My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After leaving the park in the middle of the street, Ethan walked to the corner of the street, smoking a Coke.

Now I can only sit in a bar and wait until evening to contact Letty to see what help she can provide.

As he stood in a daze on the corner of the street, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of him.

The car window slowly lowered, and a middle-aged white man with a gray goatee and a slicked back appeared in front of him.

"Get in the car."

The goatee man glanced at him and said.

Ethan was a little confused and looked around to see if the other party had found the wrong person.

"stop looking."

The goatee man patted the seat with interest: "It's you, I have a good job here."

Only then did Ethan realize that with the way he was dressed, the other party must have taken him as an illegal worker.

He shook his head and was about to explain.

The man with the goatee stroked his beard: "You came here, didn't you just want to change your life? Now the opportunity has come, do you want to seize it?"

As he spoke, Ethan felt a domineering aura.

With the same aura as Proctor, the man in front of him is not a good person.

The gun handle bulging at his waist confirmed Ethan's thoughts.

Ethan rolled his eyes, took a big sip of Coke, threw the cup into the trash can, and opened the door without hesitation to get in the car.

This kind of person has broad communication.

Basically, it’s the kind that takes both black and white.

You might be able to get some useful information from this kind of person.

It was better than sitting in a bar, so he decided to get in the car.

The goateeed man didn't care about the smell of sweat on Ethan's body. After he got in the car, he started the vehicle and drove forward.

There was silence all the way. After the vehicle drove for more than ten minutes, the man with the goatee turned his head:

"Have you ever killed anyone before?"

As expected, he was not looking for labor. Ethan looked at him indifferently and said nothing.

Goatee nodded with satisfaction and stepped on the accelerator.

In the street fight just now, it can be seen that this person's skills are not simple, at least he was not timid at all on that occasion, which was exactly what he needed.

Now that he has confirmed his eyes, he is exactly the kind of person he needs. He has killed people and is fearless in doing things.

A few minutes later, Mercedes-Benz came to a place with many office buildings.

The steering wheel turned and drove into the underground parking lot.

When Goatee got out of the car, he deliberately lifted his suit jacket, showed the pistol inside, and issued a warning.

Ethan just smiled and walked with him to the elevator of the underground garage simply.

The two of them took the elevator together and came to Goatee's company.

From the layout inside the company, I couldn't tell what it was used for. There were just a few empty tables.

The office inside is completely different.

The area is small and the decoration is extremely luxurious.

Based on Ethan's experience, this is just a place for Goatee to take care of some dirty things.

In the corner of the office, stood an expressionless white man, wearing a black leather jacket and with his hair parted, giving him a cold feeling.

This man seemed to be Goatee's subordinate, and he was looking at Ethan meaningfully.

He put his hands in front of him, and certain parts of his hands were covered with calluses. He was a frequent shooter, and his waist was also bulging.

"Sit wherever you want, you're welcome."

Goatee walked behind the large desk, pulled out the leather office chair, and picked up the tequila bottle placed beside the desk.

There are a dozen bullet cups placed on the tray next to it.

Ethan pulled out the chair next to him, placed it sideways, and sat down directly regardless of the dirty clothes.

From his angle, he could see the goatee and the man in leather at the same time.

We are strangers to each other, and these two people are mysterious, so I still have to be more vigilant.

Goatee didn't care about Ethan's defensive look.

He unscrewed the cap and poured a glass of tequila.

"Uh-huh."

The bullet was pushed gently by him and slid in front of Ethan.

Ethan didn't touch the wine glass, just looked at him silently, wondering what kind of medicine this man was selling.

Goatee took out a document from the filing cabinet at the back, opened it and threw it in front of him:

"Do you know this person?"

Above is a photo of a white man in a suit with a raised eyebrow and a determined gaze.

At first glance, he looks like a typical old white man.

Seeing that Ethan didn't speak, Goatee sat down on the office chair. After adjusting the tie on his chest, he said in a hoarse voice:

"Senator John McLaughlin."

"He is known for his tough stance on illegal Mexican workers. If he could, he would not hesitate to send all Mexicans working in the United States back to their hometowns."

"His political slogan is: send them packing and send them away, but before that, let them build a wall for free."

Goatee sat up straight and poured himself a glass of tequila:

"What this lovely senator doesn't understand is that this country runs on illegal workers."

"He doesn't understand that it's because of people like you that this country can keep prices low and continue to prosper."

"Without friends like you, our country is doomed."

Goatee took a sip of tequila and raised his eyebrows:

"Of course, that's my opinion."

Ethan imitated the tone of voice spoken by those Mexican smugglers today and said concisely:

"Tell the important point."

"No problem." Goatee put down the bullet cup and stared at him:

"Looking at you, you just came here, right?"

"Don't you want to do something for your compatriots? Countless people are forcibly repatriated every day and go back to that poor country."

"Senator McLaughlin needs to be warned, and I want an arm from him."

Ethan narrowed his eyes, but he didn't expect that what he found on his head was something like this.

It’s none of Mexico’s business to deport illegal workers.

There is no grievance, he is not willing to provoke a senator, and he will be in trouble when the time comes, and after doing such a thing, the goatee in front of him will most likely not let him go.

There's trouble left and right.

But now after listening to this person's words, I am afraid that the other person will not let me leave easily.

Ethan lowered his arm, ready to take out the pistol from the space at any time.

Kill him and it will be over.

At this moment, Goatee bent down and took out a black suitcase from under the table.

He confidently opened the box, which was filled with old banknotes:

"Here's $50,000, down payment."

"When the matter is completed, I will give you another 250,000 yuan. Based on your current situation, I'm afraid you won't be able to earn this money in your lifetime."

"As long as you cripple one of his arms, the money will be yours."

Ethan pretended to be shocked at the right time and swallowed his saliva.

Goatee smiled and closed the suitcase:

"Let me make it clear. You already know this job. You can choose to refuse, but you will know the consequences."

"I won't say no, but I have a question."

Ethan raised his head: "If you can answer it for me, I will be very happy to help you, no matter what your purpose is."