My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The red food truck screeched to a halt.

"It's you?"

Letty leaned out of the car window and looked at him in surprise:

"Get in the car quickly."

Ethan's current appearance would have been completely unrecognizable unless he had seen him up close.

Yesterday I looked like a homeless man, but today after putting on a neat and refreshing outfit, I feel like a different person.

Ethan had nowhere to go now and quickly walked to the food truck.

After he sat down in the passenger seat, Letty quickly started the vehicle while looking at him from time to time.

"Don't you recognize me?"

Ethan took off his sunglasses and threw them aside.

"I really don't know you. At least I don't know your name yet." Letty held out her hand.

"Ethan Morgan."

The two shook hands, and the food truck was skillfully controlled by her and moved quickly along the street.

"Isn't your place of work in the park in the middle of the street?"

Ethan checked the rearview mirror to make sure no one was following him, and turned back: "Why are you here?"

"It's not because of you."

Letty glanced at him: "Congratulations, Mr. Mysterious Man, you are all on the emergency news channel now."

"Fortunately, you're not that stupid and you remembered to put on your mask."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be the only one coming to find you now."

Ethan smiled bitterly, took out a cigarette and lit it: "You are not the only one looking for me."

Letty was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Ethan slowly exhaled the smoke and said in a deep voice:

"Yesterday after I left your place, I met a man with a goatee on the street."

As the vehicle drove, Ethan also told all the things he encountered.

Letty finally knew why he suddenly ran to assassinate the senator. All this was to find clues that the stowaways were being hunted.

"So, you were framed."

She shook her head: "You are very unsafe now. According to you, if that goatee man has that much energy, he should search the whole city for you."

"It's okay, just find a place to put me down in the car."

As long as the law enforcement agencies are not alerted, Ethan doesn't care about other people at all.

"Who do you think I am?"

Letty turned the steering wheel and drove towards the outskirts of the city: "I will take you to a safe place. At this time, you need to calm down first."

"Since the man with the goatee can tell the details of those people, it proves that he also has a certain relationship."

"Let's find a way to find the goatee man first, and then decide what to do next."

At this moment, Ethan's cell phone rang.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan picked up the phone, nodded to Letty, and pressed answer.

"Fuck Falk, Senator?"

Jiabo's excited voice came from the phone, but there was only excitement, not fear.

"That's right."

There was no way to avoid Leti now, so he asked directly:

"How did you go about explaining what you did?"

"I said it all, it's a joke."

There was a crackling sound of keyboard typing on the other side of the receiver, and Jiabo said calmly:

"This level of network protection can be solved by elementary school students. I am destroying the monitoring data."

"But can you be more tolerant?"

"Now the Internet is full of news reports about this matter. God, now that people are so angry, there will definitely be no problem with this senator's re-election."

"Originally, he was lagging behind in the polls, but with your help, his election prospects are now rising."

"Yeah yeah, he's a lucky bastard."

Ethan has so many things on his mind now that he has no intention of chatting with him: "I won't tell you anymore, I remember to keep the phone open."

After hanging up the phone, he shrugged at Letty:

"This is a friend of mine helping with the finishing touches."

Letty's eyes flashed: "Now it seems that you are no ordinary person."

Ethan closed the car window and said with a smile:

"You are not ordinary either."

Not long after, the food truck stopped in front of a small wooden house. The exterior wall was mottled and the blue patent leather had turned gray.

"This is where I live. It's safe. No one can find it."

Letty walked up the wooden steps, took out the key, opened the door and walked in: "Those people must be looking for you everywhere. You should stay here to avoid the limelight."

The kitchen and living room inside are connected, and the rest are two bedrooms and bathroom.

The room was dark and seemed a bit messy.

Ethan walked to the wall curiously. There was a photo wall on it, covered with photos.

"These are my friends."

Letty walked over and looked at the densely packed photos above with a smile.

Ethan clicked on the photo of one of the bald men, and you could feel his unruly aura through the photos. Letty had the most photos with him.

"Is this your boyfriend?"

"You take a rest here first. If you are hungry, there is food in the refrigerator."

Letty did not answer his question, but gave a general introduction to the layout of the house. After that, she looked at Ethan: "I'm going out to find out some information."

"Don't run around and wait for news from me."

"OK, Got it."

Ethan sat down on the sofa. He was unfamiliar with this place, so of course he would not act rashly when he had a choice.

Letty didn't say anything else. After a few words of explanation, she walked out of the cabin in a hurry.

The sun shines on the bed, and the eyelashes tremble slightly.

A rapid ringtone broke the silence in the room. He reached for the phone with his slender arm, and a confused voice sounded:

"This is Rivera."

"Report your current location." An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Rivera suddenly woke up: "Sir, I'm on vacation at home."

"The vacation is over and something big happened. Someone shot Senator McLaughlin. It is currently speculated that it was an illegal Mexican immigrant who did it."

"That's our remit, get out on the street, get moving and get that guy."

"Okay, sir."

Rivera quickly hung up the phone, lifted up the quilt, and revealed her graceful figure.

She took the nightgown and put it on, walked quickly to the living room, picked up the remote control, turned it on, and tuned to the local news channel.

On the TV screen, a video clip was being played repeatedly.

The senator was shot, and the media cameras turned around and quickly zoomed in on a building.

Behind the parapet, stood a dark-haired man holding an AR-15 and wearing a mask.

Senator McLaughlin's issues have always been aimed at Mexican illegal workers and smugglers. The moment they saw this man, everyone naturally mistook him for a Mexican.

"Authorities say the suspect is extremely dangerous."

"It is suspected that this person is an illegal immigrant, and it is believed that the suspect is still carrying weapons. If any citizens see this person, please contact the police immediately."

On the TV, the female anchor was reporting the news with a serious face.

The man holding the gun also froze behind the female anchor, and the screen zoomed in to give a close-up.

Rivera saw the gunman's clothes and the remote control in his hand fell on the carpet.