My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Rivera walked straight to the TV, pulled out a Glock from the back, gritted her teeth and pointed the gun at Ethan.

Looking at her fingers outside the protective ring, Ethan walked into the living room:

"Can I trouble you to make something to eat? I'm hungry."

"You're just a bastard." Rivera still held up the gun, but the muzzle was lowered.

Ethan touched his belly and said helplessly:

"I know."

"I haven't eaten much all day and I'm really hungry."

Rivera firmly stuffed the Glock back behind the TV, turned and walked to the kitchen. After a while, she took out a bunch of ingredients from the refrigerator.

The sky also darkened, and Ethan turned on the lights in the house.

Then he walked to the kitchen counter and sat down. Rivera's house was quite unique. The kitchen kitchen counter and small bar were combined into one.

Sitting on the high stool, Ethan watched her chopping vegetables eagerly.

The corners of his mouth turned up and he said deliberately:

"I can't eat spicy food, can you put less chili?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Rivera grabbed a large handful of chili peppers and started cutting them.

Ethan simply put his chin on his hand and watched her cooking quietly.

Rivera's movements were very deft. It could be seen that she should often make food for herself, and the taste was spicy.

After a while, she poured a lot of chili rings into the pot and stir-fried them.

The large basketball shirt covered up her perfect figure, which was a pity, but her delicate, almost flawless face made Ethan fascinated.

Rivera couldn't stand being stared at by him, so she knocked on the pan twice:

"Are you going to tell me how things went?"

"Very well done."

Ethan smiled: "It's also a big gain, but when I'm hungry, I don't really want to talk."

Rivera had no choice but to speed up the stir-frying and add ground beef, eggs, onions, black pepper, etc. into it.

After a while, a large plate of unknown food was placed in front of him. Ethan tentatively called it stir-fried beef with chili and eggs.

Rivera took another large piece of toast from the side and cut it into slices with a knife.

With Ethan's stiff expression, Rivera put the stir-fried beef with chili and egg into slices of bread, and then cut it into triangles with a table knife.

Although he really wanted to ask her if she had rice, looking at the sharp knife, Ethan wisely grabbed this strange sandwich in his hand.

I took a bite carefully, but to my surprise, it tasted pretty good.

Rivera put down the knife, picked up a piece and started to eat it. After a few chews, she was so spicy that she stuck out her tongue.

Seeing Ethan eating with gusto, Rivera frowned:

"Didn't you say you can't eat spicy food?"

"I lied to you."

Ethan took the time to reply to her, making Rivera's eyebrows jump in anger.

After dinner, Rivera also put the afternoon's events behind her, and her anger also faded a lot.

This was exactly what Ethan was going for, to have something to eat and distract himself.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to communicate with a woman who is holding back her anger.

After resting for two minutes, the two came to the living room next to them and sat on the sofa. Looking at the bulging packages on the table, Rivera's curiosity aroused:

"Is this the evidence you said?"

"That's right."

Ethan nodded: "These things should prove that I didn't lie to you. Of course, you need to verify it."

"After all, I'm not from this state, and many people don't know me."

"Okay, leave it to me."

Although she knew that she could not afford to provoke this matter, not even her boss, her curiosity overcame everything, and Rivera hurriedly touched her suit jacket.

"Bring me the computer."

Ethan slapped her hand away and pointed to the laptop sitting far away.

For some reason, Rivera didn't have any resistance and listened to Ethan's instructions very obediently. She got up and took the computer next to her.

Ethan moved his shoulders, which felt a little itchy.

He pulled open the sleeves of his suit and lifted his coat in two or three strokes.

Rivera was stunned for a moment, a pile of green banknotes scattered in front of her.

Ethan picked up a stack of twenty-dollar bills, broke them casually, and flipped them through. They were all old bills with non-consecutive numbers.

Looking back, I saw Rivera standing blankly.

"Come on and help, why are you standing here?"

"oh."

Rivera replied silently, put down the laptop, and then counted the money in it with Ethan.

"Who are you?"

After a while, Rivera's voice sounded, but it didn't sound like a question, it was just out of curiosity.

"Hitman, gangster, mercenary, agent?"

Seeing that she was getting more and more outrageous, Ethan put the money in his hands together: "I said that I used to be a small leader of a pro-independence group, do you believe it?"

"I believe."

Rivera replied without hesitation: "You do have that fierce feeling in you, and your reaction to gun battles and explosions is also very calm. You are a person with stories."

"I just didn't expect you to have such a sense of justice."

Ethan piled all the money in front of him. He had done these actions several times and was very skilled.

"Actually, I used to be a town police officer."

When he said these words, the living room fell into silence.

"Snapped."

Rivera slapped the banknotes in her hand hard on Ethan's head. She couldn't believe a word of this bastard's words.

There is not much cash, only about 120,000.

Ethan glanced at Rivera, reached out, grabbed 30,000 yuan and threw it into her arms.

Rivera was at a loss: "What are you doing?"

"Blessed are you, this is the money Booth owes me. I haven't gotten it back yet. Don't worry, this is not robbery."

Ethan blinked quickly at her:

"Just think of it as my apology for keeping you tied up for so long, of course, if you don't dare to ask for it."

Seeing Ethan's stretched out hand, Rivera quickly grabbed the money in her hand:

"Who dares to ask for it? This is what I deserve."

Thirty thousand yuan is equivalent to half a year's salary of hers.

Now that Ethan has spoken, of course she will not let it go.

After Rivera happily accepted the money, the atmosphere between the two became more familiar, with a feeling of being one of their own.

The anger she had just suffered was also thrown to the east coast.

With the remaining money, Rivera gave Ethan a small backpack and asked him to pack it up.

The rest was the highlight. Ethan handed the black notebooks to Rivera and asked her to see if she knew anyone.

She read it for a while and kept exclaiming:

"This is the deputy chief of the police department."

"State Assemblyman."

"This is my boss's boss."

After reading it for a while, Rivera closed the notebook in shock, not daring to look at it anymore.

She only recognized a few of the names in it, but the content involved shocked her greatly.

If the content recorded above is true, it would cause a major earthquake in the political world if it were made public.

"I think this is the highlight."

Ethan shook the disc in his hand and opened the plastic box.