My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The three cups hit each other hard.

A glass of whiskey and two glasses of beer, under the light, emit a blurred color.

Take a sip and put it down again.

"Welcome to Banshee Town." Ethan shouted and threw the things in his hands into the sky.

"That's right."

Rusek laughed loudly and waved upward: "I'm glad to come to Banshee Town."

"party time."

Atwo also showed his big white teeth and the cash in his hand flew up.

Money rained down and flew in the air.

There were seven or eight hot Eastern European girls with good figures gathered next to them. They cheered and cheered, the white rabbit popped up, and their arms reached toward the sky crazily. It was a very ecstatic scene.

One is one, two is two, this money is for them to play with.

Rusek and Atwater naturally understand this truth and would not think of secretly stuffing two handfuls into their bodies.

It's quite fun to play with.

They are so poor that they cannot do such a tasteless thing.

So naturally, like Ethan, he enjoys the fun brought by wealth.

Sweet kisses and irresistible body contact followed one after another.

This enjoyment also made them smile.

After going crazy for a while, they stopped throwing money one after another. It was a long night and they had to play slowly.

After getting over the initial excitement, Rusek and Atwater sipped their beers and carefully looked around at the environment inside the club.

In the direction of the safe passage, the security personnel stand.

The location of the locker room, as well as the front door, all key points must be clearly understood.

I came here mainly to do business, and the two of them could still tell the difference between the important and the important.

Time passed quickly, and Ethan subconsciously looked in the direction of the front door. Dressed in a black dress, he quietly entered his field of vision.

Rebecca wore a high ponytail and a very dignified professional dress.

Her outfit was incompatible with the atmosphere of the scene.

The whole person looked very serious, exuding a sense of competence in every move he made.

Behind her were four men in black.

The men in black all walked behind Rebecca in an orderly manner.

The necks and arms of these people are covered with various tattoos. Those tattoos are very obviously different from those of Salvadorans, but they are similar to Bunker's.

A group of people walked inside along the passage next to the club.

Rebecca also nodded to regular customers from time to time, with a decent smile on her face.

Compared with before, her changes were earth-shaking.

From a naive, rebellious Amish girl to a strong woman.

Ethan drank up the whiskey in the glass in one gulp and slowly exhaled the alcohol. This guy really exceeded his expectations. Not only was he a Salvadoran, but he also got mixed up with white supremacists.

"My friend has arrived."

Ethan patted the shoulders of the two people next to him and stood up: "Stay here and don't run around."

"knew."

Rusek also noticed the group of people coming in. The aura of the woman in the middle was so powerful that it made him feel palpitated, and he nodded quickly.

Atwater put down his beer glass and said in a deep voice:

"You have to be careful and shout if something goes wrong."

"Don't worry." Ethan picked up a nut and threw it into his mouth and walked towards Rebecca.

On the other side, Rebecca also felt something.

She turned her head and stopped suddenly.

When she saw the man walking from the opposite side, her eyes were extremely complicated, including joy, loss, and sadness.

"Please stay."

Noticing someone coming over, two men in black suits stepped forward quickly and stretched out their arms to stop Ethan.

He didn't speak, just showed his white teeth to Rebecca.

"fine."

Rebecca finally came to her senses and waved: "This is my friend."

When talking about friends, his tone became more intense.

"Go to my office."

Rebecca looked at Ethan again, said softly, and then walked quickly back.

The two security guards immediately stepped aside when they heard Rebecca's words.

After making an OK gesture to Rusek and the others, Ethan waved his hands to follow Rebecca's footsteps.

Although it has been renovated, the general structure of the club is still the same as before. The group came to the backstage, passed through the blood-filled dressing room, and stopped in front of the innermost office.

"You guys go and have a rest." Rebecca opened the office door: "I'll let you know if anything happens."

"Okay, Ms. Bowman."

Several tough men nodded and walked to the lounge next to them.

"Bang~"

The door was closed, completely blocking out the messy sounds outside.

Ethan looked around. The floor of the office was covered with a thick layer of carpet and white fluff, which looked very clean and tidy.

The huge desk is placed in the middle of the room.

Rebecca put her handbag down on the table and walked to the wine cabinet next to her: "I remember, you like drinking whiskey, right?"

She stroked her short skirt with both hands and squatted on one knee:

"I bought a bottle of Macallan not long ago. The seller said it was a single malt, a fifty-year special edition."

"I don't understand either. Let's try it together."

Ethan moved his eyes. Next to the wine cabinet was a large sofa. On the wall opposite the sofa was a large display screen with twenty split screens monitoring the entire situation in the club.

Many of the surveillance areas inside are small, luxuriously decorated rooms, which look like they should be VIP rooms.

The brilliance of the picture is amazing.

"Is it expensive?"

Ethan looked away and asked.

"More than thirty thousand dollars." Rebecca stood up, holding a blue wine box in her hand.

Following her movements, the square wine bottle was taken out.

The brown wine looks very tempting.

"That should taste good."

Ethan walked to the desk on the soft carpet, pulled out the office chair and sat down.

"Too."

Rebecca held the wine bottle in one hand and two crystal glasses in the other and walked back to the desk: "After all, there are only a few expensive and bad things in the world."

"Bang~"

The cork was opened and the wine poured out.

The tangy aroma filled the room.

She sat down on the large leather office chair inside the desk, held up the wine glass with her slender white fingers, and looked at Ethan with a smile from the corner of her eyes.

"boom."

The two crystal glasses clinked together gently, and then they drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the empty cups, the two people asked in unison:

"Where have you been during this time?"

"Washington."

"Chicago."

They both replied at the same time.

"Wait a minute, let me talk first." Ethan picked up the wine bottle and filled two empty glasses: "I went on a trip and couldn't find you when I came back. I looked for you many times. "

"Then I left Banshee and went to Chicago."

"Boden and I are in Washington." Rebecca played with the wine glass with a complicated expression:

"I found a relationship with Uncle Kai, and with the help of Boden, I continued the business." (End of Chapter)