My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After taking a sip of wine, Jabber put down his glass and looked at Ethan:

"Mom, if you try to tempt me like this next time, I'll ask a few strippers to dance outside your house for a day."

Ethan grinned and bumped fists with him: "As long as they are not afraid of death, I don't care."

"Where's the Bichi?"

Jabber looked around and didn't find Carly.

"She is still on duty in the restaurant. Now we need you to take the first step." Hood knocked on the table.

"Tell me about it?" Jiabo asked enthusiastically, "How many millions of dollars."

Hood said with a smile: "Just today, Ethan and I saw with our own eyes a mountain of cash placed in front of us."

"I'm curious why you two moms didn't immediately draw their guns and snatch it away."

Jabber's eyes were irritated by what Hood said. He picked up his glass and drank it: "Tell me, what is our goal?"

Candy continued to pour wine and got himself a glass. He raised his glass:

"Gentlemen, a toast to Genoa Base."

"A toast to Genoa Base." Everyone raised their glasses and drank up the wine.

After Jabber burped, he came to his senses: "Waterfa, military base?"

"That's right, Marine Corps training base."

This time it was Ethan's turn to look at Jabber with a smile on his face, his jaw-dropping look as if he could fit an egg into his mouth.

After Jia Bo calmed down for a while, he swallowed hard:

"Well, for the sake of millions of dollars, is there anything else I need to know?"

Hood shrugged: "And there are mercenaries?"

"Waterfa?"

This time Candy and Jiabo said in unison.

"Why are there still mercenaries?" Jia Bo said excitedly: "Are you mentally ill? What kind of mercenary are you?"

"The top-notch kind." Hood took a sip of wine and said:

"If I had to guess, it would be an ex-SEAL or something."

"Captain Murphy?" Ethan looked at Hood.

"If I guessed correctly, it should be." Hood nodded: "I have fought against those people before."

When Jiabo heard the name of the former Navy SEAL, he suddenly lost his composure: "You are really a bastard. Why do you always let me die with you?"

Hood smiled: "There's a lot of money in there."

Jiabo gritted his teeth: "There are heavily armed soldiers on the other side, and they are from the special forces."

Hood raised his eyebrows: "There's a lot of money in there."

"Shet."

Jiabo was speechless for a moment, picked up the wine glass, and drank silently, with a complicated expression on his face.

Now everyone is waiting for him to make a decision. After all, without him, it would be impossible to get close.

After Jiabo drank all the wine, he said in a thirsty voice:

"Fakeyu, tell me about the money again."

A smile appeared on Hood's lips: "That's a big vault, with layers of cash piled on the ground more than one meter high."

"It's not just on the ground." Ethan took over: "There are three shelves in the back, and they are also piled with money."

Not only Jiabo, but also Guangdong's eyes lit up after hearing this.

"Fuck Fuck."

Jia Bo slammed the table and gritted his teeth and said, "Give me a day to investigate the situation and study it."

After speaking, he walked out of the bar carrying his satchel.

Candy stood up: "Hey, handsome guy, you haven't paid for the drink yet?"

He responded with a raised middle finger.

Candy rubbed her palms together excitedly: "Military base, you guys are too crazy, but I like it."

With several million in cash, as long as he makes this move, he can retire where he is, and his hard work during this period will finally be in vain.

"Don't be happy yet, it's not that easy."

Ethan put down the empty wine bottle, reached into his pocket, and took out a small wad of cash.

"It's okay. If you have a direction to work hard for, you might succeed. The risk is worth taking." Candy tried hard to comfort himself. When he saw Ethan paying, he quickly waved his hand:

"No, it's mine tonight, and it's mine tomorrow night too."

Ethan smiled and shook his head, patting the money on the table: "Tonight is all mine."

"Relax, Candy, you're an important one of us too."

He understood Candy's mood at the moment and felt that he had failed to make any difference and could only try his best to please, but this was not what he wanted to see.

"Ethan is right, you are also an important person in our team."

Hood stood up and patted Candy's arm hard.

Candy grabbed the towel tightly, pursed her lips and nodded vigorously, her nose feeling sore.

Since they could only wait for Jabber to search for information, they left the bar and met again the next day.

When I drove my motorcycle back to my residence, my Dodge Challenger was already parked in front of the porch, and the lights were on inside.

Noticing the movement coming from outside, Nora opened the door and walked out.

She was only wearing tight-fitting pants and a small vest, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a gun in the other.

Nora stepped on the wooden board of the porch with her bare feet, her slender legs smooth and delicate.

"My house is equipped with surveillance cameras, didn't you notice?"

Ethan dangled his keys and walked onto the porch, swinging himself into the rocking chair.

"I still think the gun in my hand is more reliable." Norah came over, lay directly in his arms, stretched her legs and kicked up, causing the recliner to shake.

"So George is dead?"

"All I can say is he's missing."

She happened to be thirsty, so Ethan took the beer bottle in her hand, which felt cold to the touch.

"I just regret that I can't do it myself and have to deal with those old men. But now that George has disappeared, my position has been secured."

Nora adjusted her posture: "After becoming the chief, taking over the casino is a matter of course."

She said again in a cold tone: "Next is Proctor."

Ethan smiled, pushed her hair away, put the bottle in front of her, tipped the bottle, and the beer liquid dripped into a line drop by drop on Nora's collarbone.

The cold liquid stirred up goosebumps, and soon it was covered with a small nest of beer.

Ethan leaned over and drank up the wine in one gulp, causing Nora to chuckle repeatedly.

Soon, the recliner began to shake violently.

The next morning, several police cars arrived at the police station at the same time.

Ethan said hello to them refreshed and walked to the door of the police station.

Alma hadn't arrived at the police station yet. The glass door was locked, and a man with a mohawk was sitting on the steps.

Seeing them appear, Mohawk stood up quickly, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"Fakeyu."

As soon as Emmett saw the man, he reached for the baton on his duty belt.

"Calm down, Emmett."

Siobhan quickly blocked him and looked at the man: "What are you doing?"

The little mohawk is wearing a pair of shiny leather shoes, trousers, and a long-sleeved blue shirt. He is 50% or 60% as handsome as Ethan.

The reason why Emmett was so angry was because he had swastika tattoos on the corners of his eyes and neck, which were completely covered under his shirt, not to mention.

This is undoubtedly a stimulus for Emmett.

Hood stepped forward and looked him over: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Sheriff."

The little mohawk bowed his head and said seriously: "My name is Curt Bunker, and I'm here to apply for the position of police officer."

Emmett looked annoyed and gritted his teeth and said, "This bastard is just here to tease us."