My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Bump bump bump."

Erin stretched out her hand and knocked on the table several times: "I think you still don't understand."

"Let me put it this way."

She held the cup in her hand and looked at Horsted seriously: "With ten thousand dollars, many people will be afraid of your identity. With one hundred thousand dollars, many people will not care about your identity."

"When you go out for a drink and buy something at the convenience store."

Erin stretched out a hand as if shooting a gun: "Maybe someone will suddenly come out from somewhere."

"boom!"

"It won't be that serious, right?" Horsted was also a little panicked. He smiled reluctantly: "Okay, I understand what you mean, and I will definitely be careful."

"do you know?"

Olinsky took a sip of wine, shook his head and said, "Hank and I were once offered a reward by a sole trader. What do you think the amount was?"

Facing the curious eyes of everyone, he stretched out a finger:

"A million dollars!"

"Walter?" Horsted turned around in shock and looked at Olinsky in disbelief.

"What did you do?" Rusek swallowed his drink with difficulty and asked curiously: "I mean, how did you deal with it?"

Not only the two of them, but also everyone else looked over attentively.

It could be seen that Olinsky was enjoying this moment very much. He scratched his gray beard and waved:

"As long as anyone appears suspicious, get rid of them immediately."

"The route I take home is different every day, which makes my movement habits irregular."

"When you find out you're being followed."

Olinsky looked at Horsted and said in a deep voice: "If necessary, just run through the red light. If a vehicle follows you through the red light, then you only need to call for backup and lead those people to a remote place." place."

"When the lone dealer realized that there was nothing he could do against us, he canceled the reward."

"Okay." Horsted nodded and extended his fist to Olinsky: "Thank you, I will remember it."

"Oh oh oh."

Seeing the two of them fist bumping, Ethan spread his hands dissatisfied: "You damn bastards, what's going on?"

"Aren't you careful, Ethan?"

"Not on alert, Chief Morgan?"

He covered his chest and said angrily, "You guys are so abominable, aren't I worth caring about?"

"Sorry." Nadia waved her hands hurriedly:

"Please believe that we don't mean this, and you must also pay attention to your safety."

"puff."

Rusek couldn't help it and spat out the beer in his mouth.

"Oh oh oh."

Aileen and Antonio opposite them hurriedly jumped up and squatted directly on the chairs, avoiding the splashing beer foam in panic.

Ethan also dodged to the side to avoid the jet attack.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry."

Rusek laughed and apologized again and again. He looked at Nadia beside him with a dumbfounded look: "Instead of worrying about Chief Morgan, you should worry about the people who want to do something to him. Help them think of a less miserable solution." Way to die.”

"oh!"

Nadia's face turned red and she nodded quickly.

The others also nodded in agreement. So far, they have not seen anyone who can take advantage of this guy.

So just now, they all knew that Ethan was pretending.

I just didn't expect that Nadia would be caught.

"Damn it, Rusek!" Erin looked at the cocktails and whiskey covered in beer foam on the table and waved her arms dissatisfied: "Why do you ask us to drink like this?"

"It's all mine."

Faced with the very unkind eyes of everyone, Rusek raised his hands helplessly: "Play it all again, and it's all mine."

After saying this, he glanced at Ethan resentfully.

Windfalls come and go just as quickly.

I have to go to work tomorrow. At around eleven o'clock, the wine shop ends and everyone leaves.

"Erwin, let's talk."

Looking at the cars leaving, Ethan stopped Olinsky.

He walked to the side of the streetlight, took out his cigarette case, patted it on his hand as usual, and shook out a cigarette.

"Click."

The flames jumped up and echoed with the street lights.

The light danced, and black and white light and shadow swam on Ethan's face.

"clatter."

The lighter cover slammed shut, and he raised his head and looked at Olinsky, who was standing aside waiting for him to speak: "Do you have a channel to say something in the prison where Oscar is imprisoned?"

The bright silver Zippo lighter flipped back and forth between Ethan's fingers.

"What do you mean?" Olinsky looked back at the lighter, frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I have money."

The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, showing off his white teeth: "I don't care about money, and I also like to reciprocate politely."

"Help me spread the word."

"Two hundred thousand dollars, Oscar's life!"

As he finished speaking, he firmly grasped the lighter into his palm.

"Tsk!"

Olinsky clicked his mouth and bit off the candy in one bite.

He looked around to make sure there was no one around him, then shrugged and said, "This is indeed something you can do."

"No problem. Also, it doesn't cost 200,000."

Olinsky nodded: "It only costs 100,000 yuan, and there are a lot of people rushing to do this kind of thing."

"Then make arrangements." Ethan patted his shoulder:

"Don't worry, money is not an issue."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, then walked towards where they parked their cars.

The next day, Ethan drove to the police station as usual.

As he approached the police station, he touched his stomach, turned the steering wheel, and the Cadillac stopped near the road. The hot dog stand on the other side of the road tasted good.

When he doesn't usually make breakfast, he likes to have one here.

It's convenient and fast.

Not only him, but also other colleagues from the police station often patronize business here.

"Porphyrin."

Two horns sounded and a bus passed him.

"puff."

The driver opened the window and spit out the gum.

"Hey, Fakyu."

Ethan ducked back and raised his middle finger fiercely.

The driver wearing sunglasses was about to yell back, but his eyes flashed by the police badge on Ethan's waist, and he quickly pulled his head back in fear.

He put down his hands and was about to walk to the other side of the street.

“Change behavior patterns and make habits change.”

What Olinsky said last night quietly emerged in his mind. Ethan shook his hand and stopped. It was better not to be so stubborn. Before Oscar was killed, he had to listen to the old man's words.

"Bang!"

There was a huge explosion.

A sudden change occurred, and the shock wave hit him with countless broken glass, knocking him over violently.

"Buzz."

My head felt dizzy, and the things in front of me became double images.

"bump."

A steaming thigh fell from the sky and landed in front of Ethan.

Blood flew up and splashed all over his face.

"Fake!" Ethan roared and beat his head hard, trying to reduce the dizziness.

He turned over suddenly and looked in the direction of the explosion.

A dozen meters away, a bus burning with flames and billowing smoke crashed into a green tree.

In the carriage, miserable howls sounded.

One or two people who were lucky enough to escape escaped from the empty car windows by relying on their survival instincts. Their bodies were covered in blood and flesh, walking like zombies, and howling unconsciously came from their mouths.

Countless limb fragments fell in the bloody storm.

A clean road turns into a slaughterhouse in an instant.

"Ding ding, Ethan answer the phone!"

"Ding ding, Ethan answer the phone!"

"Ding ding, Ethan answer the phone!"

Rolling his eyes, Ethan looked coldly towards the roadside. The weird phone ringing sounded under a pile of leaves.