My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Rebecca shook her fingers and the cigarette fell to the ground.

She looked at the machete on her neck in horror. It was stained with blood, as if it would cut into her neck at the next moment.

The machete was quickly released, but the hand pressing his forehead became harder.

Immediately afterwards, a voice like muffled thunder sounded:

"Look at me, white chick."

Rebecca looked up, and behind the thick arms was a tall Indian, with both sides of his head shaved and covered with tattoos.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

Rebecca asked, trembling and horrified.

The ferocious power of the beating just now has disappeared without a trace.

"My name is Cheton, Cheton Littlestone."

The Indian looked at the white girl in front of him with disdain. Her slender neck seemed like it could be broken with just a single effort.

The visitor was Cheton, who returned to Banshee Town from New Orleans. After he returned to the tribe, he easily regained the Red Bones Gang.

After finishing the gang's affairs, the first thing he did was to come and declare war on Proctor.

Cheton let go of his big hand, and then pinched Rebecca's neck.

Feeling the pumping blood, Cheton also became excited, but he had no interest in doing anything to a little girl:

"I know you are Proctor's niece."

Cheton leaned into Rebecca's ear and said in a deep voice: "Tell Proctor that Alex's death will not be in vain, and he will pay the price."

After issuing a declaration of war, Cheton quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Rebecca's legs gave way and she fell to the ground.

For a moment just now, she felt that she was dead. In front of this Cheton, she seemed to be a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

After breathing heavily for a while, she wiped the tears from her face and took out her phone with trembling hands.

Ten minutes later, Proctor's Rolls-Royce stopped hurriedly at the door of the club. When he walked into the office, Rebecca sat on the sofa with her eyes blank.

Seeing Proctor appear, she quickly ran over and threw herself into his arms.

Rebecca had not recovered from the shock, and her body was still shaking a little. Proctor patted her back, then grabbed Rebecca's arms and asked:

"What exactly happened?"

"I went to the back door to rest, and the man suddenly appeared with a machete on my neck." Rebecca thought of Cheton and said through gritted teeth:

"That man said his name was Cheton and he came here for Alex and asked you to wait for his revenge."

Proctor narrowed his eyes. He was no stranger to Cheton. The few people nearby who dared to contend with him had heard that he had fled to other places.

Unexpectedly, he returned to Banshee Town because of Alex's matter.

Rebecca asked worriedly: "What should we do?"

"Don't worry, I know this person." Proctor walked over to the filing cabinet and said with a sneer: "He was not my opponent before, and he will not be my opponent in the future."

"But your safety does need to be taken care of."

Proctor opened the safe inside and took out a small pistol: "This is a Glock 43. I bought it for you for self-defense. I forgot to give it to you."

"Thanks."

Rebecca took the pistol and looked it over in her hand. The pocket-sized pistol fit just right in her hand. She took out the magazine, which contained six rounds of 9mm bullets.

Proctor had trained her in the use of a pistol, and Rebecca checked it, holding it tightly.

With a gun in hand, at least you have a certain ability to resist.

"You like to wear skirts, wear this." Proctor took out a quick-draw gun holster from the safe and handed it to her.

This thing can be tied directly to the thigh to enhance concealment.

Rebecca had a pistol, which made her feel much safer. She kissed Proctor on the cheek, and her panic quickly subsided.

She stuffed her pistol into her holster and asked puzzledly:

"Why are those Indians so quick to suspect us?"

Proctor sat back at his desk and let out a breath: "Of course they will suspect me. These people are not police officers, and the evidence is not important to them."

"Don't worry, I will take care of Cheton as soon as possible after settling the matter in Philadelphia."

He put his feet on the table and said solemnly:

“Boden is preparing to resume production, and the most important thing for us now is to get the channels back.

In the next two days, Ethan and Nola, led by Thompson, made frequent attacks.

Either use it to your advantage, or use it with a gun.

Most of the committee members who originally supported the Langcide family were quickly brought back. Although a considerable force has been formed, the votes are not enough.

At the same time, George discovered Nora's actions, and he also stepped up his efforts to win votes.

"careful."

When Ethan was thinking about what to do next, Hood shouted from the side.

Two big wild boars and a few piglets suddenly sprang out from the roadside. He quickly swung the steering wheel to avoid this group of rampaging guys.

Hood looked at the record book in his hand, shook his head and said:

"The number of wild boars has increased recently, and several farmers have come to the police station and are willing to pay us to help eliminate these scourges."

Ethan put away his energy and looked aside:

"You're looking more and more like a police sergeant now. Do you really plan to keep doing this job?"

"Now that I have this salary, of course I have to do this job well." Hood grinned and scratched his head:

"I don't know either. Tifa found me yesterday."

Tifa is the daughter of Hood and Carly. She is now fifteen or sixteen years old and a rebellious young girl.

Ethan held the steering wheel with one hand and yawned:

"She knows?"

"That's right."

Hood rubbed his head and said with a headache: "I don't know who told Gordon or Carly. Now that she already knows, I can't just leave like this."

When Tifa came to the door, Hood was also shocked.

It was one thing to know that he had a daughter, but it was another thing for Tifa to go to the police station and call her daddy.

At that time, Hood was at a loss and didn't know how to deal with Tifa.

Ethan patted the steering wheel: "Last time you said that FBI agent Racine already knew your identity?"

"Yes, he met me during the diamond case back then, but I didn't meet him."

Thinking of Racine, Hood curled his lips: "When Carly was released from prison, he found us and revealed my identity, but he died soon after."

"I understand what you mean, but I guess dead people can't talk."

"So there is no risk of my identity being leaked for the time being, and I can still stay here with Tifa for a while."

Ethan shrugged and said nonchalantly:

"As long as you think it's okay."

At this moment, the radio that had been silent for a long time also rang:

"Sergeant, we received a report of a shootout on Route 15 in Poundfield."