My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"bring it on."

Ethan grabbed the suitcase with his uninjured hand: "Carry it to your car."

"Oh~"

Jabo nodded, and like Ethan, he put a hand on it.

No matter how hard I tried, it didn't move at all.

"Please." Ethan complained helplessly: "Do you have the strength like me?"

"You're such a bastard for messing with Farke." Jia Bo restrained himself in front of Jill for a long time, and now he finally couldn't help but break out: "Let me pay the bill, and let me move this damn thing."

The heavy box made his neck flush:

"What kind of motherfuck is contained in this? It can't be a corpse, right?"

The box was put down and the car body sank a little.

Ethan didn't say anything and opened the zipper directly: "Thanks for your help tonight, these are my little gifts for you, you're welcome."

"hiss!"

Jiabo's eyes widened and he took a breath of air.

Inside the box, banknotes of various denominations were piled up in layers, including twenty, fifty, and one hundred.

The aroma of ink hits your nostrils.

Ethan nodded. This face value is good. If it were all one yuan, it would be a scam.

However, a person like the Inquisitor probably wouldn't be dragging small denominations of banknotes with him, so that wouldn't be too tiring.

"Small... small gift?"

Jiabo's words were stammered. Now that he was completely sober from the wine, he was no longer dizzy. He pointed tremblingly at the large amount of cash in the box: "Mom, how did you get it?"

"Don't worry about it." Ethan patted his shoulder and said with a smile:

"I don't know how much money is in here. You can go back and count it yourself. Anyway, it doesn't matter how much it is, that's all."

"You still owe me two parties, don't forget."

"I will never forget it." Jia Bo grinned happily, and the red rooster head trembled: "Hahaha, if you have anything in the future, please remember to contact me."

This bastard can shoot a rabbit every time.

And each rabbit is fatter than the last.

Last time, we had to help out and kill a wave of people. This time, it was better, and it was easily solved in ten minutes.

There are at least three million in it. Where can I find such a good thing?

"Fakeyu."

Ethan flashed two middle fingers at him. He said this as if he was hoping something would happen to him.

But if it weren't for Jiabo this time, he would definitely be in big trouble. He deserves the money, so he can just take the bulk of it and don't be too greedy.

Friends also want a win-win situation, so it would be great to be happy.

If he encounters any trouble in the future, Jiabo will never shirk it, and will definitely help him as soon as possible.

Jabber happily closed the box and zipped it up.

He won't ask Ethan exactly how much money he made. This is not an action planned and participated in together. Just have it, and there are quite a few here. It's a big surprise. You can't be too greedy.

Such words flashed through his mind, and then he stretched out his hand to Ethan.

"Snapped."

The two of them slapped each other hard, bumped shoulders hard, and all their words were lost in words.

"I gotta go."

Ethan patted his shoulder: "Time is urgent, so I won't play with you."

"bump."

Jabber closed the tailgate heavily and wiped his red miter excitedly: "Please, do you think I can still play with this box of things in the car?"

"Go and ask Johnny to come out and say that I drank and vomited."

"Save the wine, you can take it away if you want."

"Spit?" Ethan frowned.

"That's right, it's just vomiting." In order to make the bag safe, it was necessary to create an illusion in front of Jill. Jabo couldn't care so much at this time. Without saying a word, he dug two fingers directly into his throat.

"Depend on!!!"

Ethan jumped back two meters in an instant and yelled: "You bastard, don't puke on my car."

"Ugh~"

Jiabo waved his hand and responded with a single move of flying down three thousand feet.

Four twenty in the morning.

On the street, except for the vehicles that drive by from time to time, there are almost no pedestrians.

Ethan was still in high spirits at this time.

His flexible tongue dispelled his sleepiness. Turning the steering wheel with one hand, he reluctantly asked: "We have arrived at the mall you mentioned, what's next?"

"Bo!"

There was a sound like opening a bottle of beer, and Jill raised her head and looked forward.

"Two hundred meters ahead."

She lowered her head and said incoherently: "Turn right and stop for fifty meters."

Ethan swallowed and slowly stepped on the accelerator.

This feeling of breathing out while talking made him almost unable to control himself.

The Range Rover continued driving and soon came to a stop.

The people in the car did not get out of the car.

The shock absorbers are still working hard.

A few minutes later, the car door opened. Jill held a few bottles of red wine and ran briskly to the apartment building nearby, leaving behind a string of chuckles.

The stars recede and the sun rises.

The largest city in the United States began to move at high speed again, with the sound of vehicle horns and the laughter and curses of passers-by constantly heard.

The several-hour-long battle in a small apartment upstairs had just come to an end.

A breeze came in through the crack in the window.

Scraping along the pieces of clothing that fell on the floor.

When he came to the door of the bedroom, he followed the direction pointed by an empty wine bottle and suddenly broke into the bathroom and disappeared in the air.

"You're a monster."

Jill's belly rose and fell rapidly, and she asked breathlessly: "Damn it, aren't you tired?"

"Of course I'm tired!"

Ethan nodded heavily and responded with a breath.

How could he not be tired? After the fight in Banshee Town, he drove non-stop to New York, experienced such a battle, and finally continued to fight with Jill for several hours, which was so hard that he couldn't stand it.

"But."

Ethan took a sip of red wine and tipped the bottle: "It's all worth it."

Jill lay on his side, the cold wine hit her collarbone, arousing goosebumps, and the bright red liquid slowly slid down along the ditch and along the delicate skin.

The red wine spread all over her flat and strong belly, dripping into the white bathtub.

"Please, this is such a waste."

Jill closed her eyes, enjoying the cold touch, and said lazily.

"No waste at all." Ethan put the empty wine bottle into the sink, buried his head in it, and sucked up the pool of red wine on his collarbone.

Gil bit his lip, feeling that the battle horn had sounded.

At nine in the morning, the Range Rover pulled up in front of the FBI's New York branch.

The two of them walked out of the car carrying coffee and wearing sunglasses.

After Gil took a sip of super strong coffee, he limped towards the front door of the branch.

"bump."

She punched Ethan who was snickering hard and wrinkled her nose angrily.

"Hey, good morning."

On the other side, Rusek and Atwater walked over in high spirits. The former saw the scene just now and asked curiously:

"Agent Gill, are you injured?" (End of Chapter)