My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The breathing of several people present suddenly became heavier, and Hood grinned even more.

Almost 15 million untraceable black money is enough to make many people risk their lives, and it can also make many people desperate.

Jabo continued to slide his finger, and a complex architectural blueprint appeared on the screen.

"I have studied for a long time and found that there is an old steam pipe tunnel under the Genoa base. This is our VIP channel, through which you can directly enter the base."

"Although there will be obstacles below, it is already very easy compared to the layers of barbed wire and soldiers with live ammunition above."

This piece of good news made Hood clenched his fists excitedly.

Ethan forced himself to calm down and not let money go to his head. After drinking half a glass of whiskey, he said:

"Is the risk too high?"

"What's the risk?" Hood's eyes lit up: "They are also thieves. If we steal money from thieves, no one will report the crime."

"That's what I'm worried about."

Ethan lit up the cigarette and continued: "This is a huge sum of money, a huge sum of money that can kill many people."

"Just because no one will report the crime doesn't mean there won't be any investigation."

"These people do not need any evidence to investigate privately, and they will be retaliated against as long as they are the subject of suspicion."

"I don't know how those big guys do things, but I think their private revenge will be even more deadly."

Jiabo said with great agreement:

"So, either don't do it, or do it in a foolproof way without making any mistakes."

Ethan nodded, curled his fingers and tapped on the bar.

"Dong dong dong."

The sound of fingers tapping on the table attracted everyone's attention.

Ethan turned around and looked at Carly with squinted eyes:

"Do you know Colonel Stowe?"

Carly was stunned and looked puzzled: "Walter, I don't know what you are talking about?"

"This time I'm not facing ordinary people. I don't want to see any surprises." Ethan knocked on the table a few more times:

"I noticed your reaction just now. You're lying again. That's not interesting."

Carly was annoyed and ashamed: "What does it have to do with this mission?"

Hood also noticed something was wrong. This time he was dealing with Marines and mercenaries, so there couldn't be any mistakes:

"Carly, is there something we don't know?"

"All right."

Carly glared at Ethan: "I've slept with him a few times, it's no big deal."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere on the scene was strange.

Jabber rolled his eyes and glanced at Hood quickly with his peripheral vision, while Candy picked up a clean wine glass and wiped it vigorously.

"Are you sure it won't affect your work?" Ethan asked simply, not caring who she slept with.

Now that the words were out of the way, Carly felt it didn't matter anymore, and she said flatly:

"No, he is just a tool I use to relieve my boredom."

"Let me think about it."

Ethan tapped his fingers quickly on the bar, constantly weighing the pros and cons.

Seeing him like this, Jia Bo simply closed his laptop.

After a long time, Ethan shook his head:

"Guys, my advice is to abandon this operation."

Everyone looked at Ethan in astonishment, not expecting that he would suddenly say such a word.

"Why?"

Hood suddenly became anxious, and he said seriously: "Are you worried about Carly? Don't worry, she is professional."

"Yes, I swear."

Carly said with an angry look on her face: "Stowe and I simply went to bed without any feelings. I won't show mercy."

Looking at their puzzled looks, Ethan took a heavy drag on his cigarette:

"No problem with this. I want to ask Jiabo a question."

He turned his head and looked at Jiabo:

"Even if you can take care of all the security measures in the base, if you are Stowe and the vault is stolen and the existing search methods fail to find any clues, what is the first thing you have to do?"

Jia Bo put himself in, thought for a while, and said:

"I'll start with the people around me."

"These soldiers have just returned from overseas recuperation. If I guess correctly, there are not many people who have had sex with Colonel Stowe."

Ethan ignored Carly's blushing face, picked up the wine glass and continued:

"Among these few people, Carly was once a core member of a criminal organization. This is not a secret that is difficult to find."

"Do you think, even if we succeed in stealing the money, will Stowe find Carly?"

The scene suddenly fell into deathly silence, and the excitement just now was completely gone.

As Ethan said just now, these people don't need any evidence. Carly's identity alone is a major suspicion.

After a while, Candy asked reluctantly:

"Are you being too cautious?"

"You know it's not the case." Ethan put down his wine glass and said helplessly: "In my opinion, there is only one way to do this job."

"What can we do?" Hood's eyes lit up.

"After stealing the money, Carly split the majority of the money, took her two children and Gordon, and fled to a country where she couldn't deal with Uncle Sam, where she spent the rest of her life."

Ethan said so much that he even laughed a little, and he looked at Carly:

"With this money, I believe you will be very rich in any country you go to."

"The key is whether Gordon is willing to leave with you. If he doesn't leave, can you bear to watch him die? Can you make this decision?"

Carly was expressionless, not knowing what to say at all.

"Shet."

Jiabo took out his cigarette case bitterly: "How about we kill that mother and mess with Fake?"

"Don't be naive, anyone who has appeared around Stowe will also be investigated." Ethan took a sip of wine:

"Although I don't want to say this, this plan has been bankrupt from the beginning. Unless Carly is willing to escape, otherwise, we will face waves of hunting."

"Shut up and stop talking."

Carly squeezed the wine glass so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Among these people, she is in the worst financial situation and can only work as a waitress.

I thought I could do it once and for all, but I didn't expect that in the end, I made a mistake.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth.

Candy also fell into deep disappointment at this time. He braced himself and said:

"Ethan is right. When something happens to Carly, whether we save her or not, as long as we save her, everyone will be exposed."

"If we don't save her, how can we watch her die?"

"I agree with Ethan's decision." Jabo sighed. He had spent the whole day and night in vain. He picked up the wine bottle feebly:

"Unless Carly flees with her family, this can't be done."

Hood's head was spinning wildly, trying to find a better way to solve this hidden danger, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't get rid of one problem.

That is, after the incident, Carly will inevitably become the key target of suspicion.

He couldn't and couldn't put Carly into such danger.

Hood sighed heavily and put down the beer bottle: "Stop it for now and wait until there is a better way to talk about it."

After speaking, he left the bar with heavy steps.

Ethan shrugged at Candy, ignored Carly who was sitting there in a daze, and took Jabber to the Savoy Gentlemen's Club to relax.

When Hood and the others dispersed in despair, they were deep in the woods of the residence.

A dozen tents were set up next to the tall trees, and piles of bonfires lit up the surroundings.

Dozens of firearms were placed on the wooden shelves nearby. Several members of the Redbone Gang were standing outside the white line with AK47s, practicing their marksmanship on beer bottles on the ground in the distance.

From time to time, there was a crisp sound of a bottle breaking, drawing cheers from the crowd of onlookers.

In the tallest tent inside, the fighting was extremely fierce.

After a long and delicate cry, Cheton put down the delicate-skinned Indian girl. There was no joy in his eyes, only anger.

Unexpectedly, before Thompson could figure it out, several of his men disappeared together with George Hunter.

Only a few lumps of blood remained at the scene, and not even the body could be found.

The passage into the Tribal Council was interrupted instantly. At this time, it was already too late to find someone to cooperate with.

Like Alex, George Hunter disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

Cheton thought with his butt and could guess who did it.

As soon as the front leg went to threaten Proctor, the back leg's own sponsor was killed. The grief and anger in Cheton's heart could not be described in words.

He reached out and grabbed an Indian girl, put her on his body and charged at her angrily.

Half an hour later, Cheton opened the tent curtain and walked towards the people who were practicing marksmanship.

I must respond, otherwise I won't be able to swallow this breath.

"Ceasefire."

Following his order, several people who were shooting stopped shooting.

The crowd of onlookers also gave way to their seats.

Cheton walked all the way and looked at the few people holding guns. Except for his brother Tommy, this group of people had the best marksmanship by far.

He looked around and a thunderous voice sounded:

"I believe you have all heard what happened to Renault and the others."

Everyone nodded, their faces heavy.

"We are the Red Bones Gang, no, not just the Red Bones Gang." Cheton stood on a thick tree trunk that had fallen to the ground and shouted loudly:

"Our Chino tribe has been provoked like never before. Proctor, a white man, not only massacred our chief, he also continued to plunder the lives of our people."

"What are we going to do with this bastard?"

"kill him."

Tommy took the lead in shouting and raised the gun in his hand. The others quickly followed. Those who didn't have guns or knives in their hands raised the beer bottles.

A loud cry of death echoed deep in the woods.

Cheton nodded with satisfaction and jumped down from the tree trunk, his heavy body falling to the ground with a muffled sound.

He walked up to the men who were practicing gun shooting and glanced back and forth.

Including Tommy, all of them puffed out their chests and faced Cheton's gaze without flinching.

"Viho, Sanna, Chucky."

Three sturdy Indian men came out amidst Cheton's shouts. In the envious eyes of the surrounding crowd, they followed Cheton to the tall tent with their heads held high.

Tommy looked at the girls around him, his face felt hot, he put down his AK and quickly chased after them.

"Go and bring Proctor back, and I will hang him here tomorrow morning."

Under Cheton's instructions, the three people he had just selected excitedly walked outside with their AKs in hand, casting disdainful glances as they passed Tommy.

"Why don't you choose me?"

Tommy said excitedly: "I'm the one who should bring Proctor back."

Cheton showed a smile and ruffled his hair: "It's not the time yet, I have other things for you to do."

"Don't rub my head."

Tommy pushed Cheton's hand away in embarrassment, and when he saw him turning around and about to walk into the tent, he quickly growled:

"Cheton, everyone here feels that the only reason I'm here is because I'm your brother."

He looked at Cheton who turned around and said with an uneasy look on his face:

"I need to prove it to these people."

"No."

Cheton stretched out his hands to grab his shoulders and said in a deep voice:

"What you need is patience."

Tommy wanted to say something else, but when he saw the fire dancing in Cheton's eyes, he could only lower his head in silence.

Cheton patted him on the shoulder and pushed him away:

"Go ahead, drink some beers, find a chick, and you'll get your chance."

Tommy gritted his teeth and kicked away the dead branch next to him.

"This stupid brother."

Looking at Tommy's back angrily leaving, Cheton smiled helplessly. Those people just were just there to test Proctor's strength. It would be best if he could be captured.

Even if he can't be caught, he can tell Proctor that he is not someone to be trifled with.

How could he be willing to let his brother do such a thing?

At the Savoy Gentlemen's Club, next to the dance floor, Jabber was drinking sip after sip.

With a business of nearly 15 million, the number of people who can be allocated is close to 3 million.

Seeing such a big duck flying away, but being unable to do anything, made him feel angry.

Ethan didn't say anything, he just asked Bunny Girl to serve the wine.

No matter how much money you have, you have to spend it wisely.

If there was no such thing as Carly, he would be very interested in giving it a try.

But Carly and Stowe already had a relationship, so there was no need for her to rush forward.

There are more than one million yuan in the bank card for selling diamonds, and there are still tens of thousands in cash and four gold bricks left in the bank card.

I have so much money, so why bother?

Not to mention, as long as I help Nora get Proctor, even if I sleep at home every day, more than two million yuan in legal income will be steadily received every year.

When the time comes, a big yacht and a young model will be more comfortable than being chased every day.

Seeing that Jabber still looked unhappy, Ethan raised his arm high and waved it vigorously.

What to do if your brother is unhappy? Then spend money to make him happy.

Soon a waiter came over, and when Ethan leaned over to ask her to make arrangements, the waitress still looked hesitant. She knew who Ethan was.

"Please, do you see me wearing a police badge?"

Ethan waved her away: "This is for my friend, arrange it quickly, or I will take out my police badge."

After his threats, three handsome boys came over quickly.

Jabber's complexion improved visibly, and Ethan threw him a thick stack of small bills in front of him, with two to three thousand knives in it.

"Go away, have fun, the private box has been opened for you."

Jabber suddenly beamed with joy, hugged a large pile of small bills, and walked toward the back surrounded by several handsome men.

The stripper on the dance floor saw how bold he was and immediately performed a difficult move for him, with her soft waist twisting like a water snake.

The most important thing is that it is all natural and yet still so straight, which is rare.

Ethan liked people who were knowledgeable and knowledgeable. He smoked a few dozen cash bills with a cigarette between his teeth and waved to the blonde on the pole.

Soon she slid down the pole and walked towards Ethan. The blonde's upper body was vacuumed and she could only pull open the string of her thong.

Ethan put the cash in, and the dancer let go, snapping, and clamped the money tightly.

He is very disciplined and not frivolous.

Everyone is sweating, it’s not easy.

While he was drinking wine leisurely, the screen of his mobile phone lit up.

It was a call from Siobhan. It was late at night. Maybe he couldn't sleep. Ethan smiled and put the remaining money back into his pocket and walked out quickly.

After walking out of the club door and just pressing the button to answer, Siobhan's urgent voice came from inside:

"It was reported that the Proctor home was attacked by someone from the Red Bones Gang, leaving two bodies behind."

Thanks to Mr. Eight for the tip, thank you