My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"No problem, just ask."

Goatee lowered his hand from the handle of the gun at his waist, fearing that the person in front of him had no desires and demands, and as long as he had demands, it would be easy to handle.

"You must be a very powerful person."

Ethan stared at him: "Do you know about hunting and killing stowaways on the border?"

Goatee was stunned for a moment, thinking that the other party wanted to add money, but unexpectedly, he actually asked for something.

He hesitated for a moment: "I know."

"Have any of your relatives been killed?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Ethan didn't expect that he would get it without any effort, and said quickly: "Tell me what you know, and I will do it for you."

Goatee pursed his lips and said:

"You finish your work tomorrow and I'll tell you what you want to know."

The corner of Ethan's mouth twitched, and he was about to press for questioning.

"A friend invited me there before." Goatee continued:

"But I rejected you. I can't do such a thing. My interests are protected by you friends."

"They drive a Jeep, right?"

"I will contact my friends tonight and ask for information about the organizers. If you complete the task tomorrow, I promise that I will tell you the information you want to know."

Even Jeep said it, so it seems that this goatee really knows something.

Ethan was a little hesitant, originally wanting to question Goatee on the spot.

Unexpectedly, he also heard it from a friend. There should be no truth to this statement. From Goatee's point of view, he was the one who was destined to be cheated and could not lie to others.

If you press him and go to his friends, trouble will easily arise.

Trust him for now. If he doesn't provide information tomorrow, it won't be too late to take action again. It's not in a hurry anyway.

When you have the strength, you have a choice in whatever you do.

Even if he wants to cheat him, Ethan is confident that he will make him pay the price.

Ethan clapped his hands on the suitcase and asked deliberately:

"How do I know if you will kill me after it's done?"

Seeing him relent, a smile appeared in his goatee eyes:

"Friend, I just need a new face. Don't worry, I'm not a capricious villain. I will help you get the information you need."

"I hope you keep your word."

"certainly."

The two held hands.

Under Goatee's instructions, the man in black leather took Ethan to a motel.

He also expressed his understanding for this kind of thing.

If they meet an unreliable person, they just take 50,000 US dollars and run away, and they have nowhere to look for it.

After checking into the hotel, Ethan looked at the fifty thousand dollars in the box and smiled, then threw it into the space. When he got here, two people rushed to give him the money.

In the meantime, he sent another text message to Letty, saying that he had something to do and would contact her tomorrow.

The appearance of the man with the goatee gave him a great harvest.

Even if he goes back on his word, if he is tortured directly tomorrow, he will always find a breakthrough.

Tomorrow, Senator McLaughlin will give a public speech outside the city council. Goatee has already arranged everything, and he only needs to put a bullet into the senator's arm.

A night of silence.

The next day, at half past twelve noon.

There was a knock on the room, and Ethan, wearing the same clothes as yesterday, took off the chair that was against the door.

The white man wearing a black leather jacket had already appeared at the door. He took a comb to tidy up his side-parted hair and shook his head towards Ethan.

Picking up his backpack, Ethan walked down to the parking lot with him and stopped in front of a silver Toyota station wagon.

"Just get in the car. Remember, the shot is fired at 1:04. This is the boss's request. Don't make any mistakes. The next thing has been arranged."

The man in leather clothes patted his hand with a wooden comb and opened the car door for Ethan.

"knew."

Ethan didn't say anything and got into the car.

After driving for more than ten minutes, the road became crowded, and there were promotional slogans everywhere on the roadside. The photo that Goatee showed Ethan yesterday was printed everywhere.

Cars whizzed by from time to time, and people in the cars kept waving campaign slogans and flags.

These people seem to be supporters of that senator.

The Toyota station wagon plunged into a remote street, turned a few corners, and stopped behind an office building.

It is close to the city council, only about 300 meters away, and you can hear the cheers of the people participating in the rally from a distance.

Ethan put his peaked cap down and smiled.

Unexpectedly, he actually played a guest role as an assassin. Others didn't know that he was about to hit his arm. He had to be careful later. If he was caught, it would be over.

He took out his gloves from the space and put them on, opened the car door, lowered his head and walked into the office building.

As soon as he entered the door, a man dressed as a cleaner waved to him. Ethan walked in his direction and followed the man into the toilet.

The man threw a gray janitor's jumpsuit to him, patted the cleaning trolley, turned and left.

Ethan understood and quickly put on the cleaner's clothes.

After a while, a cleaner wearing a peaked cap pushed a cleaning cart into the elevator and pressed the button for the 10th floor.

Arriving at the top floor of the office building, he pushed the trolley to the bathroom.

After making sure there was no one inside, Ethan took an under maintenance sign from the cleaning truck and hung it on the door handle.

Push the car in and open the storage lid.

Inside the black garbage bag was a brand new AR-15, with a scope thoughtfully installed on it.

Take off your cleaning clothes and put on a soft mask.

Ethan quickly walked out of the bathroom carrying the AR-15 and walked all the way from the fire escape to the roof.

The sun was shining brightly above, making the floorboards very hot.

In order not to expose his target, he took off his peaked cap, bent down and walked to the parapet on the roof of the building.

First, he took a look outside. The city council was not far away, only about three hundred meters away from him. The podium was arranged outside the city council.

A politician was giving a loud speech above, and cheers were heard from time to time. The noisy voice could be heard from the top of the building here.

The media at the scene and the senator's supporters suppressed hundreds of people.

The visual distance was less than three hundred meters, and with the scope, I was very confident that I could hit his arm.

Ethan checked the firearm and made sure there was nothing wrong with it.

I opened the scope, got used to it, and everything was adjusted.

I glanced at the time, it was exactly one o'clock in the afternoon.

He adjusted his breathing and squatted against the parapet. The sun was shining brightly, and the soft mask attached to his face was a little hot, but he could only endure it at this time.

You can't pick this thing off. If someone sees it, you'll be doomed.

Two minutes passed quickly. Ethan turned over and stood up, holding the AR-15 firmly with both arms and bringing his eyes to the scope.