My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The next morning, looking at Nora lying next to him, Ethan rolled over and got up.

First he did a hundred push-ups, and then went out for a half-hour run. When he returned to his residence dripping with sweat, Nora was still sleeping soundly.

For her, there seems to be no concept of getting up early, and it depends on what time she sleeps.

Since Nora was away for a long time and had no place to stay in Banshee Town, and she was unwilling to live with Alex's widow, Ethan simply asked her to live with him for a while.

It was safer for her to live here than in a motel, and she could still practice shooting.

As for what to do next, after discussion, the two decided to find an entry point first and take over Alex's original team.

There are a few nails in the broken ship, and Alex still has a few cronies in the tribal council.

As for who it is, Nora needs to communicate with Alex’s wife to see if his wife can provide some clues. After all, Nora never pays attention to these things.

After Ethan replenished some water, he got into the bathroom.

In Proctor's villa, a knock on the door broke the early morning silence.

The person lying on the bed opened his eyes, yawned, and pushed away the arm on his body.

Proctor put on his dressing gown and opened the door.

Boden adjusted his glasses, the knuckles on his hands were broken.

Ignoring the naked women lying on the bed, he said to Proctor: "Sir, he is ready to talk about that man."

Boden had not slept all night, but his face showed no signs of fatigue, and there was still a bit of excitement in his eyes.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, just wait for me for a few minutes."

Not long after, Proctor walked out of the bedroom fully dressed.

The two of them walked toward the basement together, and when they came to the secret room, Boden slowly pushed aside the wine rack and opened the secret door.

Since the last incident, he has not stored a large amount of arms at home. Except for a chair and a table in the middle, the secret room is empty.

Sitting on the chair was a middle-aged man wearing a work coat. The man's face was bloody and bloody, and one of his eyes was swollen. The other still intact eye blinked crazily when he saw Proctor appear.

"I guess you're ready to talk to me, right."

While Proctor spoke, he motioned to Boden to untie the several loops of tape wrapped around the man's mouth: "It seems that you have experienced a wonderful night together."

Boden smiled and tore off the tape from his mouth.

The man in the overalls coat kept twitching his mouth and had tears in his eyes.

Seeing such a tough guy being made like this by Boden, Proctor shook his head: "I'm sorry, Boden's behavior has always been like this. I've told him so many times."

"But don't worry, people's recovery ability is very strong, and these wounds will heal, as long as you make sure you can survive until that time."

Seeing the man in the work coat nodding slowly, Proctor tapped the back of his hand with satisfaction:

"Has Jim Cage been supplying goods to Philadelphia during this time?"

The man in the overalls replied weakly: "That's right."

"And his price is lower than yours, and his supply is sufficient." The man in the work coat spit out a tooth from his mouth and said vaguely:

"Not just Fraqil, but also all your original channels, all of which were accepted by him."

Proctor gritted his teeth and a smile appeared on his face:

"Thanks."

He winked at Boden and turned to leave the basement.

"Wait a minute, I've told you everything." The man in the overalls jacket felt the murderous intent behind him and struggled wildly: "You psychotic and lunatic, stay away from me."

Boden took off his glasses, picked up a wire rope with handles on both ends from the table next to him, and stepped forward.

After a while, the basement became completely quiet.

On the balcony, Proctor sat in a chair, looking at the Wing Chun wooden dummy beside him, not interested in practicing.

For him, now is the time to face the consequences.

Although he successfully escaped the charges this time, not only did he completely cut off any hope of further cannibalizing the Chino Moon Casino, but even the original income from the slot machines was directly reduced to zero.

This was the reason why he had been reluctant to take action against Alex before. It directly cut off a large amount of legal income, and the original channel for money laundering was gone.

Including the independence-making factory was bombed, and a series of things happened later, which resulted in the delay in resuming production.

Frazier is Philadelphia's largest black gang leader and his largest distributor, and has been snatched away by rival Jim Cage.

Now even the foundation of his own footing is threatened, and he must get things back on track as soon as possible.

Not long after, footsteps sounded.

Proctor raised his head and said to Boden: "You contact Jim Cage and say that I want to meet him."

Boden nodded and picked up the phone.

Ethan parked the police car and walked into Miles' restaurant.

During the morning rush hour, most seats inside were occupied.

Siobhan and Hood were sitting on the high stools in front of the dining table. Ethan walked over and sat down between them.

On top were the pancakes and fruit platter that Siobhan had ordered for him. He had been exercising for so long and was already hungry. He picked up his fork and put a piece of apple into his mouth.

"Hey Carly, it's you, how are you and how are the kids?"

Ethan chewed the apple and turned to look behind him.

Carly was wearing an apron and was putting several portions of food on the plate on the table. She was slightly embarrassed when facing the housewife she had met at the book club.

"Everything is fine, thank you for your concern." Carly smiled and turned away in a hurry.

Next came the whispers of the housewives on the table, and words such as cheating, jailing, and divorce could be vaguely heard.

Ethan turned around and continued to pick up a piece of mango and put it in his mouth.

Siobhan also noticed the movement behind her. After she took a bite of the sandwich, she whispered: "I admire her very much. Everything she is going through now must be very difficult."

Hood was eating Mexican-style tortillas quietly, and Ethan cut into the crispy pancakes and smiled at Siobhan:

"Everyone must bear the consequences of their choices."

After they returned from New York, Gordon still couldn't stand a wife who abandoned her husband and son and went to New York to kill people. He and Carly also officially separated and started divorce proceedings.

Most of Carly's money has been used to treat her son Max's illness, and now she can only continue to work as a waiter at Miles' restaurant.

Hood also completely parted ways with Carly emotionally and did not want to get involved anymore.

After breakfast, the three of them walked out of the restaurant together.

A Rolls-Royce slowly stopped beside it, and Proctor, Rebecca and Boden got out of the car.

They stopped and the two groups stood facing each other.