My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"That's right, fucking world."

A sweet-looking girl in a floral dress walked over from the side.

Her long golden hair hung down like a waterfall. The girl kissed Booth on the cheek and walked to the chair next to her to sit down.

"I should take you to the dentist and give you a good mouth wash."

Booth glanced at her with dissatisfaction, but his eyes were full of endearment: "April, why did you just get up? Eat something quickly."

"Please, Daddy."

April took the plate and said nonchalantly: "Someone shot a senator in public. This is not what the fucked up world is."

"It really is fucked up."

Mrs. Booth took her foot back dissatisfied and looked at him resentfully.

He didn't dare to say anything, so he stood up and took a tortilla. He noticed that April was not wearing underwear under her clothes. Booth reached out and nodded:

"Even if you are at home, you should pay attention."

April pushed back her long blond hair, straightened her chest without caring, and picked up a cigarette:

"Please, don't be so old-fashioned."

"Do you know how popular my page is? My fans like to see me like this, and I also like to let them see me like this."

Booth was stunned: "Home page, what home page?"

April lit up the cigarette and rolled her eyes: "You don't have to worry about it. I will treat this as my career in the future."

April's mother gave her a gentle kick.

Booth shrugged: "It's a good thing you found your goal. Eat less flour in the future. That stuff is not good for your health."

"Let's smoke leaves. Don't you young people like that the most?"

"Okay, stop being so long-winded."

April interrupted him dissatisfied and started eating breakfast.

A blue Mustang car came to the park in the middle of the street. After turning around twice, it slowly stopped in front of several people. The man driving the car looked unkind.

The others took a few steps back, but the man wearing black-rimmed glasses stayed put.

The man driving the Mustang was wearing a black leather jacket and was Booth's subordinate. He glanced at the black-rimmed glasses:

“Where’s the food truck here?”

A smile immediately appeared on his plump face with black-framed glasses. He spoke Spanish quickly and raised his arms, showing a very powerful look.

After the leather-clad man watched his performance for a while, he said impatiently:

"please speak English."

"No problem at all."

The black-rimmed glasses pointed at the Colt M1911 with a silencer installed on it, and quickly raised his hands: "I haven't seen her today. She should be resting."

"she?"

The man in leather clothes raised his eyelids: "Listening to what you said, you must know where she lives. You should know her, right?"

"do not know."

The black-framed glasses shook his head quickly, shaking the flesh on his face.

The man in the leather jacket moved his gun and pointed it at his crotch:

"Do you recognize him?"

"know!!!"

He nodded violently with black-rimmed glasses, sweat sticking out of his forehead.

Under the threat of gunpoint, he had no choice but to get into the car obediently. In the back seat of the Mustang, there was a man wearing a denim jacket sitting with a submachine gun in his hand.

Looking at the gun in front of him, his face stiffened, but he had no choice but to get into the car.

Satisfied, the man in leather clothes used a comb to tidy up his parted hair and moved forward.

Behind him, there was also a black car following.

What happened did not escape the eyes of other workers on the scene. They looked at each other. Some smart people felt something was wrong and got up and left.

A few minutes later, another silver BMW drove up.

Rivera opened the door, and the red food truck that usually parked here was nowhere to be seen.

Not only that, there are also many fewer workers who usually wait here for work.

Faced with this situation, Rivera was even more convinced that she had found her goal.

These bastards must be hiding after they just did something like that.

She turned around and got into the car, turned the steering wheel and drove out of the city. She had been spying on Leti for some time and knew her whereabouts very well.

If the food truck runs away, the house can't run away.

In the cabin, after Letty left, Ethan turned on the TV.

I tuned into the local news channel, and sure enough it was all about the assassination of a senator.

Senator McLaughlin's campaign scenes, slogans, and slogans were also played on TV again and again.

Ethan shook his head, hoping Letty could find clues about the goatee as soon as possible.

He is not an ordinary illegal worker. That mother-in-law Fake has found the wrong person this time, and he must pay the price.

On the TV, the camera turned and a familiar figure appeared.

Goatee, big back hair.

Although it flashed by, Ethan captured it, and that bastard was actually present at the scene.

He quickly took out his cell phone and approached the TV.

He picked up the remote control and switched channels. The scene just now was played repeatedly on the TV. This time, the appearance of the goatee was clearly captured on his mobile phone.

Ethan returned to the sofa, took a look, and confirmed that it was the goatee, and quickly sent the photos to Jabber and Letty respectively.

Try a two-pronged approach to see if you can find the person's identity.

Not even a minute later, the phone rang. I pressed the answer button, and Jiabo's voice immediately rang:

"Ethan, I found out who that person is."

Ethan was shocked: "I knew your skills were great, but I didn't expect it to be so great. You found the clue in just a few dozen seconds?"

Jiabo on the other end of the phone smiled helplessly, biting his cigarette and browsing the web:

"It has nothing to do with technology at all."

"The person in the photo you sent can be found by just searching."

"His name is Michael Booth, and he's a campaign aide to Senator John McLaughlin."

"Waterfa?"

Ethan was confused and his head was a little knotted:

"Are you serious?"

"very serious."

Jabber took the beer next to him and took a sip, then clicked on a link: "And I know what it is about."

"you say."

Ethan squeezed the phone tightly, he also guessed a little bit.

Jia Bo licked his lips and said with a smile:

"Approval ratings, everything is about being re-elected as a senator. It's not a loss to get shot in the leg for that seat."

"Farke."

Ethan cursed secretly, saying that he was taken advantage of this time.

I also understood why the leather-clad man shot before me.

Of course, for such an important matter, you can rest assured that you can do it yourself.

That's their boss. It's impossible to really let someone who doesn't know where they come from take a shot. What if the shot misses.

Ethan looked at the TV. No wonder the media's cameras locked onto his position so quickly.

All this is arranged.

Jiabo's voice continued to ring on the phone: "Now, do you understand your situation?"

"certainly."

Ethan grinned and said: "Me and that senator, only one of us can survive."