My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After Thompson's words fell, there was a minute's silence.

No matter how much Alex and George Hunter fought during their lives, they still have to be treated with corresponding dignity after their deaths.

After more than a long minute, Thompson said loudly:

"Throughout the history of the tribe, there have always been heroic leaders who led us forward, protected us, and continued us."

"And let our culture and traditions continue to be passed down in this world."

Thompson turned his head and pointed at Nora with pride:

"Nora Runcid, she comes from the great family of Chino chiefs."

"No one has made as many contributions to our Chino tribe as the Roncid family."

"Benjamin Runcid in particular, his contribution to the tribe is still unmatched, and it is a pity that we have lost this great leader."

When Thompson mentioned Benjamin Runcid, Ethan noticed Nora's hands clenched tightly.

If she could, she wouldn't want to be a chief.

She just wants her father and brother to live. Although there is dissatisfaction, disagreement, and resentment, there is also a sense of family affection.

And now it's all gone in a haze of sage.

When she was in a daze, Thompson did not stop talking. He emphasized his tone: "Nora Langcid is Benjamin's daughter and inherited his bravery and wisdom."

"I believe that she will be able to continue to lead the Chino tribe forward in this complicated era."

Thompson stood up and slowly raised his arms:

“So, here I am calling on you to vote for Nora Runcid as Chief of our Chino Tribe.”

The rich words echoed in the conference room, and the most important moment came to the scene.

Ethan didn't expect that Thompson's bayonet would see red as soon as he came up.

A few words are enough to reveal the true meaning. Don’t these people know what it means to talk about home affairs first and pick up some insignificant things to warm up?

The committee members have long been accustomed to this style of doing things that has been continued since the Benjamin period, and one after another people raised their hands after Thompson.

One ticket.

Three votes.

Five votes.

There were a total of eleven valid votes at the scene, and Nora would be successfully elected with one vote left.

Finally, a white-haired elder raised his hand tremblingly.

"Bang."

Just when Ethan was relieved, the elder's raised hand was pressed down by someone next to him, and his two palms were slapped on the table, making a muffled sound.

"I object."

The harsh sound resounded throughout the venue, startling everyone.

"Bang."

Thompson slammed his hands on the table angrily: "Lynch, do you understand the rules? What do you object to?"

The person who loudly shouted his objections and forced the suspension of voting was none other than Lynch who he met outside the door just now.

He bit a thick cigar and said with a ferocious expression:

"I'm just against it, so what?"

"Why do you object? Give your reasons." A committee member who had not raised his hand just now quickly stood up.

"Bullshit reason, the votes are enough."

Thompson knocked on the table repeatedly, he didn't want to see any surprises.

"Thompson, don't you even let others speak?" Two more committee members started making noises.

Thompson was afraid of seeing this situation, so he just cut through the mess quickly, but unexpectedly, they still found the opportunity by force.

He wanted to say something else, but noticed Nora winking at him.

Thompson had no choice but to control himself: "Okay, Lynch, I want to see what you can say."

Lynch flicked the ash from his cigar and spat on the ground: "No one from the Langcid family is qualified to be a chief in the future."

The white-haired elder took his hand back and looked at Lin Qi:

“Say your reasons and take responsibility for your words.”

"Of course I will be responsible."

Lynch took out a piece of information from the briefcase beside him and threw it on the table: "I have the accounts of Chino Moon Casino here, which proves that Alex Langcid made false accounts."

"He lost a lot of money and tampered with the accounts."

"If you don't believe it, you can see for yourself." Lynch bit his cigar and said loudly:

"Alex Rancid sent a large amount of money to Proctor in the casino. I think everyone knows who Proctor is."

"In this regard, I feel that people from the Roncid family are no longer suitable to serve as chiefs."

After the words fell, Lynch looked at Thompson provocatively.

Nola's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she quickly grabbed her head, and a sharp metal hairpin appeared in her hand.

There were so many people at the scene, but Ethan was the only one who noticed her movements.

Except for him, no one knows that Nora is also a murderer.

Nora used a hairpin to pull up the hem of her skirt, and then she sprinted up to the long table.

"Da da da."

The sound of high heels hitting the wooden table quickly approached Lin Qi. He realized something was wrong and quickly raised his head.

Before Lin Qi could speak, a cold light flashed.

The hairpin, which was more than ten centimeters long, instantly penetrated his chin and penetrated his brain.

Noila grabbed his hair again and slammed it on the table, so that the hairpin completely disappeared into Lynch's head.

This scene of violent murder shocked everyone except Ethan.

The bodyguards brought by Lynch rushed forward, but retreated even faster.

I don't know when Ethan appeared next to the bodyguard and kicked the bodyguard several meters away with a fierce kick.

"Bang."

When the bodyguard landed, he knocked over several chairs nearby. He rolled on the ground several times and vomited blood.

For a moment, no one dared to move.

Nora knelt on one knee on the table, grabbed and dragged Lin Qi onto the wooden table.

She stepped heavily on Lynch's head, and her long and powerful thighs stretched out from the torn skirt, full of violent beauty.

"Who else wants to object?"

Nola’s eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she gritted her teeth and growled:

"The dignity of the Roncid family cannot be offended, and Alex and my father cannot be slandered."

"If any of you question me, that's fine."

"This bastard dared to question my brother and this is what he's going to pay."

"Do you still have that motherfucker you want to try?"

Nola’s roaring voice echoed in the venue, and there was silence. Several committee members who had not raised their hands just now lowered their heads.

The few people who raised their hands to agree with her becoming the chief even looked at her with admiration. Originally, they were worried about whether there would be any problems with a woman becoming the chief.

Now it seems that Nora is more dazzling than Alex.

Seeing that no one spoke anymore, Noila stretched out three fingers and pulled out her hairpin with force.

A stream of blood flowed out immediately. She took the hairpin and wiped it on Lin Qi's clothes casually a few times, then put it back on her head:

"Now, I, Nora Runcid, will be chief."

"Who agrees?"

"Who objects!!!"

This time, no one objected. The remaining ten members raised their hands one after another and voted unanimously.

After everything settled, Ethan walked over from the side.

He threw one of the chair legs that had just been smashed to pieces on the round table, and threw another one to the bodyguard next to him.

"Everyone has a stick, and everyone has a share."

"If anyone doesn't take action, don't blame me for taking action."

Although his tone was light, it was full of murderous intent.

Everyone at the scene looked at him sideways, not knowing where Noila went to find such a person.

Ethan's powerful kick just now subdued everyone present.

Thompson took the lead. Without hesitation, he picked up the stick and struck Lynch who was lying on the table.

The bodyguards in the room also lined up to interrupt Lynch's bodyguards under Ethan's watchful eye.

The so-called bodyguards are actually young people in the tribe who are relatively skilled.

Now Nora, as the top boss, is beating people to death in public. If someone doesn't follow, they can only force others to attack you.

This was also the method Ethan came up with out of desperation.

Everyone has a share, so naturally no one will have any ideas about Nora in this matter.

Amidst the sound of the sticks being struck, Nora spread her long legs on the table and walked towards the top of the long table until she came to the tallest chair.

This is also the chair that my brother, father, and ancestors have sat on.

Now, with Ethan's help, Nora is also safely seated.

The meeting ended quickly. After successfully taking the position of chief, Nora signed one document after another under the leadership of the tribal lawyer, collecting the most important rights.

Because Alex had just died, she didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so she immediately held a simple inauguration ceremony.

The prominent people in the tribe had been waiting outside for a long time, and they were all received by Nora. After a busy night, she was very tired.

But the matter is not over yet. In a few days, the partners of the Chino tribe and nearby prominent figures will be invited to a cocktail party to celebrate the new chief of Nola.

It can be easily handled internally, but not externally. This involves the issue of the tribe's image.

A low-key and luxurious cocktail party is essential.

At the same time, Nora also asked a lawyer to draft a share transfer agreement, but the signature area was still blank.

As long as Ethan and Nora sign and hand it over to the lawyer to complete the change procedures, he will obtain 6% of the shares of the company that owns Chino Moon Casino.

Ethan understood what Nora meant, and she fulfilled her promise.

As long as Proctor dies, Nora will sign and pledge, and he will receive this income worth two million per year.

The pie is not only drawn, but more than half is done, it’s up to you how you want to eat it.

The filling is tempting enough, but the crust is extremely chewy, and I don’t know if I can chew it.

Even if I was prepared in advance, it was still late at night after I was busy with all these things.

The new standing committee member Thompson showed no sign of fatigue. He excitedly sent Nora and Ethan out of the door:

"Are you sure you don't need me to take you back?"

"Need not."

Ethan waved his hand, put on his helmet, and sat astride the motorcycle.

Nora was tired and a little excited. She sat on the back seat of the motorcycle and hugged Ethan tightly.

After the motorcycle exhaust pipe roared a few times, a thug in a suit drove the Indian beauty in a tattered long skirt into the night.

The next morning, Ethan came to work at the police station whistling.

Although he has not yet been able to get the share reward, the beauty's reward is sparing no effort. With Nora's strong cooperation, he fully enjoyed the joy of conquering the new female chief.

"Ethan, here is a document."

Alma stood up from the front desk and handed Ethan a yellow file bag with the words "FBI CONFIDENTIAL" written on it.

"What's this?"

Ethan weighed the bag, it was light and there was a rectangular thing inside.

"Who knows."

Alma spread her hands and said, "Early in the morning, a detective in a black suit came over and asked me to hand this thing over to any police officer."

Ethan took out the dessert hidden behind his back: "Please, Alma, when did I become just a police officer?"

"My fault."

Alma gave a big smile and quickly took the cake: "You are the most handsome police officer in Pennsylvania."

"That's pretty much it. Am I the first to come today?"

Ethan looked inside, but there was no one there.

Alma dug out a large piece of cake: "The Sheriff has the day off, and no one else has arrived yet."

"Okay, take your time and enjoy."

Ethan waved his hand and returned to his seat with the yellow document bag.

Just as Ethan pushed open the glass door of the police station, there was a loud knock on the wooden door on the second floor of the barn next to Davis Bar.

Hood covered his ears with a pillow and planned to continue sleeping regardless of who came.

Unexpectedly, the knocking on the door became louder and louder, which made him extremely irritated, and he yelled outside:

"No one is home."

The knocking on the door paused and then resumed.

"Shet, who is that bastard?"

Hood angrily put on his jeans and strode towards the door.

He opened the door and was about to get angry.

The sight of the gun in front of him made him lose his anger, and he slowly raised his hands.

A middle-aged man wearing a cheap black suit and black tie, holding a Glock pistol in his hand, appeared outside Hood's door.

His hair is slightly bald and his eyes are piercing.

On his body, Hood smelled a familiar smell.

It was not on the physical level, just like a mouse meeting a cat or a natural enemy, his heart also hit rock bottom.

The man in the suit walked into the room step by step, and Hood also slowly backed away step by step.

It can be seen from the other party's eyes that if he resists even slightly, he will shoot without hesitation.

"You didn't seem surprised at all that you were being pointed at a gun."

The man in the suit closed the door and said with interest: "This shows that you have always been very cautious."

Hood forced himself to calm down and asked in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"

"I am Special Agent Robert Phelps." The person lifted up his clothes and revealed the badge hanging on his belt: "Affiliated to the FBI Internal Investigation Team."

Hood blinked and decided to take a gamble. He put down his hand pretending to be relaxed:

"Are you mistaken? I am Lucas Hood, the Sheriff of Banshee Town. Please, please put the gun away, please?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Phillips' mouth, but the muzzle did not move at all:

"I like you, you're a funny guy."

Hood shrugged and smiled: "I didn't even know there was an internal investigation team in the FBI."

"Because you're not a police officer."

Phillips' light words froze Hood's smile, confirming his suspicion that the other party had already found out all his details.

Hood gritted his teeth, not wanting to struggle any more, and asked simply:

"Okay, you caught me, what's next?"

Special Agent Phillips was very satisfied with Hood's performance. He slightly flicked the muzzle:

"The next step will be very interesting. I want you to put on your clothes first. We will have a lot to talk about."