My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Jiabo knew him well, and there was strong murderous intent in his tone.

After hearing Ethan briefly describe what he had experienced, he also slapped the steering wheel hard. "Then what are you going to do next?"

"Go to this address first." Ethan clicked on the photo, having other plans in mind.

He took out his phone again and called Baz.

Sonny is dead and it must be made clear to him.

When Baz heard what Ethan said, he was silent for more than ten seconds, then gritted his teeth and asked about the specific situation.

But now Ethan didn't have any clue. After his various persuasion, Baz gave up the idea of ​​coming over.

Throwing the phone aside, Ethan rubbed his temples with a headache.

"What are you looking for this person for?"

Jiabo picked up the photo and looked at the person on it.

Ethan lit up a cigarette: "She lives here. Maybe she will know some useful clues about those people."

"No matter what happens this time, we must uncover the man wearing the cowboy hat."

"do not worry."

Jabber stepped on the accelerator: "I will help you."

"You go back first. Your mission is also very important. Get rid of these things quickly." Ethan picked up the watch and threw it away:

"I'll call you when I need it."

Seeing what Jiabo wanted to say, Ethan interrupted him again: "I won't be polite to you, okay."

Jiabo had no choice but to nod and drive seriously.

Volvo soon arrived at a small border city, which was much larger than Banshee Town.

It is not close to the sea and is inland. Compared with Oceanside, it has a different scenery. It looks similar to southern Texas.

The people walking on the roadside also looked tough.

After the Volvo passed through several streets, it slowly stopped at the corner. Jabber turned his head:

"It's right in front of the park in the middle of the street."

"OK."

Ethan picked up the photo and was about to open the car door, but was grabbed by Jabber:

"I know you want to take revenge alone, so I won't say anything. If anything happens, you must call. I will stay in Oceanside during this time."

"I will always help you for free."

"Shet, don't say such things."

Ethan punched him hard, turned around and got out of the car.

"Fuck Fuck."

Jiabo let out a cry of pain and rubbed his shoulders vigorously.

He glanced at Ethan who was walking forward carrying a backpack, turned the steering wheel, and left quickly.

There was a huge amount of property in the car, and he didn't dare to wander around like Ethan did.

Ethan threw his backpack behind him and walked forward with a cigarette in his mouth.

On the side of the road, groups of old Mo people gathered on the side of the road, hoping to get a job. The afternoon sun shone on the walls of the street, making it dim.

Not far away, there were cheers.

When I got closer, I saw more than 20 people gathered in a small alley.

In the middle, two people were wrestling together.

Others waved their bills, all burly and wearing vests or plaid shirts.

Apparently there was a street fight going on here.

With a heavy punch, the shirtless white man with long blond hair knocked his opponent to the ground and won the game.

The blond man smiled evilly and tossed his wild long hair back.

He happened to see Ethan walking by outside, stretched out his arm and pointed over.

The competition organizer, who was leaning against the wall and wearing black-rimmed glasses, saw this and quickly shouted to Ethan:

"Hey, you, want a fight?"

Ethan stopped, glanced at the people inside and the blood-stained loess ground, smiled and shook his head.

When he refused, the man with black-rimmed glasses became excited:

"Please, look at you, don't tell me you want to miss out on your chance to make $500."

The way Ethan is dressed now is indeed similar to the people inside, or worse.

At least the clothes of the people inside were clean and tidy, unlike him, who was dusty and had a thick layer of dust on his boots.

Plus his black hair, dirty clothes, and backpack.

To these people, he was just a stowaway who had just arrived from Mexico.

Sixty percent of the people in Mexico are a mixture of Indians and Spanish whites. There are just as many people with skin colors like Ethan's in Mexico.

"Please, for a bitch like him, I'll add a hundred more personally."

The man with long blond hair took out his wallet from behind his jeans, took out a Franklin, and threw it into the felt hat held by the man with black-rimmed glasses.

His ex-girlfriend was forced away by such a pretty boy.

Ever since he experienced that kind of thing, he felt angry when he saw a handsome man. Now when he saw Ethan, he felt even more angry. He would rather pay him to seduce him than beat him up.

Ethan flicked his finger and the cigarette butt fell on the corner.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. It costs 600 yuan, so why not make money from it?

"Gentlemen, cheers, we have a new challenger."

Seeing him walking in, his black-rimmed glasses suddenly became excited, and he quickly called on the onlookers to place bets.

"Hahaha."

Others also enjoyed the joke and burst out laughing.

There are a few such unlucky guys being pranked every day. They don't earn a penny and get beaten up in vain.

They all quickly took out their money and put it on the blond man.

Although the odds are low, it is not bad to earn money for a meal. Everyone is eager to look at Ethan.

It was like a little sheep breaking into a pack of wolves.

"how to spell?"

Ethan didn't take off his backpack, looked at the shirtless blond man, and asked the man with black-rimmed glasses next to him.

"You can't attack your lower body."

The competition organizer wearing black-rimmed glasses had a square face and a chubby face. He adjusted his glasses and said, "You can do whatever you want with the rest."

Ethan nodded and walked towards the middle of the field.

The blond man also came up to him excitedly and looked at him sarcastically.

At this moment, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped on the opposite side of the alley. The window slowly lowered, and a middle-aged white man with a goatee and a slicked back looked into the alley.

He was wearing a blue striped suit, with a gray beard and sideburns, giving him an air of calmness and authority.

In the alley, following the order from the black-rimmed glasses, the blond man waved his fist and rushed towards Ethan.

"Bang."

Ethan arrived last, and his dusty boots kicked out with a strong wind, imprinting on his chest.

The blond man grunted, flew back, hit the wall, and fell to the ground.

There was total silence.

Ethan slowly retracted his legs, walked to the black-rimmed glasses and stretched out his hand:

"Now you can give me money."

The man with black-rimmed glasses had a stiff face and silently picked out six Franklins from his felt hat and handed them to Ethan.

"Thanks."

Ethan shrugged, took the money in his hand, walked out of the alley and continued walking towards the park in the middle of the street.

In the Mercedes-Benz, a middle-aged white man wiped his gray beard.

He smiled with satisfaction, started the vehicle and followed Ethan.