My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The next day, Ethan woke up early.

The sun fell on Rivera's face, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

After gently rubbing her delicate cheeks with his thumb for a while, Rivera finally woke up.

"Um!"

"What are you doing? My back is sore~"

Rivera stretched out lazily and patted Ethan's big hand off her body.

After struggling in the middle of the night and sleeping on the sofa for a few hours, she now only felt sore and bloated.

"Where?"

Ethan's hands slid down from her shoulders, along the delicate skin to her waist and eyes.

"Hmm~"

Rivera hummed a few times, closed her eyes again, and rested her head comfortably on Ethan's strong arm.

After a few more minutes, Ethan let go.

"Snapped."

There was a crisp sound under the white quilt.

He turned over and sat up, picking up the jersey on the ground: "Get up, otherwise Letty will see you when she comes over."

"Bang."

A sofa pillow hit Ethan on the head, and Rivera gritted her teeth and stood up from the sofa.

She stepped on the sofa, jumped forward, and jumped on Ethan's back.

Like an octopus, wrap him tightly:

"I want to take a shower, you carry me there."

"no problem."

Ethan had no choice but to throw away his jersey, kick away the empty wine bottles on the floor, and stride towards the restroom nearby.

An hour later, Ethan threw all the empty wine bottles on the floor into garbage bags, folded the bedding, and placed it on the sofa.

The two put on their clothes, cleaned up the messy sofa, lay on it and watched variety shows on their laptops.

Not long after, the rolling shutter door was banged:

"Guys, I'm coming in."

Rivera directly picked up the remote control panel and raised the rolling shutter door.

"You guys look like you're doing well." Letty walked in fiercely, took off her sunglasses, and raised her eyebrows at Rivera, who was leaning in Ethan's arms.

Ethan smiled: "What did you bring us? Please, you must have clothes."

"Of course, today is a good day. I brought you a new set of clothes."

Letty stepped forward and placed the two large paper bags in her arms on the table:

"I also brought you some food."

"Thanks."

Rivera had been hungry for a long time, so she quickly dug out a fresh croissant with several bottles of milk and fruit in it.

Another bag contained a suit and leather shoes.

"sorry to bother you."

Ethan took the clothes and thanked him profusely.

"Don't say that. What you have done for us people is worth my efforts." Letty put her sunglasses on the table and bent down to sit down:

"I believe that after this time, they will no longer attack stowaways unscrupulously in the future."

Ethan nodded, picked up his clothes and walked to the bathroom.

After a while, he twisted his coat and walked out.

He walked straight to the weapons wall, took an armpit holster from it, put it on skillfully, and then stuffed the Glock and Python revolvers into the holster.

Putting on the coat, the two pistols were perfectly covered.

He's not a West Coast street kid with two pistols dangling from his jersey pants, making it inconvenient for him to run.

He put the No. 8 jersey he had changed into into his backpack, took the bread from Rivera, and ate it.

After brunch, Ethan and Letty went over the details again.

After making sure everything was okay, Rivera contacted her friend.

After she hung up the phone, Ethan took the Bumblebee key that Letty threw and the two of them drove towards the interstate.

Half an hour later, I saw a silver Jaguar parked on the roadside from a distance.

A long-legged beauty was sitting at the front of the car.

The woman looked around, smoking anxiously.

Ethan slowed down and looked around:

"Are you sure it's safe?"

"The news about me is only in a small circle now, isn't it?" Rivera patted the Glock on the holster:

"She is from the opposition party. It's too late to thank me."

Ethan nodded and slowly moved the car over.

Rivera picked up a small bag containing most of the evidence and opened the car door.

When she saw Bumblebee parked next to her, the long-legged beauty threw away her cigarette butts and strode forward to greet him, not forgetting to glance at the driver.

Ethan wore wide sunglasses and covered most of his face to avoid her gaze.

He held the pistol in his hand and looked around carefully, especially the cars driving up from behind.

Outside the car, Rivera was chatting hurriedly with the long-legged beauty.

The long-legged beauty directly performed a face-changing trick on Ethan. First he was curious, then shocked, and finally excited.

After a while, she nodded again.

The two hugged, and Rivera handed her the bag in her hand, turned around and walked back to the car.

The woman also ran back to the silver cheetah in a hurry, turned on her car lights, and quickly left the scene.

"Let's go, everything has been explained."

Rivera breathed a sigh of relief and closed the car door.

"OK."

Ethan turned the steering wheel and merged into traffic.

Looking at the time on the bus, it was now eleven o'clock in the morning, and there were still two hours before the show started.

Hospital, VIP ward.

Senator John McLaughlin stood energetically in front of a tall full-length mirror, while several aides were helping him arrange his clothes.

In the past two days, the support rate has been rising.

Affected by the good news, he was now radiant and rosy.

An assistant noticed this and quickly instructed the makeup artist to make his face look paler.

Booth held a cane and stood by the window, looking at the crowd below.

There was no joy on his face, but worry.

He had a sleepless night after receiving the news from the police station last night.

It was obvious that he had found a thorn in his side. It was impossible for a female Immigration Bureau agent to escape successfully leaving behind more than a dozen burnt corpses.

Things have developed to this point, and it is difficult to get off the horse.

He had mobilized all the power around him to hunt down those two people, but Booth didn't believe that the bastard couldn't be killed.

"Mr. Booth, you're ready, we have two minutes."

Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he finally reacted and turned around quickly.

"what's on your mind?"

McLaughlin frowned and said seriously: "Today's press conference is very important, cheer up."

"Sorry, Senator."

Booth nodded quickly and apologized, quickly walked to the door and turned the handle.

"Show time." McLaughlin smiled in the full-length mirror, held up his tie, then swung his sleeves and strode out of the ward.

The shot he was shot by, under the deliberate control of the man in leather, just missed him.

A little scratch, but almost healed.

"Slow down."

Booth hurriedly walked behind him, following in small steps.

When we arrived at the stairs, we could already hear the roaring sounds in the hall on the first floor below.

Today was a rare big scene, as dozens of news media gathered in the hospital.

This is a press conference that no media reporter is willing to miss. After all, the shooting of a senator is also a matter of concern across the United States.

McLaughlin moved his facial expression and was about to walk down.

"Wait a minute, cane."

Booth whispered a reminder and handed him the black cane.

"Um."

McLaughlin took the cane, adjusted his walking posture, grabbed the handrail, and limped down.

The host of the press conference received the notice and quickly raised the microphone:

"ladies and gentlemen."

"Welcome, Senator John McLaughlin."

There was a burst of applause at the end of the scene, flashlights flashed, and white light lit up.

This moment was the highlight of McLaughlin's life.