My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hearing that the girl he admired looked down upon him like this, Tommy gritted his teeth and his eyes turned red.

It’s been Cheton since childhood, and everything is Cheton.

As long as Cheton is around, he will always be ignored. He cannot live in Cheton's shadow forever.

"Shet."

Tommy walked back to the wooden table aggressively and slapped the AK on the table with a bang, which attracted the attention of his three partners.

"I'm going to attack Proctor, which one of you will go?"

Hearing Tommy's sudden words, the three young men who were already on top suddenly became excited.

The flower turban patted the table excitedly, grabbed the beer bottle and took a big sip:

"I agree, we need to make a name for ourselves in the gang."

The other two people also nodded, their eyes full of desire to become famous.

Under the leadership of Cheton, the Redbone Gang increasingly advocates bravery.

Good wine, beautiful women, all tend to be strong.

In this environment, they, the younger generation, will definitely not get much favor.

Most of the time, they watched others arrogantly holding women in their arms and getting into the tent, while they could only drink beer and get drunk.

Only Tommy could drink soup from time to time because of his status as Cheton.

Regarding this situation, they had long wanted to jump out and prove themselves, and Tommy lit up the explosive bag this time.

"Then where should we start?"

Now that he had made up his mind, Tommy discussed the target with them.

One of them asked in confusion: "Isn't it Proctor?"

"Snapped."

Hua Turban slapped Inn Tou on the back of the head and said dissatisfiedly: "If you have a low IQ, don't talk. Proctor has to have a place."

Cuntou slapped the table with dissatisfaction: "You have a high IQ, you said."

In their small group, Hua Turban was indeed known for having many clever ideas. His eyes rolled around as he thought about it seriously.

Everyone, including Tommy, looked at him eagerly.

Not long after, the flower-turbaned man's eyes lit up and he slapped the table hard: "Savoie Gentlemen's Club."

Tommy nodded and pulled the bolt.

As long as there is a place for him to prove himself, he doesn't care where it is.

Chun Tou scratched his head: "Why Sava?"

"Just call you stupid."

The hooded man raised the beer bottle excitedly: "That's a strip club. Even if Proctor isn't here, we can destroy his business."

"And the most indispensable thing in a place like this is money. We can also do some work on the side."

"I heard that there are beauties from all over the world, with amazing figures."

When the flower turban said this, his face was full of yearning, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Everyone, including Tommy, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

You have money, you have a woman, and if you are lucky, you can take care of Proctor directly. Is there anything better than this?

"Just the Savoy Gentlemen's Club."

Tommy stood up passionately and held AK with one hand: "Tonight is the time for us to prove ourselves."

The other three people also stood up, and their four fists touched together hard.

Ethan was extremely excited when he went to work this afternoon.

Although the bag on his forehead attracted the attention of others, he was able to fend it off with a few words.

Brantley had been killed by himself, and he no longer had any worries.

As long as Proctor and Cheton are dealt with, maybe he can take off his uniform, travel around the world, and experience more things.

I came home from get off work, took a shower, and just walked out of the living room when I heard a beeping sound.

In the surveillance video, a yellow convertible was parked outside the gate. Jabber took off his sunglasses and shook his middle finger impatiently.

He pressed the door open and close button, wiped his hair and sat on the sofa.

"You killed that mother-in-law?"

Jia Bo asked hurriedly as soon as he entered the door.

"Yes, Candy told you?"

Ethan handed the beer he had taken out in advance to Jabber: "Although he lost a little strength, he is still dead."

"Yes."

Jabber directly put his legs on the table and took a sip of beer: "How about Hood?"

"It's okay, I can't die." Ethan threw the towel aside, picked up the beer bottle and took a comfortable sip: "Are you here specifically for this matter?"

"Of course." Jiabo stretched out his fist: "I'm very sorry, I couldn't help."

Ethan bumped fists with him: "Don't say these things, just be serious."

"But you need to persuade Hood. I think he should change his life. Even if he wants to do business, there are plenty of opportunities in the outside world. There is no need to take risks here."

"I know this." Jiabo nodded:

"Actually, I have always told him to leave, but he was reluctant to let go of Carly before, and then he was reluctant to let go of Tifa. Now he probably has looked away."

"Just look away." Ethan played with the police badge in his hand with a complicated expression.

"And you?"

Jia Bo asked abruptly.

"What's wrong with me?" Ethan raised his head.

The corners of Jia Bo's mouth turned up and he looked at him with contempt: "Don't pretend in front of me."

"You have made a lot of money during this time, right? The diamonds I helped you dispose of are worth more than one million in your hands."

"With so much money, will you stay here and be a town policeman?"

"Don't you want to experience the vastness of the Caribbean, the style of the West Coast, and the luxury of Las Vegas?"

Ethan flicked up the badge and reached out to grab it: "What are you planning?"

Jia Bo scratched his head and said with a look of resentment, "I'm so poor now."

Since Hood was released from prison, Jiabo's salon was bombed and he lost a lot of money. During this period, he didn't work much seriously, but he was not lenient at all in spending money.

Unknowingly, the deposit has dropped to the red line.

"What does this have to do with anything?" Ethan covered his pocket and said with a frown, "I can only lend you three hundred at most, I'm just a small town policeman."

"roll."

Jia Bo glared at him angrily. No matter how poor he was, he would always have hundreds of thousands.

But you really need to find a job, otherwise you will soon be depleted of money.

Jiabo cleared his throat and said seriously: "I mean work. Do you remember the job I told you before?"

"If you want to go, it will take a long time for you to take a long leave."

“So why not just quit your job and go out for a while?”

Ethan also became serious and took a sip of beer:

"If Hood is leaving, why don't you take him with you? He should be in more need of work?"

Jiabo shook his head: "I've already told others that it's not appropriate to replace him, and Hood has enemies over there, so he won't want to go."

"Carly?"

"To be honest." Jia Bo curled his lips and said, "I don't trust her anymore either."

Ethan understood what he meant. We can all be friends, but there are some things we won’t do together anymore.

For people like them, trust is a very important thing. Many times, what they do requires risking their lives.

Ethan knocked on the table and nodded to Jabber:

"I still have some things to deal with. Don't worry, I will seriously consider your proposal."

"That's good."

Jia Bo was not in a hurry, he just wanted to confirm with him.

"Let's go." Ethan put down the empty bottle and stood up.

"where to?"

"Celebrate, celebrate the murder of Brantley's motherfucker, Savoie Gentlemen's Club, I will pay for all the expenses tonight."