My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Recalling the photo Thompson sent to him, he was sure it was George.

Ethan didn't act in a hurry, since it was still early for Davis Bar to close anyway. He squatted quietly on the wall, hiding behind the leaves.

Ten minutes later, there was indeed something different.

The two people guarding the front yard yelled into the room, and after a while, a man walked out of the house with several bottles of beer.

Ethan showed a smile. The man who brought out the beer was the handsome boy who was supported by an Indian girl when he entered the Redbone Gang camp last time.

Although he had only met once, he had a good memory and still had an impression.

Now it seems that George and the Red Bone Gang have indeed come together, and this trip tonight is the right one.

But it's normal, and it was Proctor who reminded them that no matter how rich you are, if you don't have a gun, you are still at the mercy of others.

So now not only Thompson, but George has also armed himself.

After Ethan waited for a few minutes, he saw George getting up from the jacuzzi and walking towards the house. He didn't want to wait any longer.

He grabbed the wall of the courtyard and after a soft sound, he fell to the ground.

Following the route he had observed in advance, he bent down and quickly walked to the small door on the side of the house, carefully but also with a touch of ease.

After all, the skilled man is bold. If he wasn't afraid of making too much noise, he could just go in through the front door.

Holding the door handle, he twisted it downwards, opened a crack, and looked inside. He opened the door and quickly walked in, not forgetting to close the side door.

In the living room, the guy who just took out the beer was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

From a nearby position, there was a burst of excited voices:

"Your man is injured and needs medical bills, and Thompson has a gun?"

"Even if he brings a tank, you have to get rid of him before tomorrow, otherwise I won't give you another penny."

"Click."

The sound of hanging up the phone rang, followed by a burst of words that only meant spending money and waste.

"Thompson?"

Ethan blinked, maybe everyone thought of going together.

He shook his head and walked toward the kitchen.

George stood next to the sink, still mumbling, chopping in his hands, and there was a smell of lemon. There was a bottle of tequila next to him.

George turned on the blender and there was a loud noise.

Ethan stood up slowly and quietly pulled out a sharp table knife from the knife holder on the side.

By the time George noticed someone standing behind him through the light of the tiles, his chin was already pressed against the sharp tip of the knife, and the slight sting caused sweat to quickly break out on his forehead.

"Shh, be quiet."

"Who sent you here..."

Ethan covered his mouth, quickly moved the knife down to his heart, swung the blade horizontally, and stabbed in hard.

"puff."

Under the influence of the force, his heart was easily pierced. George still wanted to struggle, but was held tightly by Ethan and soon lost his strength.

Everyone told him to be quiet, but this man was disobedient, so he had no choice but to take action directly.

A few seconds later, George was put down to the ground by Ethan, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

At this time, the mixer is still stirring.

On the sofa in the living room, the guy watching TV was laughing.

He reached for his lower back, pulled out the Beretta M9 with a silencer, turned around and walked towards the living room.

"puff."

His smile froze and he fell down on the sofa.

The sound of the gunshot was perfectly suppressed by the noise inside the house, and Ethan pushed open the door in a swaggering manner.

The two people standing guard in the front yard were still discussing how much fun the girls had last night.

"Puff."

After two gunshots, the wine bottles in their hands fell from their hands, and Gulu Gulu rolled forward.

To put it bluntly, these people are just gangsters.

I don’t know how serious George is. Letting these people protect his safety is not just a matter of having an AK.

Ethan shook his head and went back to the house to check again to make sure there was no one else.

Not knowing if there were hidden cameras inside like his own, he quickly moved several corpses out of the house and threw them into the space.

In order not to cause more trouble to Nora, the only option was to let them disappear.

Soon we returned to where the motorcycle was parked and drove quickly until we found a small lake.

Ethan threw the four people out of the space, quickly tied them with stones and threw them into the water.

Seeing that the water had returned to calm, he took out his phone.

The phone has been set to do not disturb mode, and sure enough, there are several missed calls on it.

He took off his gloves, called back, and was quickly connected.

"What's the matter?"

Nola's urgent voice sounded: "Thompson was attacked on the way to the party just now, but he is fine and only slightly injured."

"It's okay."

Ethan grinned. Unexpectedly, everyone actually thought of going together, just to see who could be more ruthless.

No one answered the call just now, so Noila asked nervously:

"What's going on over there?"

"Everything is going well. I'm blowing in the wind by the lake." Ethan looked at the sporadic bubbles on the water.

Noila’s tone became happy: “Is that what I meant?”

"I guess that's right."

Ethan turned back and walked towards the motorcycle: "Tell Thompson to be careful these two days. If necessary, you can call me. The matter has been settled."

"Okay, I'll contact him right away."

After hanging up the phone, Ethan looked back at the calm water, got on his motorcycle and left quickly.

Soon, we arrived at Davis Bar.

It was almost closing at this time, and there were not many customers in the bar. Candy saw Ethan walking into the bar and nodded to him quickly.

It could be seen from the look on his face that Hood had already told him about the matter.

"Just give me the bottle."

Before Candy could pour the wine, Ethan grabbed the wine bottle in his hand and pulled out the stainless steel spout.

Hood sniffed several times and glanced at him:

"What did you do just now?"

"Practice the gun."

Ethan put down the bottle, lit a cigarette, and said nonchalantly.

Hood smelled a trace of blood on his body, shrugged and said nothing more.

The final bell had already been rang by the candies, and the last drinker had already left. When half the bottle of whiskey was about to reach the bottom, Jabber finally pushed open the bar door.

His injuries have healed, he has a yellow haircut again and is wearing denim suspenders.

"Good evening, bitches."

"Who are you calling?" Candy greeted Jiabo with a smile after not seeing him for a long time.

"Since you are the only one here to answer me, then it can only be the two of them." Jiabo threw his bag on the bar and sat down in front of the high stool.

Candy quickly picked up the wine glass and poured it for him slowly: "I'm very sorry about what happened last time. I didn't know."

"Don't be like this, I know you will definitely stand up." Jia Bo waved his hand and picked up the wine glass:

"But it's okay if you don't come, it will save them a few bitches and save one more person."