My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Don't like queuing?"

Rusek was confused, but he could only follow Ethan forward.

The handsome Ethan received many flirtatious looks.

He had long been accustomed to facing this kind of gaze.

Walking to the front of the queue, people here are anxiously waiting to enter.

Due to fire regulations, the number of people entering the venue must be strictly controlled.

But doctrine is doctrine and reality is reality.

As with anything, this is all flexible and the scale is entirely up to the control security.

"Hi, Joe."

Ethan stretched out his palm from his trouser pocket and waved at the burly security guard standing in the soft rope guardrail: "Long time no see, how are you doing?"

The security guard subconsciously high-fived Ethan, but his voice was a little unusual.

The security guard who controlled the field was very familiar with this kind of touch. He glanced down quickly from the corner of his eyes, and Franklin's head appeared in the gap in his palm.

He immediately smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern. I'm doing pretty well lately."

After speaking, he took off the soft rope from the pillar.

"Please, we've been waiting for half an hour."

This move caused protests from those at the front of the queue.

The security guard held up his strong arms and looked at him coldly. The protest soon died down.

Ethan waved back and walked in.

"Is he friends with you?"

Rusek asked curiously, following closely behind him.

"I do not know him."

Ethan smiled and said: "But he knows Franklin, that's enough."

This made sense, and Rusek wished he could say something like this. He patted his empty trouser pockets and waved helplessly.

"Ethan."

Erin's voice came from the headset: "You and Rusek only have three hundred funds for tonight's activities, and now you have lost one hundred. After you buy the tickets, you will have more than one hundred left."

"You're not going to stand there all night with a bottle of beer, are you?"

Their reconnaissance mission tonight requires taking pictures of everyone who appears around Snyder, which means staying until he leaves.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing?"

Ethan said calmly and paid to enter.

After passing through the two soundproof doors, Ethan's face went numb, his hair trembled slightly, and the violent electronic music came over like circles of air waves.

Their heartbeats instantly accelerated a few beats.

Looking around, the nightclub is divided into two floors. In front of the DJ booth is a huge dance floor, where men and women are jumping crazily and venting their worries.

"over there."

Soon Rusek found the target, he leaned into Ethan's ear and shouted.

Looking in the direction he pointed, several old black men with big gold chains were hugging each other on a booth near the dance floor, twisting their bodies to the electronic music.

The man in the middle of the booth had a scar at the corner of his eye.

Confirmed to be Snyder without a doubt.

The neon lights flashed, and Antonio had difficulty identifying the environment inside.

He rubbed his chin, shook his head and said:

"We're in trouble."

"Why do you say that?" Eileen put down the monitoring headphones. It was too noisy inside.

"Snyder's position, next to the infield."

Antonio said with a headache: "It's so far away from the bar, so I can't take any useful images."

"Two men, Ethan and Rusek, can't dance in front of other people's booths all night. Even fools know there's something wrong."

"That's right."

Gene tried to adjust the picture, but to no avail: "Now we can only rely on them to improvise."

In the nightclub, Ethan also noticed this problem.

But this was a very easy solution for him. It was nothing more than spending money. Ethan put his arm around Rusek's shoulders and walked forward easily and naturally.

"What do they want to do?"

Erin asked in confusion as she saw the video footage getting closer and closer to Snyder.

"Please."

Antonio quickly grabbed the microphone: "Ethan, you can't really come here, right? It's not cheap here, and it can't be reimbursed."

Hearing the voice coming from the hidden headset, Rusek's steps panicked.

He also saw Ethan's intention.

Ethan turned a deaf ear and pushed him to a large booth, which was in a perfect location, facing Ned and his gang of old gangsters.

Seeing Ethan sitting down with a calm expression, Rusek had no choice but to sit down.

The worst thing is, I don’t need this month’s salary.

"You need to relax."

Ethan pulled Rusek and kneaded his shoulders a few times: "You don't look like you are out for fun. Be more natural, or I will kick you out."

"Don't worry about anything, I'm here."

At this moment, a uniformed waiter walked over quickly. He put his hands behind his back and said loudly with a smile:

"Sir, our booth has a minimum consumption."

"Is this enough?" Ethan raised his eyebrows and lifted his coat, showing the corner of Franklin in his inner pocket.

"Thank you for your generous gift."

Seeing the thick wad of money that appeared on the screen, Ivekoli let out a few exclamations.

"He's spending a lot of money." Horsted said sourly: "Rusek is a lucky bastard."

The waiter's eyes lit up and his smile grew wider.

He quickly took out the drink list from behind and handed it to Ethan respectfully: "Sir, are you two people?"

"Do you need some female companions for you?"

The female companion he talks about is not an atmosphere group.

They also come here to play like Ethan, they are all young and beautiful but cash-strapped girls who like to go to nightclubs and join in the fun.

Not only can you have some free drinks and have fun, but you can also find a partner for the night.

These are the experiences imparted by Jia Bo.

Ethan took out a hundred dollars from his pocket, stretched out his hand and handed it to the waiter: "I like natural ones, it doesn't matter if I have a few more."

"asshole."

His words could be heard clearly in the surveillance car, and Irene muttered in a low voice.

Gene and Horsted nodded enviously: "Yeah, what a bastard."

The waiter took the money and nodded heavily.

Ethan grabbed his collar again, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "No black ones."

"It's not discrimination, it's purely personal taste."

The waiter smiled and said, "I understand, sir."

After confirming that he understood what he meant, Ethan Shishiran picked up the drink list and had a cocktail. Champagne was also a must, and whiskey was the top priority.

I haven't been out to play for a long time, so I can take the opportunity to relax tonight.

Watching his fingers tapping, the waiter quickly wrote down what he wanted.

"Okay, that's it."

With a swipe of his finger, Ethan covered the sheet and showed it to the waiter.

"Okay, sir."

The waiter took the drink order with both hands: "Please wait a moment, I'll be here soon."

"Actually I think"

A few minutes later, Horsted looked at the drinks on the screen and said with envy: "Three people can observe more carefully."

"Yeah?"

Erin cast a look of disdain: "Why don't you call Hank and apply for a change of assignment."

When he mentioned Hank, he immediately shrank his neck:

"Haha, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously."