My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Soon, Ethan walked out of the bedroom fully dressed, wearing a black shirt under his suit.

I don’t know what brand Noila bought, but it was extremely comfortable to wear.

Wearing a crisp black suit and shiny leather shoes, he looked in high spirits.

His body proportions are perfect, coupled with his handsome face, and neatly dressed, he doesn't look like a bodyguard, but like a noble man.

Usually he is either in a town police uniform, or in jeans, big pants, and the ever-changing T-shirt and thin jacket.

It was also the first time for Nora to see Ethan in formal clothes, and her eyes were full of excitement.

Ethan tossed his tie aside and unbuttoned two buttons above his shirt.

"Don't you like ties?"

Nora stepped forward and helped him adjust his clothes. The hairpin on her head flashed with light, and the diamonds on it were very dazzling. .

"Well, it's too restrictive."

Ethan moved his body and felt that his movements were fine. The clothes Nola bought him were of a very suitable size and did not affect his large movements.

When he turned his body, the gun loomed inside the coat.

"Let's go."

Nora saw that the time was almost up and called Thompson to set off.

According to Thompson, as long as they can successfully enter the venue, things are 90% successful.

Therefore, you must be careful on the road, for fear that there are die-hard allies of George Hunter who will not be willing to fail, suspect George's death on Nora, and send people to intercept and kill him.

After all, as the person who has competed most fiercely with George Hunter recently, Nola also has major suspicions.

Ethan put on his helmet and got on the motorcycle.

Nora was sitting in the back seat of the Lincoln, with Thompson driving the car.

The two cars drove towards the residence, one behind the other.

Along the way, Ethan followed the Lincoln car, guarding against anyone attacking Nora.

It's not that the Roncid family didn't train their own personal guards. The old chief had been dealing with Proctor for so many years, so he could learn some violent methods.

But at this time, the only people Nora can trust are herself and Ethan.

After all, along with Alex, there were four personal guards who disappeared. No one knew whether those people were dead or mutinied.

Only after she becomes the chief and undergoes screening can she safely use those people.

The vehicle soon entered the boundary of the settlement, and the street lights were dim.

The roadside has changed from farms to wilderness and woods.

A few lights appeared in the rearview mirror, and they got closer and closer. He couldn't hear any movement through the helmet, but the noise behind him was obviously not right.

Ethan increased his vigilance. After a while, the light approached and three black motorcycles appeared behind him.

From the rearview mirror, you can see that in addition to the rider, there is a person sitting behind each motorcycle.

Thompson noticed the cars following and the Lincoln picking up speed.

The three motorcycles were still approaching crazily. Ethan looked at the speedometer and saw that it had reached 70 miles, and the wind was howling.

At this speed, if you are not careful, the car will be destroyed and people will be killed.

It was obvious that the other party had bad intentions, so he no longer hesitated and would rather kill the wrong person than let him go.

Ethan held the accelerator and reached into his arms.

The Silver Desert Eagle was drawn out with his backhand, and he quickly raised it back.

"boom."

The tires of the motorcycle dozens of meters behind him were blown out, causing people to flip over. The vehicle slid far away on the cement road with its inertia, sending up a long trail of sparks.

The two people sitting in the car also flew into the air and fell to the side of the road.

The vehicle was still driving rapidly, and the two people were instantly thrown into the darkness, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

The remaining two motorcycles were found to have been exposed.

They were no longer polite, and the person sitting in the back immediately took out an AK47, put it on his shoulder, and fired wildly at Ethan.

But in this high-speed moving state, it is not easy to hit a small target that is also moving at high speed.

The recoil of the AK47 also made their shooting more difficult, with bullets flying everywhere.

But at this time, Ethan didn't dare to gamble with his luck. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel the bullets flying past him.

The high-speed driving and the crazy firing of the AK47 behind him made his adrenaline surge.

He quickly turned around and fired again. The primer of the bullet was activated and the gunpowder detonated.

The bullet spun out of the gun's muzzle, and in the next second, it penetrated the helmet visor of a rider and tore his brains to pieces.

The Desert Eagle in Ethan's hand is the largest caliber, and its power is fully demonstrated at this time.

The bullet did not stop and quickly penetrated the rider's helmet, continuing to hit him backwards with a trail of blood.

The gunman behind seemed to have entered the bullet stop time, watching helplessly as the helmet of the rider in front exploded, and a bullet flew towards his face.

He only had time to blink, and the world suddenly turned into darkness.

From the perspective of the rider on the other side, all he saw was that the man in the black suit in front raised his arm and flames spurted out.

Immediately afterwards, the two helmets on the motorcycle next to him burst out two masses of blood mist.

"Shet."

This terrifying scene made him slam on the brakes instantly.

The motorcycle made a rapid braking sound, shook violently several times, and turned over suddenly.

The rider and the gunman were thrown aside. When the rider stood up lamely, the taillight of the terrifying murderer drew a red line and disappeared into the darkness.

The gunman sat up, took off his helmet and shouted excitedly:

"Farke, you did the right thing."

Looking at the two people who were shot to death dozens of meters away, the gunman's face was covered with sweat.

Ethan saw the remaining motorcycle slow down instantly, the body swayed a few times, and the people on the car flew up. He also felt strange.

He obviously just pulled the trigger, but why did both motorcycles overturn?

But the danger was over, so he no longer thought about it, put the pistol back, turned the accelerator and caught up with the Lincoln.

Driving his motorcycle to the side of the driver's seat, he nodded to Thompson.

Thompson breathed a sigh of relief, gave him a thumbs up, and slowed down the car.

Tiegou Town is the core of the entire settlement.

The aboriginal families living nearby are all in good condition, and they can be considered to be the middle and upper class of the tribe.

The Chino Police Department is not far away, maintaining stability here.

The Lincoln car stopped slowly. Here was a low-rise building, which looked dilapidated from the outside.

"Including the chief, there are a total of thirteen tribal committee members."

As soon as Ethan parked his motorcycle next to Lincoln, Thompson lowered the window and introduced the situation to him: "Alex is missing, George Hunter is missing, and now there are only eleven people left."

"Since George Hunter disappeared, the community that supported him has been in disarray."

"Including me, six people have clearly stated their support for Nora, which is more than half."

Ethan took off his helmet, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

He nodded towards Thompson, and the murderous intention forced Thompson's heart to feel as if it was being clenched for a moment.

"Who do you think sent the people who came to attack us just now?"

Thompson shook his head: "I don't know, it's possible for anyone."

"All right."

Ethan had no choice but to give up, get off the motorcycle, and open the door.

Nora stretched out her high heels and stepped on the ground. The black rope on the shoes wrapped around her jade-white ankles, looking full of charm.

She patted the dust on Ethan's clothes with a smile from the corner of her eyes: "It seems you had a lot of fun."

"Okay."

Ethan grinned and stood behind Nora consciously.

Nora put away her smile. She didn't expect that someone would really dare to arrange for a gunman to attack her. If someone dared to stop her later, she wouldn't mind using thunderous means.

When they were about to walk inside, a person in the distance ran over quickly.

The person who came was none other than Chief Yaz from the Chino Police Department. He didn't look lazy at all today. He looked very energetic.

"Commissioner Thompson, good evening."

He greeted Thompson with a smile on his face, and then looked at the beautiful Nora next to him: "This must be Miss Nora, right?"

"I am Sergeant Carl Yazzie of the Chino Police Department. I have never had the opportunity before. Please allow me to express my regret here."

"Thanks."

Nora nodded and thanked her. She didn’t know who he was at first. After hearing him announce his home, she raised her eyebrows and stepped aside, revealing Ethan standing behind.

Yaz's smile froze instantly. Ethan's appearance was very recognizable. He had not seen him for a long time, and of course he would not forget it.

Ethan greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Chief Yaz."

"Hello."

Only then did Yaz react, put away his shocked expression, and quickly stretched out his hand to hold Ethan's hand.

"By the way, I forgot what you called me?"

The small town policeman during the day has suddenly transformed into a handsome and handsome man standing behind Nora. The relationship between the two is not simple at first glance.

He immediately felt regretful in his intestines, he shouldn't have indulged in such addiction today.

"That's very kind of you, Chief Yaz."

Ethan smiled and shook his hand: "Just call me Morgan. I'm just Miss Nora's personal bodyguard now."

Seeing his smiling face, Yaz breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shook his hand a few times:

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Morgan."

Yaz didn't believe the nonsense about private bodyguards. He had never seen an employer dust off a private bodyguard's body.

He was far away just now and couldn't see the face clearly, but now that he knew it, he had to change his approach.

"Sorry, we have to go to a meeting."

Nora said lightly and took the lead to walk into the house.

Yaz quickly stepped aside and watched them leaving with a smile on his face.

His little calculations began to jingle, and he was thinking about what excuses he could find to get in touch with the policeman from the Banshee Town Police Department.

After they walked away, Nora asked in confusion: “Aren’t you going to replace him?”

"yes."

"Then you are still like this?"

"It doesn't cost anything to laugh." Ethan glanced at Thompson: "There's no need to make an enemy. It's not me who replaced him anyway."

Thompson staggered on the ground and looked at Ethan with a look of resentment.

Ethan turned around and saw Chief Yaz standing there with his chin in his hands. He didn't know what he was planning: "What is Yaz doing here? He doesn't seem to have the qualifications, right?"

Thompson said disdainfully: "It just looks familiar in front of the committee members."

Yaz, who had been somewhat of a figure when George Hunter was around, was now a rootless tree.

There is a security gate in the middle of the gate, where everyone who comes will be checked.

"Haha."

A black-haired man in front took off the cigar in his hand and spit to the side.

Nora frowned and looked at him coldly.

The black-haired man shook his legs, noticed a few people standing behind him from the corner of his eye, and turned around quickly.

When he noticed Nora standing behind him, his eyes were stunned and his expression was strange.

He quickly adjusted his facial expression and said hello:

"Commissioner Thompson."

"Commissioner Lynch."

Lynch squeezed the cigar's hand hard, took a puff of the cigar and blew the smoke in front of them: "Nora, listen to me, the position of chief is very important. You are still young and cannot grasp it."

"Yeah?"

Norah waved her hand and fanned away the smoke: "Then who do you think can control it, George Hunter?"

Commissioner Lynch's eyes flashed with anger. He threw the cigar to the ground and walked quickly inside.

Ethan kicked the cigar aside: "Is he an ally of George Hunter?"

"That's right."

Thompson stepped forward to be checked. There were many people here, so he didn't say anything else.

"Didi didi."

As the only non-Indian here, Ethan was the focus of observation. The moment the voice sounded, everyone around him looked at him.

Ethan took the initiative to reach into his arms and took out the pistol.

Seeing the Desert Eagle he took out, the security guard swallowed his saliva. After checking that there was no spare magazine on him, he said:

"Please remove the bullet, thank you."

"OK."

Ethan unloaded the magazine and ejected the remaining five bullets.

He pulled the slide again, and the last bullet flew out of the ejection port and fell into the plastic basket on the side, which was already covered with a dense layer of bullets of various types.

After confirming that there were no bullets on him, the security personnel let him go.

Walking to the corner inside, Ethan unloaded the empty magazine in front of Thompson and Nora, fiddled with it a bit, and took out a spare magazine from the space.

Seeing him magically pull out a spare magazine, Thompson's eyes widened:

"how did you do it?"

Ethan put the magazine into the pistol, put it back into the holster, and said with a smile:

"It's a secret."

Nora felt even more confident, and walked inside with her slender legs.

Compared with the dilapidated appearance, the interior is extremely gorgeous.

Walking into the conference room, it was already full of people, and this was their last wave.

There are still three empty chairs on the long oval table, and the other seats are full, all occupied by older Indians, including many gray-haired elders.

Behind most of the people, there was a burly bodyguard standing against the wall.

In a nearby corner, sage was lit, and the smoke filled the air, creating a solemn atmosphere inside.

Seeing Nola appear, everyone turned their attention.

There is admiration and hatred.

Thompson closed the door to the conference room and walked straight inside, arriving at a position near the top.

Before, he was able to connect others with George Hunter, and he still had a certain status.

Noila took a few steps forward and stood next to the table.

"Okay, everyone is here now."

Thompson looked around and sat down. He cleared his throat and continued:

"Everyone knows why we came here to hold the meeting today."

"It is very regrettable that within a short period of time, our tribe's chief Alex Langcid and standing committee member George Hunter disappeared one after another."

“Their contributions to the tribe will always be remembered.”