My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

At midnight, the neighborhood had become quiet.

Many houses still have lights on, and most people have gone to bed.

The Dodge Challenger approached the curb and came to a slow stop.

"Is this where you live?"

Jia Bo looked around and saw the densely packed houses. His expression was a little disgusting: "Are you being too stingy?"

He is one of the few people who knows Ethan's approximate income.

I thought it would be a private courtyard with beautiful scenery and no one around, but I didn't expect it to be in such a middle-class neighborhood.

The distance between the two houses is only two or three meters, and the privacy is too poor.

"I just came to Chicago, keep a low profile!"

Ethan took out the car keys, raised his eyebrows and said, "How about you help buy a mansion?"

"roll!"

Jabber raised his middle finger: "You bastard are much richer than me."

Looking at the small building with a single courtyard next to it, Zheng Lailai shrugged, not knowing what was wrong with it.

Compared to the place where I lived before, this place is already paradise.

After closing the car door, the three people walked into the house carrying heavy bags.

It took two or three trips to move all the things in the car to the living room. What Jiabo said just now also reminded Ethan.

I am not short of money, and I have gained a lot this time. I really need to consider changing my house.

You could say that the people here in the United States are indifferent and very nosy.

A white man and two Asians walked back and forth several times carrying a lot of packages in the middle of the night.

If you are unlucky and someone sees you, the patrol will definitely come to your door tomorrow.

Close the door and turn on the heat.

The living room quickly became warm.

Ethan took off his coat and took out a bottle of Macallan whiskey and three glasses from the wine cabinet.

"friends!"

He sat directly on the two stacked money bags and filled three glasses of wine: "Welcome to Chicago, and may friendship last forever."

"Of course!"

Jia Bo sniffed and looked at Zheng Lailai, then picked up one of the glasses of wine.

"It's a pleasure to be your friend."

Seeing this, Zheng Lailai also picked up a cup.

The three of them raised their glasses together, and Ethan whispered: "Drink to win!"

"Bang!"

There were a few crisp crashes, and they drank the wine in their glasses in one gulp.

"Ahem!" Zheng Lailai didn't react until she finished drinking the wine. She choked and said, "What the hell were you talking about just now?"

"Don't look at you two as Chinese!"

Ethan poured more wine into the cup: "I am fluent in Chinese than you are, so don't bother Fake and think about saying bad things about me behind my back."

"Don't worry." Jia Bo pointed out his middle finger:

"I would only say bad things about you to your face."

"Hahaha!"

It’s been a long time since he had such an open-hearted chat with someone of his own. Ethan smiled and took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette for himself:

"Get down to business first and count the harvest!"

Beside the living room table, in addition to the gun bag, there were eight travel bags piled up.

This is a big project, and my money counting machine is definitely a big deal.

The three of them started to open the bag and took out the money.

After holding it for a while, Jabber scratched his bald head and said, "All the ones I have here are Franklins, what about yours?"

"Same."

"All of them!"

"Stop counting." Jiabo shook his head: "I'll count them one by one until dawn."

"What should we do?"

Ethan grabbed two large piles of bills and threw them on the table.

When Jabo saw the electronic scale next to the TV, his eyes lit up. He quickly got up and took the scale and put it on the table.

Next, he took out the banknotes and piled them on top.

Ethan took it out from the bag, Jia Bo calculated the weight, and Zheng Lailai put the weighed money back into the bag.

A set of workflow flows like clouds and flowing water.

It didn't take long before the weight of all the cash was weighed.

"To round up, it's two hundred and fifty-four pounds."

Jabber added up all the weights and quickly came up with the total.

Unexpectedly, a hundred-dollar bill would be worth one day. The scene before his eyes made Zheng Lailai's breath become hot.

Jiabo picked up his phone and pressed quickly on it:

"The weight of one hundred dollars is 1.05 grams. The total cash here is more than 12 million!"

As soon as this number was calculated, Jia Bo couldn't help but click his tongue.

When they were in Banshee Town, the money in the Genoa Marine Corps training base was only 15 million, and they were forced to give up because the risk was too high.

Now without spending much effort, I have obtained more than 12 million in cash.

Jiabo reached into his arms and threw the bearer check from the Swiss Bank lightly on the table:

"There's another ten million here."

It's not like they haven't seen big money before, but this is the first time for such an amount.

Cash plus cashier's check, totaling more than 22 million.

Ethan secretly gave Brother Black a thumbs up. Although the process was a bit disgusting, who would have thought that a cup of coffee could bring such great benefits.

"Let's talk!"

Zheng Lailai took a deep breath and stood up with a smile: "I'm going to take a shower."

"Wait a moment!"

Ethan spread his hands: "What do you mean?"

"I can't take the money." Zheng Lailai shook his head and said firmly: "You saved my life and helped me solve Harlow's matter."

"This is enough for me, I can't ask for more!"

"sit down!"

Ethan nodded to the seat with a commanding attitude: "Neither Jaber nor I are solitary eaters, don't worry!"

"I did not mean that!"

Zheng Lailai had no choice but to sit down. She still said seriously: "I have gained a new life. This is the most important thing."

"I can't take this money."

Ethan reached out and patted the travel bag placed on the table, then looked at Jabber.

Jia Bo lit up his cigarette, looking like he could do anything.

After tapping his fingers on the travel bags for a while, Ethan made up his mind. He grabbed two travel bags and threw them at Zheng Lailai.

"Bang!"

A heavy object hit, and Zheng Lailai subconsciously reached out to block it.

The total weight of more than sixty kilograms led her to fall behind the sofa.

"These two bags are yours." Ethan pointed with his finger: "There are about three million in them."

"No matter where you go to live in the future, this place will be enough for you."

Harlow's words today made it very clear that there are hidden forces behind the Killer Championship, and Zheng Lailai will have to live in hiding from now on.

Three million here is enough for her to start a new life.

This money is not a lot of money. According to Ethan's current salary and income, he would have to work for more than forty years to earn it without food or drink.

Zheng Lailai gritted her teeth as she thought about what would happen in the future:

"Thanks."

"You deserve this!" Ethan waved his hand, saying that he didn't need to take it to heart.

She was involved in the matter, and she really should have a share.

Seeing the way she hugged her travel bag tightly, Jiabo couldn't help but asked curiously: "According to your skills, you should have made a lot of money, right?"

"No!"

Zheng Lailai shook his head slowly: "I am a killer trained by the Triads. I have many things, but they are not mine."

She raised her head and showed a happy smile:

"This time is my chance to truly live my own life."

"Wishing you a new beginning!" Jia Bo nodded and picked up the wine glass.

"That's right!" Ethan smiled at Zheng Lailai: "The guy next to you can help you get a new identity."

"You can start your new life from now on."

Zheng Lailai put down the two travel bags, picked up the cup, and nodded to the two of them.

The rest is very simple.

Ethan and Jabber followed the usual practice of adding two to one to make five.

For Jiabo's convenience, he kept all the cash. When the time comes, Jiabo will transfer another five hundred thousand to himself, which is roughly the same amount.