My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

“Very well understood.”

Jiabo laughed and said, "I don't know if it's the senator who is unlucky, or you who are unlucky."

"Or maybe this Michael Booth is unlucky."

"It's not a good idea to look for someone to be the scapegoat, but I chose your mother to mess with Fake."

With the energy of a senator, implementing such a torture plan would have been foolproof, if Goat Hubus had found just an ordinary illegal worker.

According to their arrangement, the person used as a scapegoat would only be beaten to death on the spot in the office building.

If they were smart, they would make the scapegoat's body disappear without a trace.

However, it was Ethan who they found.

Now, there is no possibility of relaxation between the two parties. Even if Ethan is willing to pay to keep silent, the senator will not risk losing his political life to negotiate with him.

People who can sit in this position will not miss any opportunity to clean up the trouble.

The same is true for Ethan, who is bound to take revenge.

This is why Jiabo said he understood it very thoroughly. Both sides are in the same situation.

"Is it difficult to find Michael Booth's home address for me?" Ethan looked at the people on the TV, his eyes flashing coldly.

The senator is still in the hospital, and the guards must be extremely tight now. Let's start with Booth first.

Jia Bo snapped his fingers and entered working mode:

"No problem, I've found all the simple information."

"According to the information published on the Internet, Booth is a local from your place. Give me one and a half hours, and I will even solve the electronic security system in his home for you."

"As expected of Jiabo, I will treat you to a drink when I go back."

Ethan hung up the phone. It would be easier if he had a clue. This time he wanted to ask about the stowaways as well.

There are two missed calls on the phone, both from Letty.

He called back, and like Jabber, Letty said Goatee's name quickly.

She often paid attention to the senator's information and knew the people around him relatively well. When she saw the photo sent by Ethan, she recognized him at a glance.

It's just that Leti is still outside and won't be back for a while, so let him wait first.

She originally had to wait for information from Jabo, but Ethan told her not to worry.

Having locked the target, he lay contentedly on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested his mind. There was still work to do next.

Ten minutes later, Ethan's ears twitched.

When he came over with Leti, he had already noticed that her residence was quite remote.

I had been here for so long and didn't hear the sound of a car.

But now, I heard a slight movement.

He opened his eyes, rolled over and stood up, holding the Glock in his hand.

Turn on the radar and there are two cars outside.

It is easy to judge that there are three white dots sitting together in the front and four white dots sitting together in the back, a total of seven people.

Ethan picked up a sharp knife from the knife rest in the kitchen next to him and walked lightly towards the door.

Outside the wooden house, a blue Mustang and a black Passat stopped cautiously when they were still twenty meters away from the house.

"Are you sure this is where it is?"

There was no vehicle parked in front of the wooden house. The man in leather clothes looked back with cold eyes: "If you dare to give directions randomly, I guarantee that I will chop you into pieces."

The man with black-framed glasses nodded crazily. His face was already covered with sweat, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it.

If Ethan were here, he would recognize him as the organizer of the street fighting competition who gave Ethan the five hundred dollars.

It's just that now, he no longer has the energy to play tricks on others.

The man in leather opened the door and sat on the front of the Mustang. Others also got out of the car, lifted their coats, and took the submachine guns hanging on their shoulders.

The man with black-rimmed glasses looked at the scene in front of him, his thighs trembling.

The man in leather clothes looked at one of them and pointed at the wooden house with the comb in his hand.

The man nodded, grabbed the submachine gun and put it behind his back, carefully walking towards the cabin.

With so many people at the scene, it should have been very noisy, but now all you could hear was the faint sound of his walking, which seemed extremely weird.

The person who inquired about the situation glanced at his feet.

Finding his footing, he stepped on both ends of the wooden steps and walked up, trying not to make any noise.

When he came to the wooden door, he swallowed and moved closer to the cat's eye, trying to observe the changes in light in the room.

"puff."

A sharp knife pierced the wooden door, passed through his mouth and passed through the back of his head.

The bleeding tip of the knife appeared in front of everyone at the scene.

"L."

There was a sound of dripping water, followed by the smell of urine.

"boom."

The man with black-framed glasses looked at the bloody hole in his chest, his vision went dark, and he threw himself on the ground.

The leather-coated man looked at him with disgust, put away his pistol, and used a comb to tidy up his hair:

"Okay, let's surround him and capture him."

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and the remaining four people picked up submachine guns and advanced in small steps, forming a circle around the cabin.

Ethan looked at the radar and saw a white dot slowly approaching him.

He raised the sharp knife in his hand and pointed it at the wooden door.

The positions almost overlapped, and Ethan's arms thrust out like lightning.

As he stabbed out the sharp knife, he retreated.

In just one second, Ethan retreated to the bedroom and lay on the ground at the same time,

However, the expected hail of bullets did not come.

There was a gunshot outside, and he stopped. Ethan was stunned for a moment when he saw a light spot disappearing from the radar.

But he didn't take it seriously for a while. It would be best if the people outside started fighting among themselves and died.

But such a good thing didn't happen. Of the five light spots left, one stayed in place, and the remaining four spread out and surrounded the wooden house.

After confirming that there was no surveillance in the house, the gun in Ethan's hand flashed and was replaced by a silver Sand Eagle.

The entire cabin is made of wood, so go through the wall to find out more.

He slowly crawled towards the bedroom without making a sound.

There was a light spot going around to the side, moving slowly, only two or three meters away from him.

Ethan raised the silver sand eagle, the light spots were parallel.

"Bang bang bang."

After several loud noises, three small holes were opened in the wooden wall. Through the light at the hole, the blood mist rising outside could be seen.

The gunshot sounded like a starting gun.

The remaining three light spots also quickly approached, and someone pulled the trigger directly inside.

The bullets penetrated the wooden wall and tore apart the objects inside the wooden house crazily.

Objects in the kitchen were shattered on the floor, and the lint in the sofa exploded.

Killing through walls is difficult when the distance is far, and the accuracy cannot be guaranteed, but it doesn't matter, we also have submachine guns.

Ethan lay on the ground, and the silver Sand Eagle in his hand was instantly replaced by an Uzi submachine gun.

"Da da da."

Within a second or two, all the bullets in the magazine flew out. The powerful force of the arm firmly controlled the aiming head. The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground outside was heard, and the light spots in the radar disappeared.

The submachine gun ran out of bullets, and there was a sound of empty fire.

The person in front seized the opportunity, slammed into the window, turned over and squatted down.

In front of him appeared a Python revolver.