My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

By Lake Michigan, the cold wind howls.

Ethan stepped on the frozen, hard ground and closed the car door with a bang.

Protect the lighter with your hand and light the cigarette.

A wisp of green smoke just emerged and was immediately blown away by the lake breeze.

"Yo."

Teisser pressed the blue hat and shouted dissatisfied: "Can you go slower?"

"do you have any opinion?"

Ethan held a cigarette in his mouth and walked slowly up the river embankment.

Hank was responsible for collecting the protection money. He was just waiting to collect the money, so he hadn't seen this old black man for a long time.

Although they hadn't seen each other for a long time, Teisel was deeply impressed by him.

"No, of course I have no objection."

While he was talking, he felt an inexplicable pain under his ribs, and the muscle memory of the last time his ribs were buckled was still there.

Ethan put his hands in his pockets and looked toward Lake Michigan next to him.

Spring is coming, and the ice on the lake gradually begins to melt. Driven by the lake water, the broken ice is piled up densely, piece by piece.

Light blue ice, like pieces of broken glass, filled Lake Michigan.

This scene is like a dream.

Just as Ethan was facing Lake Michigan and admiring the beautiful scenery, Hank crossed his arms and walked up to Teisel and asked helplessly:

"Are you crazy? Why do you have to come here? I'm not afraid of freezing your brain."

"Tell me what's going on."

"I don't dare to be seen by acquaintances in the city. Then I won't be able to hang out in the future." Teisel took a deep breath of leaves, flicked his finger, and the hand-rolled cigarette fell to the ice:

"I'm in trouble now, someone's trying to steal my business."

"Fakeyu."

Ethan cursed and flicked the cigarette away.

The cold wind was howling and it was not strong enough to smoke, so he wrapped himself in his clothes and was about to leave.

Fighting and killing between gangs is as normal as eating and drinking. I am collecting protection fees, not being a nanny.

"Hey."

Seeing these two people turning around, Teisel was immediately furious:

"You two bastards, do you want this?"

"I've been paying fees for so long, and now I'm in trouble, so you can't help me, right?"

Hank's thoughts were similar to Ethan's, and he walked down the lake embankment with a cold face.

It's the coldest time before spring. Who wants to be here with the cold wind blowing and listen to him talk about trivial things.

"Fake, don't go, this is war."

Teisel waved his hand vigorously and shouted loudly: "Gang war, this is not a small thing like you think."

Hearing this, Hank stopped:

"are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm talking about war."

Teisel excitedly took out a leaf and lit it again: "I'm not kidding, there are a group of outsiders who want to come here to steal business."

"Every time something like this happens, you know, there's no shortage of blood, corpses, and gunfire."

"Who is it?"

Hank walked back quickly and asked in a deep voice.

His attitude has always been this, to be stable and not to have chaos. If what Teisel said is true, it will often cause great chaos.

"Salvadorian."

The corners of Teisel's eyes twitched and he took a deep breath of the leaf.

"Shet."

Hank also gritted his teeth and furrowed his eyebrows.

This is a more terrifying existence than Mexicans and Colombians. El Salvador is a small country in Central America with a population of more than six million. According to incomplete statistics, at least one in ten people is involved with gangs.

To say it is a gang country is an understatement.

Due to the extremely poor economic situation, a large number of young adults and gang members came here illegally.

The vast majority of these people have no education and are not willing to work like illegal Mexican workers. Licking blood is the only option for most of them.

There is no problem at all in describing the behavior of these people as extremely cruel.

Organizations that have stabilized are okay. These people have found food and won't fight so hard. They are most afraid of grabbing business and territory.

"what's going on?"

Hank reached out his hand, snatched away Teisser's leaf, and threw it away.

Since the situation is serious, he cannot be allowed to smoke leaves and carelessly. The information is inaccurate and can kill people.

"then."

Teisel reached into his pocket, pulled out a small plastic bag and threw it over.

After Hank looked at it, Ethan took the bag.

Inside were several small red pills with a capital letter Y printed on them.

"this thing."

Teisel sniffed, gritted his teeth and said, "We call it Pink Y."

"A few days ago, a group of Salvadorans came to me and asked me to sell this thing. The profit would be six to four, six to them and four to us."

"You also know that this kind of thing is impossible to accept."

"The technical content of pills like this is not high. Our gang can also produce them by ourselves."

"Why sell other people's goods for no reason."

His eyes drifted, and he said excitedly: "And the Salvadorans have also issued a warning that all the goods in our hands must be stopped, and we can only sell them."

This kind of eating appearance is a bit ugly.

It is equivalent to absorbing the other party, or at least part of the other party's income.

These old gangsters are not easy to deal with. Ethan doesn't have to think about it to know that Teisel will definitely not agree to this kind of cooperation. It is very good that the other party is not killed directly.

"I refused and kicked people away."

Teisser continued: "Before the Salvadorans left, they made harsh words and only gave them three days to think about it."

"If we don't agree, they will come and grab it themselves."

He rolled his eyes and looked at Hank steadily: "Today is the fourth day."

"In the morning, in the next block, a leader disappeared."

"Not only him, but also his mistress, and two of his men."

Looking at the small pill in Ethan's hand, Teisel swallowed his saliva: "Where the incident occurred, there was a big letter Y drawn in blood, which was the same as the one on the pill. This meant that they were going to take action. "

"Not long ago, I contacted gang leaders in several nearby blocks. They all received warnings from Salvadorans a few days ago."

"According to my judgment, these people should want to eat up a small area nearby."

Hearing this, Hank's eyes narrowed.

No wonder there is talk of a gang war, and no wonder Teisel's performance is so tense.

Now, we have reached the conflict stage.

He glared at Teisel fiercely, then looked at Ethan: "Have we received any relevant reports today?"

"No." Ethan shook his head.

"No way." Teisel said with a wry smile: "You don't think that all murder cases can be brought to the police, do you?"

"I see."

Hank asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, what clues are there?"

"Hector."

Teisel gritted his teeth: "The person who took the lead in threatening me said his name was Hector."

"His neck is covered in tattoos."

"The back of the head." He said quickly: "Yes, there is also a long scar on the back of the head, as if it had been struck by a knife."

"knew."

Hank nodded, squinted his eyes and said, "Before we find that person, I suggest you hide for a while."

"Of course, I'm not stupid."

Teisel continued to take out the leaves and muttered.

"By the way." He remembered something again and said hurriedly: "Hector also said something at that time."

"He said that he hopes we can make smart choices and not be fools and offend Ms. Bowman. No one will survive."