My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Seeing Emmett's excited look, Curt Bunker handed the document in his hand to Hood:

"I understand that my appearance can be misleading, but I assure you that I severed my ties with fraternity activities a long time ago."

The corner of Ethan's mouth twitched. The fraternity that Bunker mentioned was completely different from the fraternity at the state university last time.

This Bunker brotherhood belongs to those extremist organizations.

Hood took the document in his hand and read it.

Bunker folded his hands and put them in front of him: "Please believe me, it's just going to take some time to remove the tattoos on my body."

"Dade County Police Department, just near Florida." Hood looked at the recommendation letter in his hand and shrugged:

"Have you worn the uniform before?"

"That's right, Sheriff." Bunker nodded: "I was born in Banshee Town. At that time, I felt that I wanted to stay away from my previous life circle."

Emmett looked at him warily: "Then why do you want to come back now?"

Since the last time Meg was attacked by these new Klansmen, Emmett has become even more disgusted with these people.

"It's time to go home, officer."

Bunker spoke in a leisurely tone. He looked at Emmett and said, "Officer, I understand your concerns. Please believe me. I am no longer the same person as before."

"Really? I doubt it."

Emmett crossed his arms and looked critically at the white man with swastika tattoos in front of him.

"What do your former accomplices think?" Hood folded the recommendation letter:

"What about your return?"

Even if Bunker was telling the truth, as a breakaway, he would be vulnerable to retaliation in Banshee Town.

Bunker pursed his lips and replied seriously:

"I don't care what those people think."

"I'm sorry, Bunker." Hood handed the recommendation letter back: "The position is now full."

This result was as expected by Bunker. When he was interviewing for his first police job, he also encountered many difficulties, but he did not intend to give up.

"You can keep it." Bunker showed a smile: "I'm sorry to bother you."

He nodded to Emmett again and turned to leave.

"I thought I had seen enough things." Emmett muttered, taking out the key and opening the police station door.

Ethan patted his broad shoulder: "Don't take it to heart, how is Meg doing now?"

As long as Meg is mentioned to this big man, his mood will immediately stabilize. Emmett is smiling: "As healthy as before, the due date will be here soon."

"Very good, I will give the child a big red envelope when the time comes."

"Red envelope?"

Emmett stopped, and Siobhan and Hood looked over in confusion.

"I mean the gift."

Ethan accidentally said something stupid and explained with a smile: "I will give him a big gift."

"Thanks."

Emmett smiled and put the incident behind him.

The Proctor Slaughterhouse was originally an extremely busy morning, but now it was quiet.

All workers have received notice to take a half-day break today.

In one of the workshops, Proctor stood quietly next to a stainless steel workstation while Rebecca leaned against the edge in her favorite white Chanel dress.

After a while, dense footsteps sounded.

Boden walked into the workshop with three Irish people. The one in front was a bald middle-aged man wearing a black jacket and walking with a heavy wind.

Proctor greeted him with a smile:

"Long time no see, Mr. Cage."

"Mr. Proctor." The middle-aged man in a black jacket stepped forward, smiled and shook Proctor's hand:

"How are you doing, Kai."

"It's pretty good. Thank you for coming."

"Old friends meet up, how can I not come?"

The man in front of him is Jim Cage, Proctor's competitor. Now all his sales channels are taken away by Cage at a low price.

Despite the smiling faces of the two of them, Proctor wanted to stab him.

For this meeting, Proctor relied on many connections and spent a lot of money to get Jim Cage to come to negotiate.

After all, they both belong to the same big boss, so he can't really do anything to Jim Cage.

This is why everyone is a competitor, but Cage dared to accept the invitation.

Just as the two of them were saying hello, in addition to a guard, there was also a young man wearing a khaki jacket who walked in with them.

As soon as this man walked into the workshop, he set his sights on Rebecca, his eyes were quite unceremonious, and he glanced up and down her body.

Rebecca felt angry for a moment, and the other person's eyes seemed to be stripping her naked.

Cage let go of his hand. He also noticed Rebecca and asked Proctor curiously:

"Wow, this is my first time meeting you. Who is this beautiful girl?"

Proctor raised his hand and introduced: "This is Rebecca Bowman, my niece. I asked her to come here to familiarize herself with the family business."

The khaki jacket looked at Proctor with a sneer on his face, and whispered to the guard beside him:

"Can you believe what you're seeing? Proctor let this high school chick get involved in this, and he really has no one left."

Although the voice was small, he controlled it very well, and the volume was just within the range that several people around him could hear.

Rebecca's face suddenly turned cold, and she stared at the man in the jacket fiercely.

"Martin, shut your mouth and be respectful."

Cage felt secretly happy. He pretended to scold the young man named Martin, and then turned around.

"The big boss said you wanted to see me. I'm here now. What do you want to discuss?"

On this occasion, there would not be any nonsense. If the man next to him made such provocative words, if it were not for Cage's instruction, he would take off his head and kick it away.

Proctor's face looked gloomy for a while, but he quickly adjusted:

"Old friend, I invite you here this time to reiterate our agreement."

"What agreement?" Cage asked knowingly.

Proctor lowered his face: "I won't touch Ohio, and you can't touch Pennsylvania. This is an agreement between us, and I hope you can respect it."

"You didn't supply, so they found me." Cage shrugged:

"Business is business."

"I have a small situation here. The market is as big as Philadelphia. I understand the temptation. You saw an opportunity and decided to take action. I can understand this."

Proctor stared at Cage and continued: "But my production is now on track, and I hope to restore the previous order."

"Fakeyo, Proctor, you messed up and you want to take it back with just one sentence?"

Martin stood up immediately. According to the advance discussion, he was the one responsible for being the bad guy.

Even if Proctor takes the market back, it will cost him a lot.

Proctor understood that what he meant was that he wanted to make compensation himself, and he was already prepared for this.

The scolding should be harsh, so I can only endure it.

Now a big fight will break your muscles and bones, and the big boss behind you will not be happy either.

It's just that Rebecca doesn't understand these twists and turns at all.

All she heard was that the man was insulting her uncle. Since coming out of the Amish gathering, Proctor had only taken good care of her.

Rebecca couldn't bear Proctor being insulted like this, and suddenly she felt an unknown anger:

"Walterfa, what are you talking about, you bastard?"

Martin didn't want to lose face in front of Rebecca and said sarcastically: "Your uncle may be a big shot in this country town."

"But elsewhere, he is just a loser born from an incest marriage."

"Yes, I'm right, he's still an arrogant bastard."

He was already unhappy at being ordered to negotiate by the people above him. He had to give up the market he had finally seized.

In Martin's opinion, Proctor is a complaining loser.

He didn't notice that after these words were spoken, Rebecca and Boden's eyes were immediately filled with anger.

Cage suddenly became anxious. He didn't expect Martin to say such things.

Originally, I could still make some gains on Proctor, but now it seems that I have to make amends to Proctor.

He quickly walked over, grabbed Martin's jacket, and said angrily:

"Shut your mouth."

"Dad, don't worry, I can handle it."

Martin thought his father was acting with him, so he pushed his hand away and looked at the expressionless Proctor:

"Yes, I have heard that you used to be a powerful person."

“But now it seems like that’s it.”

A murderous intent flashed in Rebecca's eyes. Without saying a word, she quickly lifted up her short skirt and reached between her thighs.

Only Proctor noticed her movements and quickly stopped:

"Rebecca, no."

Rebecca was so angry that she pulled out the Glock 43 strapped to her inner thigh regardless of herself: "Fakeyu."

"Bang bang."

In Martin's fearful gaze, the small pistol spurted out flames.

The bullet penetrated his thigh hard, raising two clouds of blood mist. Martin screamed and fell backward.

This sudden change stunned both parties.

Now that things had happened, Boden reacted first. He suddenly rushed towards the guards beside Martin and at the same time took out a sharp dagger from behind.

The guard took out the Uzi submachine gun in panic, and he held it down with one hand.

"Swish, swish, swish."

The dagger in Boden's hand pierced the guard's neck crazily, drawing out streams of blood.

The moment Boden exploded, Cage reached out and touched his lower back.

As soon as he took out the Glock, Rebecca quickly moved the muzzle of the gun and shot Cage in the neck, biting off a ball of flesh.

Boden grabbed the Uzi from the guard's hand with his backhand, quickly turned the gun and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da."

In just one second, all the bullets in the magazine burst out, and the muzzle of the gun rose all the way, spraying from the guard's feet to the top of his head.

When the muzzle of the gun was fixed on the guard's eyes, the gunfire just went out.

The blood on the wall behind him splattered all the way to the ceiling.

In just a few breaths, one of the two groups of people who were still smiling just now has fallen down.

Cage held his neck and choked with blood.

He struggled to reach for the pistol that had fallen aside. Proctor stepped forward quickly and stepped heavily on his palm.

Cage glanced desperately at Proctor, then turned his head with difficulty.

Next to him, Martin was dragging his two shot legs, screaming and moving backwards, his crotch becoming a wet ball.

Looking at this good-for-nothing son, Cage slowly closed his eyes.

After confirming that he was dead, Proctor took back his foot that was pressing on Cage's hand, feeling annoyed.

Now he had to pay a large sum of money to appease the big boss's anger. He looked at Rebecca and wanted to say something, but then sighed helplessly. She wanted to defend herself no matter what.

"Feel sorry."

Rebecca looked at his expression and knew she was impulsive.

Proctor waved his hand: "You started the matter, and you finish it."

Rebecca walked towards Martin with the small pistol in her hand.

"No, please forgive me."

"terribly sorry."

Martin leaned back and apologized frantically.

"boom."

Rebecca aimed a shot at his lower body. The severe pain made Martin unable to make a sound, and his little tongue trembled wildly.

"That's right, that's how it will be in the next life. Watch your mouth."

"Bang bang."

Rebecca sent the remaining two bullets into Martin's mouth, and a few drops of blood flew to her face.

Rebecca wiped away the blood with excitement on her face and put the Glock 43 back into the holster on her inner thigh.

In the evening, Davis Bar.

Carly spared all her time today and came here early to wait. She finally got a big job. For her, who is currently in a poor financial situation, she couldn't miss it.

Jiabo is still the same, appearing last.

Candy quickly took out the wine glass and filled him with good whiskey.

"There's good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Jabber's eyes were extremely dark. He put his laptop on the bar, yawned, and took a sip from his wine glass.

Hood knocked on the countertop and said, "I like to hear the bad news first."

"Okay, the bad news is that I have found out the information about our opponent."

Jiabo opened the computer, swiped on the touch screen, and tapped lightly, and a person's information suddenly appeared on the screen.

A picture of Colonel Stowe in military uniform emerged above, with a large display of Medals of Honor hanging on his uniform.

"Captain Douglas Stowe, graduated first in his class from the Naval Academy."

"After graduation, I served in Haiti, Panama and other places."

Jiabo picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "After that, he went to Iraq, Afghanistan and other places, and carried out many bloody secret missions."

"Guys, this is no ordinary motherfucker."

"This is specifically designed to deal with Maja Fak's Maja Fak, if you know what I mean."

When Ethan listened to Jabber's introduction to Colonel Stowe, he noticed that Carly's fingers twitched quickly.

He flicked the ashes from his cigarette and thought back carefully.

Candy took off his hat solemnly, not expecting the other party to be so troublesome.

Coupled with the mercenaries that Hood mentioned, Candy felt a little uneasy. He quickly asked: "Since he already has the Marine Corps, why does he need those mercenaries?"

"This is the good news I said." Jia Bo's face was full of smiles.

He tapped the keyboard quickly with his fingers and pulled up a file with dense data on it.

"The other party also has network experts, but in front of me, they are all boy scouts."

Jabber swiped his finger across the screen: "That's why they have mercenaries, because what those people protect is not Uncle Sam's money, but their own money."

"In other words, Colonel Stowe is the black glove of some big shots in the army."

"According to my guess, he is specifically responsible for helping some mysterious people to collect money."

"Moreover, in this database, I discovered that the specific amount of money in the vault is not the seven or eight million you estimated, but almost fifteen million U.S. dollars."