.

Looking at an old bridge in front of her, Rebecca looked straight ahead: "Boden is waiting on the small house on the other side of the bridge."

"I made an agreement with him to go on a date with you on the bridge."

"When the time comes, he will take the opportunity to come over and get rid of you, but don't worry, after we park the car, we will get out of the car and walk to the bridge to lure him over. Your men will just wait for him in the car."

Alex looked at the abandoned wooden house on the other side of the bridge. It was dark, like the gaping mouth of a beast.

He quickly refused: "We won't get out of the car, just pretend to be intimate in the car."

"Okay, you have the final say."

Rebecca drove forward at a steady speed. When she was still dozens of meters away from the old bridge, something unexpected happened.

"Dang, bang bang."

Several dark objects flew from the roadside onto the hood of the car, making a loud crash.

"Bang."

Several dazzling white lights flashed, accompanied by loud noises.

Alex was looking nervously across the bridge, his eyes dizzy from the sudden bright light, and he was directly blind.

"Fakeyu, Bichi."

He roared angrily, closed his eyes and reached out to grab it, but found nothing.

When a few fingers passed through the air, Alex's heart also fell into the abyss.

The next moment, four or five people emerged from behind the big tree on the roadside, all holding AK74 rifles in their hands.

Boden saw that Rebecca, who was wearing a white dress, had jumped out of the car as planned, and took the lead in pulling the trigger on the vehicle that was still moving forward.

嘡嘡嘡.

The AK in his hand spurted out tongues of fire.

The gunshot sounded like an order, and several other people immediately opened fire on the Mercedes-Benz on the road.

Several tongues of flames quickly licked the car all over, the tires were blown out, the glass was shattered, and the body was full of bullet holes.

The car drove forward for a distance and then bumped into the roadside before stopping.

Boden replaced the magazine, pulled the gun bolt with his backhand, and walked out of the roadside holding the AK with one hand.

Rebecca was not far away from him, lying on the ground like a wounded deer, her hands and feet were bruised and bloody.

Rebecca shook her head hard when she heard footsteps approaching.

After a while, she finally recovered from her dizziness.