My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hood put his cell phone away and started the vehicle.

Despite being very interested in the money inside, nothing could be done until Job arrived.

Ethan flicked off his cigarette butt: "I don't think Colonel Stowe told the truth just now."

Hood had a new goal and his mind was extremely clear: "Of course he didn't tell the truth. He brought up so many departments just to make us feel troublesome and stop caring about his affairs."

"What good will that do to him?" Ethan was puzzled.

"There are no advantages and no disadvantages." Hood said with disdain in his eyes:

"Do you believe that this matter will be suppressed by him, nothing will happen, and no department will investigate."

"As for why, I think you should understand."

Ethan smiled and shook his head, he didn't want to understand these nonsense.

In the evening, inside a villa in the Chino tribe's settlement.

An Indian man with a big nose in his fifties sat on a large leather sofa. Even though he was indoors, he still wore a felt hat on his head.

He bit the pipe in his hand and looked across, his eyes extremely sharp.

A ring set with a sapphire was worn on her hand, tapping gently on the armrest of the sofa.

Sitting opposite him was Cheton Littlestone. Behind Cheton stood several men, all with guns in their hands.

The man in the felt hat was none other than George Hunter.

He had previously failed to remove Alex from power because of Proctor's coercion.

After learning from the pain, he felt that it was because he did not master the force that he was easily manipulated by Proctor.

So George met the most powerful Red Bone Gang in the tribe. One side had money and the other side had people, and they hit it off immediately.

Originally, George had almost gathered the Red Bone Gang, but he didn't expect that Cheton suddenly appeared. Under his strong influence, the people of the Red Bone Gang quickly moved closer to Cheton.

The relationship between the two parties has changed from a subsidiary relationship to a cooperative relationship.

Today's arms robbery was the information provided by Hunter to the Redbone Gang. I originally thought that they just knocked over the military truck, robbed the items and left.

Unexpectedly, Cheton was bold enough to kill the three Marines directly. When he heard the news, Hunter smashed some of his favorite china.

To him, Cheton was a savage.

George took a few puffs of cigarette and said dissatisfied:

"Why do you want to kill those white soldiers? It will cause us a lot of trouble."

Cheton looked at this old-fashioned guy with disdain: "George, it doesn't matter how I do things, as long as the purpose can be achieved."

George chewed his cigarette holder until it rattled, and waved his hand helplessly:

"Forget it, be careful during this time. If any federal department comes to visit, I will notify you in advance."

"In addition, now that Nola and Thompson are pressing harder and harder, we do not rule out the possibility that they can get enough votes. If you want to enter the committee, do it quickly."

Cheton shook his head: "I will not do anything to Nora."

"When I get back, I will arrange for someone to warn Thompson and take off one of his hands. I believe he will succumb."

George then thought about it. Without the Thompson connection, Nora, a rich young lady, would not be able to achieve anything, and then nodded:

"Okay, hurry up."

"Besides, their movements in the past two days have been quite big. Please arrange for a few people to be here with me."

"no problem."

Cheton waved, and three people holding AK47s stood up behind him:

"With them here, you can rest assured."

George knocked on his pipe with satisfaction. Now he needs support and support, and he needs people. The position of chief belongs to him.

Cheton looked at the luxurious furnishings in the house, with a hint of hatred in his eyes, and stood up to leave.

"I can't figure it out."

After Tommy got in the car, he said to Cheton: "Why should we cooperate with this old guy? He was very arrogant when you were not around."

Cheton rubbed Tommy Littlestone's head and turned the key:

"While he is using us, I am also using him."

"As long as we successfully enter the upper echelons of the tribe, we can easily deal with these old guys with our current strength. Before that, we need to understand the operation of the tribe, especially the casino."

"As long as we control the casino, we can control everything."

"Where's Nora?" Tommy said with a smile on his lips, "I didn't expect you to still miss her so much."

Cheton glared at him, stepped on the accelerator, and said silently: "The most beautiful woman in the tribe belongs to the strongest warrior."

"When I become the chief, she will be the chief's wife."

As night fell, a motorcycle was driving fast on the road.

The person driving the motorcycle was none other than Ethan.

What happened today gave him a sense of crisis. The Red Bone Gang had stolen so many guns that he had to suspect that George Hunter was responsible.

After communicating with Nora in the afternoon, he decided to strike first and nip the danger in the cradle.

Nora was having dinner with Thompson and several other tribal committee members to create an alibi.

After negotiating with Thompson before, he has never come forward. When he needs to take action, he always acts in secret, and it is the same this time.

It didn't take long before he arrived at the place Thompson told him.

Turn off the lights from afar, and the motorcycle glides in the darkness like a ghost.

The real settlement is vast and sparsely populated, and the infrastructure is worse than outside. There are no street lights on the outskirts of the town, let alone in the settlement.

Rich people like to find a quiet place to live by themselves, which makes it easier for Ethan to do it.

Looking at the brightly lit houses in the distance, Ethan pushed the motorcycle into the woods on the roadside and parked it behind a bush.

He took off his helmet, put on the black hood with cold eyes, and walked forward.

After walking a hundred or two hundred meters and looking at the villa next to him, he squatted behind the bushes and installed the muffler on the Beretta M9 in his hand.

I don’t know how many people are inside, so I can only take one step at a time.

Walk along the tall wall to the back of the villa.

Looking at the three- to four-meter-high red brick wall and the ten-meter-high tree next to it, Ethan shook his head.

The thick branches have penetrated deep into the wall. They may provide shade and sun protection during the day, making the scenery picturesque, but their effect on safety protection is almost zero.

It was easy to climb up the big tree and walk along the thick branches to the wall.

Ethan squatted on the wall and watched what was going on inside the house.

A small three-story villa with a lawn in front and a swimming pool behind it is like heaven and earth compared to the ordinary aborigines who live in trailers and board houses.

In the front yard, there were two armed guards.

But the quality of the guards is worrying. Sitting on two recliners facing the front door, AK rifle aside, beer in hand.

Looking behind, an Indian man with a big nose was soaking in the outdoor jacuzzi in the backyard.