My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Click."

"drop."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Ethan and Phillips looked at each other, and the latter looked strangely: "You look like this, are you preparing to go out, or have you just come back."

"Good morning."

Ethan shrugged at Phillips, opened the door and walked in.

"Young man, your health is good."

Just now, Phillips saw at a glance the tattered T-shirt in Ethan's hand and the bath towel wrapped around his body. Needless to say, there must have been some extraordinary experiences last night, so he could only shake his head in envy.

He scratched the top of his bald head, sighed, and walked to the restaurant.

They stayed in the hotel until noon. After lunch, the three of them took the elevator to the parking building. While here, they changed into an ordinary van.

Unremarkable and unremarkable.

This is in line with Ethan's impression of their CIA. People who work as agents cannot always be so public.

Under the driving of Matt, the van drove all the way north.

In this city, the south is a wealthy area, while the north is mostly slums. There are two or three-story red brick houses, densely packed, and shabby shacks piled up.

The streets became small and dirty.

There is a ropeway overhead, and the cable car glides slowly in mid-air.

Last night, I saw the prosperity and splendor of Medellin. Today, when I went deep into the streets, I felt the chaos. Living bodhisattvas and drug addicts rescuing people in distress could be seen everywhere on the streets.

Ethan stayed away from these women.

Maybe, it will cause AIDS, and there is a high probability of diuresis.

After driving around, he came to the back of a three-story red brick building. There was a 50-60% new Corolla parked here. Matt parked the car close to it.

At his greeting, the three of them got out of the car together.

Get your luggage and go to the back door.

Matt stretched out his finger and rang the doorbell rhythmically.

About ten seconds later, hurried footsteps sounded, and with a bang, the iron door opened from the inside.

"Sir."

The person who opened the door was a brown-haired woman.

His eyes are bright, his nose is high, and he has two or three small freckles.

She has fair skin and looks quite pretty.

"Catherine." Matt waved his hand to introduce the brown-haired woman, then turned around and pointed to each other: "Phillips and Ethan, these two will participate in this operation together."

The woman named Catherine nodded, and the four of them walked up the narrow stairs together.

"They're all up there."

Catherine took the lead and walked in front, and a clear voice sounded: "Everything is ready."

"OK."

Matt replied to her and continued walking up.

When I arrived on the second floor, I walked along the corridor. The rooms I passed were so simple that there was only a new mattress on the floor.

Ethan's eyebrows twitched, now he really came from a five-star hotel to the slums.

The group of people walked into the living room inside. Two men in their twenties who were sitting on the sofa quickly stood up. One was black and the other white, with plain appearance and very agile movements.

"Alan."

"Jonathan."

Matt continued his introduction and everyone shook hands.

The man with short blond hair is Allen. He has a faint scar on his forehead and is very strong.

The black man is Jonathan, with a wide nose and a bald head.

When everyone met for the first time, they all had kind smiles on their faces, and within the next few days, they became people fighting side by side.

In front of these people, Matt was full of momentum.

"Phillips and Ethan are both consultants to the Ministry of National Defense." He looked at the three men and one woman and said in a deep voice: "This time, they will act with us, and there will be another person coming later."

"We will try to stay here for these two days."

Matt walked to the refrigerator and took out a few bottles of beer, and continued: "If you have nothing to do, try not to go out. If you need anything, tell me and I will arrange it."

There are a few simple pieces of furniture in the living room.

There are sofas, refrigerators, TVs, and several large boxes placed against the wall.

"Thanks."

After taking the beer, Ethan thanked him and opened the lid. The cold liquid swept away the heat on the road. The curtains on the balcony blew, and here he saw the roof of the bungalow extending all the way down the mountain.

Faintly, you can still hear the laughter of children around you.

"Sir."

Jonathan took a step forward and rubbed his broad nose: "There are two rooms left on the second floor and one on the third floor. You decide how to arrange them."

When people arrive, they must first settle down.

"I live on the third floor."

Ethan raised his hand and said unceremoniously.

The conditions are already simple. With five men here, the second floor is 100% full of snoring. I can't accept it.

Upon hearing his words, the eyes of the CIAs they had just met flashed.

Judging from the age, the other person is almost the same as myself.

They thought he was a follower, but they were surprised to be the first to choose.

"no problem."

Matt didn't say anything. He looked at his watch and said, "Get familiar with the environment first. Meet here in five minutes."

"I'll take you up."

Catherine reached out to Ethan to take his backpack.

"Thank you, I can do it myself." Ethan politely waved his hand to refuse and followed her towards the stairs.

Army green overalls, gray vest.

Catherine walked very gracefully, twisting and turning.

"What is your specialty?"

She asked crisply without looking back.

Ethan quickly looked away, damn Phillips, such a sexy private jet trip had aroused his desires.

"Um."

He coughed dryly, shrugged and said, "It's probably more accurate to shoot. As for other things, I don't know if they are specialties."

"oh."

Catherine had seen many accurate shooters, but because of his handsome appearance, she still asked curiously: "Where are you from? Your accent sounds like you're in the East."

"Pennsylvania."

"Miami."

Catherine turned around and shook Ethan's hand again: "Nice to meet you."

"Thank You, me too."

Ethan smiled and walked up the narrow stairs with her.

Upstairs, there are two rooms, one on the left and one on the right.

The one on the right is obviously occupied. There is a floral sheet on the mattress, and colorful clothes are piled in the corner.

"this is mine."

Catherine quickly closed the door: "You can live in another room."

I didn't expect that her outfit was so hot.

In just a few seconds, Ethan saw the thong mixed in, and he smiled and nodded.

Not much to say, the shelter is just a mattress.

Throwing the backpack up casually, he walked out of the room. Next to it was a public shower room, and walking outside, there was an oversized rooftop.

Ethan quickly walked out of the rooftop, where there were two deck chairs outside.

He walked along the edge of the rooftop and memorized the surrounding terrain in his mind. After looking at it for a while, he went downstairs with Catherine.