My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Then it's settled."

Sumner picked up the telescope and watched Antonio push open the glass door of the restaurant: "What do you think of the interrogation room?"

"Cough cough cough~"

This time it was Ethan's turn to cough violently. He quickly wiped the corners of his mouth and put his hand down:

"I like your idea."

"You are very courageous. I like girls with courage."

Looking down at the palm on his thigh, Sumner immediately clamped it tightly: "Be serious, this is work."

"All right."

Ethan then took back his hand and raised the small telescope.

Antonio walked to a seat near the window and sat down in front of a Colombian man wearing a cowboy hat.

The sound of the two of them talking could also be heard in the headset.

"Be careful." Hank's voice came: "If anything goes wrong, rush in and save people immediately."

"receive!"

Ethan replied and let go of the walkie-talkie.

Cadillac SUVs and Olins' vehicles were parked outside the restaurant and surrounded them.

Not far away is the driveway into the city.

There was a constant flow of traffic on the road, and there were many trucks parked on the roadside.

In the restaurant, Antonio and the man named Cowboy kept talking.

As expected, even though Ba Zhao introduced him, the businessman's instinct still made the cowboy make tentative moves.

Faced with the threat of gunpoint, Antonio was not afraid of danger.

First he was angry, then scolded.

Finally, he raised his eight claws and used a series of punches to dispel the opponent's doubts.

After a while, when he saw the two people walking out of the restaurant in a hurry, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed the Python revolver into his holster.

Just now through the headset, I heard that the other party was holding a gun.

If Hank hadn't stopped repeatedly, he would have almost rushed in in desperation.

It doesn’t matter whether Munoz can be caught or not, not every case can be solved successfully.

He didn't want to lose a friend because of a scumbag.

"Attention."

Ethan pressed the intercom: "The two of them were crossing the green belt and walking towards the vehicles on the side of the road."

"Everyone, be careful."

Hank reminded: "This kind of vehicle usually has an escort, so don't expose it."

Stepping on the thick snow, Antonio followed the cowboy forward with his hands in his pockets.

When they came to the roadside, they passed the trucks until they stopped in front of an oil tanker.

"This is it."

The cowboy adjusted his hat and took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "Go to this place, park the car and leave directly."

He took out a rectangular object wrapped in oil paper from his pocket and patted it on his hand:

"Here's ten thousand dollars."

"Be careful and don't be nervous. As long as things are done well, there will be many opportunities to cooperate in the future, okay?"

"rest assured."

Antonio showed greedy eyes and quickly reached out to grab it: "I'm an OG too, so I'll have no problem doing anything."

The oil paper bag was pulled, but it didn't move at all.

The cowboy looked at Antonio with a half-smile, his eyes flashing: "Man, don't mind if I was offended just now."

"If you have a chance, ask your cousin in prison to say a nice word to me."

"Of course I won't mind." Antonio said cheerfully: "Everyone is just here to fool around, I understand."

Only then did the cowboy let go of his hand.

Antonio stuffed the money into his arms, pulled the door open and climbed into the cockpit.

He waved to the cowboy, started the tanker truck, and drove towards the toll station not far away.

The moment the vehicle started moving, there was indeed a car behind it that turned from the roadside and followed quickly.

Antonio drove calmly, turning the steering wheel.

After a while, he came to the toll booth in the second lane on the right, and he slowly stepped on the brakes.

He took out the toll and handed it to the staff at the kiosk.

Through the left rearview mirror, I saw a staff member wearing fluorescent clothing, roughly searching the vehicle and writing something on the writing pad in his hand.

The staff and the vehicle were separated at the first touch, and after going around half a circle, they returned to their previous position.

The guy gave a thumbs up in the direction of the toll booth, indicating that he could pass.

The railing rose, Antonio stepped on the accelerator, and the vehicle continued to move forward. What appeared in the rearview mirror was Rusek's face.

He didn't do anything unusual and continued to wait for the next car to arrive.

"There's a signal."

Sumner kept staring at the tracker placed beside him, and the red dot on it began to move.

Ethan started the vehicle and quickly left the parking lot.

Hank and Olinsky, who were nearby, also started their vehicles one after another and slowly followed.

Arriving at Latin Discount Plaza, Antonio parked the car at the designated location, turned off the engine, and left the keys in the car.

He closed the car door and left in a hurry without looking back.

After a while, he changed his clothes and came to another exit.

"How about it?"

Antonio asked hurriedly when he had just gotten into the car and had not yet settled down.

"Nothing happened yet."

Hank pressed the intercom: "Ethan, did you see anything unusual over there?"

"Hold on."

Ethan pressed the intercom and said in a deep voice: "I haven't seen the mouse yet."

After a while, a man in jeans walked straight towards the oil tanker. The man opened the door without any hesitation.

"coming."

He licked his lips and said, "I saw a mouse."

As he was talking, the tanker truck started and quickly drove away from this small commodity wholesale market.

When the tanker truck left, Ethan soon noticed a strange vehicle and followed it. These people were closely connected with each other and were very cautious.

Since the locator is installed, they don't have to attach it.

Ethan stepped on the accelerator, hanging from a distance, and pressed the intercom at the same time: "I said, do you want to call for backup? There are two people missing now."

"As long as you are here, what are you afraid of?"

Rusek's voice sounded, and he said nonchalantly: "Even a commando team will be of no use to you."

This flattery is too blunt.

Ethan let go of the walkie-talkie and couldn't help but grin. This guy is too sensible.

"No time to wait for backup."

Hank also said in a deep voice: "Everyone, please be careful later."

"receive."

Answers sounded one after another.

Sumner unbuckled her seat belt and she turned around, pressing her knees against the seat and pulling back.

Duang!

Hip surges.

The position was so convenient that Ethan couldn't hold back for a moment and slapped him.

The feel is really good, the bounce~~~

"asshole."

Sumner cursed and took the things he had put in the back row in advance.

Two long guns, and bulletproof vests.

She gave Ethan an annoyed look, took off her coat, put the bulletproof vest on her body, tightened the Velcro, and inserted the spare magazine.

The Remington shotgun was tucked between her legs along with the AR15, and she held the barrel with both hands.

He slid his palm up and down and winked at Ethan.

Good guy, it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten.

Ethan felt thirsty in his throat, stepped on the accelerator a little harder, and his eyes were filled with fire.

The Ford Interceptor roared and weaved left and right on the highway. (End of chapter)