My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Returning to the living room on the second floor, I found one more person.

A man with short brown hair stood in the corner of the living room, his eyes dim, as if nothing could interest him.

He was unshaven and had a hint of gray.

"Alejandro." Matt introduced him casually when he saw Ethan coming downstairs, and he continued to tinker with the things in his hands.

"Hello, I'm Ethan."

After shaking hands with the man and picking up the beer he had just placed on the table, Ethan found a seat and sat down.

After taking a sip of beer, he looked at Sandro again.

This man gave him a very strange feeling, far from what he seemed.

Noticing the eyes falling on him, Sandro also turned his head to look over.

Ethan raised the corners of his mouth and raised the beer bottle.

"alright."

Matt put on a pair of glasses and clapped his hands.

He and Phillips stood together against a wall covered with densely packed photos and enlarged maps.

The face of the judge appeared on it.

However, this should have been taken before, and only from one side.

"That's our goal this time."

Matt pressed the laser pointer in his hand and moved it in a circle on the Inquisitor's photo: "After he disappeared for more than half a month, Sandro found out that the Inquisitor has restarted his activities."

After hearing Matt's words, everyone cast curious glances at Sandro who was leaning in the corner.

This kind of information cannot be obtained by ordinary people.

Sandro faced everyone's gaze and did not react at all. He just looked at the wall quietly.

"There are two suspected hiding places."

Matt moved the laser pointer in his hand and pointed at the first photo next to him: "The first place, this is suspected to be the Blanco family's independence manufacturing factory. He may be hiding here."

This is obviously a satellite map, and the photo shows dense jungle.

In fact, there is nothing visible at all, just a few man-made buildings that are vaguely visible.

"The second place."

Matt pointed the red light to the other side: "The Blanco family's private estate, the Inquisitor may also be hiding here."

There are a lot more photos here.

Nuo Da's manor is full of armed guards, and dogs can be seen everywhere, so the guards are tight.

"For some unknown reason."

Matt looked at everyone, shrugged and said: "The Colombian authorities will not take action against the Blanco family, and we did not report this action to the authorities."

"So, everyone knows the rules very well."

"Whatever happened, the CIA neither admits nor denies it."

To put it bluntly, what they did this time was a dirty trick.

Not only are there no authorities to help, but they also have to be careful about being followed by the local police.

If you were caught and killed because of this incident, you can only admit that you are unlucky. Don't expect the Colombian authorities to send troops to support you. As for other assistance, it can only depend on whether your connections are strong enough and whether you have enough friends.

The expressions of Catherine, Allen, and Jonathan did not change at all.

They have long been accustomed to this kind of task.

When you are below a certain level, when working in the CIA, you can only obey the orders of your superiors, and you cannot and dare not question.

When they came over, Matt and Phillips had already made things clear.

Therefore, Ethan did not raise any questions.

"The two hiding places above are just guesses." Matt took off his glasses and said in a deep voice: "The Inquisitor may be anywhere in Colombia now. We need to do something to turn this guess into fact."

"When business takes a hit."

Matt spread his hands and sneered: "Anyone will rush back to find a way to deal with it for the first time."

"Our first step is to clean up his minions and destroy his business."

He looked at Sandro and waved: "Tell us what our first step is, and by the way, introduce the situation of the Inquisitor."

"OK."

Sandro stepped forward and took out a crumpled document bag from his arms:

"The Inquisitor is a person who suddenly appeared a few years ago. After he married the only daughter of the Blanco family, the two of them made the Blanco family very powerful."

"There are about three hundred well-trained private guards."

"In the jungle factory, a steady stream of flour is produced."

"Through various channels, shipped to the United States."

When introducing this information, his mouth was dry and emotionless, as if he was reading a press release.

"Click."

Ethan, who was sitting in the back, lit his cigarette and raised his hand: "There are more than three hundred people, how did you get the data, where is it distributed, and the specific number?"

Compared with Du Xiao's heyday, he is indeed much weaker.

Before Pablo, he had a private army of tens of thousands, with countless sophisticated equipment.

But no matter how weak they are, there are still more than 300 people.

I have made every effort, so there are only seven people.

One pick of thirty is exciting just thinking about it.

The most important thing is that this is just a private guard, and does not include some soldiers and generals.

Sandro first looked at Matt, and after the other party nodded, he said to Ethan: "This is the information I came back from searching. There will be no less than 300 people, and they will not gather together."

"They were scattered throughout the Blanco family's private estate, the Jungle Factory, and some locations in Medellín."

"rest assured."

Matt looked at Ethan, nodded and explained: "At that time, we will still have some actions to disperse their power."

Ethan bit his cigarette and said no more.

He is not Matt's subordinate. He came here just to help, so there are some things that Matt needs to explain clearly.

Seeing that there were no other questions, Sandro untied the string on the document bag.

"These people are important leaders of the Blanco family."

He distributed the information to everyone: "It contains some of the places they have frequented recently and the approximate time period. Dealing with these people will be enough to paralyze most of the Blanco family."

"Faced with this threat, no matter where the Inquisitor is, he must come back to deal with it."

Ethan took the information and there was a photo on it.

There are kind faces and kind eyes, and there are also vicious faces. Names, nicknames, and possible places of entry and exit are all clearly marked. I don't know how they got such detailed information.

Next, Matt starts assigning tasks.

This kind of thing requires sudden action to kill all those people, so as to create the greatest panic for the Blanco family.

Phillips spent a few minutes with him to quickly formulate a battle plan.

Or, call it a murder plan.

This time, he was attacking Du Xiao, and Ethan didn't feel any psychological pressure.

Neither Ethan nor Phillips spoke Spanish, so naturally they couldn't work together. At Matt's suggestion, Catherine and he formed a temporary partner.

"Phillips, Ethan."

After Matt assigned the task, he waved to the two people and walked towards the balcony.

When the two of them walked out of the balcony, he closed the glass door:

"There are some things that I need to explain clearly to you two in order to avoid misunderstandings."