My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

They were the last to leave, but the first to return.

Ethan had blood on his body, so he went to clean it up immediately. After taking a nice hot bath in the simple shower room, others came back one after another, and the sound of conversations rang out in the safe house.

After drying his hair, he walked downstairs in his slippers.

"Hey."

The bald old black man Jonathan threw a can of beer over: "Listen to Catherine, you did a good job."

"Thanks."

Ethan opened the lid and smiled at him.

There is nothing shameful about this kind of thing. As a commander, Matt needs to have a comprehensive understanding. Others also need to know the abilities of their teammates.

"Well done."

Matt also came over and clapped hands with Ethan.

I thought this was the easiest place for him, but I didn't expect it to be the most difficult. Together with Katherine, we solved eleven people.

Now he believed a lot of what Phillips said.

Ethan took a sip of beer and took the initiative to high-five and fist-bump with the others. Even Sandro didn't miss it. Even though he had such an identity, everyone was now considered teammates.

After communicating with Phillips about the situation, he sat down on the sofa.

It was calculated or not, and no one was injured.

This was something to be happy about. He took a sip of beer and looked at the wall. He saw the seven photos that Sandro had pinned up in the afternoon, each with a big red cross drawn on it.

The death of these important leaders is definitely a blow to the Inquisitor.

The entire living room was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. Ethan took a sniff, and there was a fragrance in the air, which made his stomach growl.

Every time you do something like this, various physical needs will be stronger.

His attention shifted from the wall to the table, where there was a large tray wrapped in tinfoil, and the aroma emanated from it.

"Bang!"

Matt took out a large pile of beer from the refrigerator and put it on the table.

"Let's eat something first, and let's talk about what's next." He picked up a dagger and opened the tinfoil, and said with a smile: "This is a Colombian specialty that Sandro bought back."

Hearing this, everyone gathered around the table.

Everyone is salivating after smelling the aroma and gearing up.

"Oh oh oh~"

After lifting the tinfoil, the heat dissipated. Phillips, Catherine and Allen with short blond hair stood up instantly with disgusted looks on their faces.

"Hahaha."

Ethan smiled and raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and patted Sandro hard on the shoulder:

"Not bad, very good, I like it."

Sandro didn't expect Ethan to react like this. He looked over with dim eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth.

On the tray lay a whole maroon roasted suckling pig, as well as some crispy pork belly and corn tortillas. Many Americans couldn't bear to see these things, so they had this reaction.

Ethan reached out and took Matt's dagger.

He happily cut into the roasted suckling pig. The skin was so crispy that it made a squeaking sound.

Matt glanced at the people who stood up. Those people sat down helplessly, looking longingly at the crispy pork belly and corn tortillas next to them.

While he was talking about the mission situation, Ethan buried his head in painstaking work.

The roasted suckling pig marinated with cumin, chili peppers, onions and minced garlic had a unique flavor. He felt it was not enough, so he took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet next to him and blew directly into the bottle.

After about ten minutes, the briefing could no longer go on.

They need to stay in the safe house for the next two days. Sandro will first inquire about the situation and then decide on the next move.

Matt finished this sentence in a hurry and looked at Ethan.

Not just him, several other people also followed the rolling of Ethan's throat and swallowed hard.

Putting the empty bottle down, Ethan felt warm all over.

After eating and drinking, the feeling of killing was gone.

In just ten minutes, he poured a bottle of whiskey into his stomach, killing a quarter of the roasted suckling pig.

"Do you need more?"

Phillips scratched his forehead and spread his hands and asked.

"No need." Ethan waved his hand and opened the lid of the beer bottle to moisten his mouth: "It's okay to be seventy percent full. Overeating is not good!"

Everyone's eyes twitched and they scratched their heads.

After having a midnight snack, washing up when it was time to wash up, and resting when it was time to rest, Sandro quickly left the safe house.

Ethan went upstairs to the rooftop with a dozen beers.

I sat on the recliner and played with my phone leisurely while enjoying the cool night breeze.

Footsteps sounded, and a figure walked by. Catherine walked to the parapet with a cigarette and watched the night view of Medellin.

A breeze blew, and the long brown hair swayed.

The thighs are straight and slender, the muscle lines are slightly visible, and they look very toned.

On top of the black underwear, she wore a tight-fitting vest.

"Hmm~"

Ethan picked up the bottle and let out a soft hum.

"I know you're here." Catherine turned around and glanced at him: "I don't think you are that old-fashioned. I'm not naked."

D!

Ethan raised his eyebrows, but he really couldn't tell, he hid it well enough.

The other party doesn't care, and he has nothing to say.

"Do you want some beer?" Ethan's eyes stayed on the beans for two seconds and pointed to the beer bottle on the ground.

"OK!"

Catherine shrugged and walked over with her legs. She sat down on the lounge chair next to her, kicked her feet and swayed gently: "What brought you and Philips here?"

"To be honest, there shouldn't be any relationship between the Inquisitor and the Ministry of Defense."

Having fought side by side together, there is no harm in talking about some things.

"Personal matters."

Ethan looked at the glorious night view of the mountains in the distance, tapping the beer bottle with his fingertips.

She had thought about top secrets, special missions, and even thought about attacking and eradicating the forces of Du Xiao. Unexpectedly, a personal grudge came up. Catherine asked with strong curiosity:

"Has he hurt your family?"

"no."

Ethan looked at Catherine and said with a smile: "I hurt him, so I have to get rid of him."

This logic confused the female agent.

After a few seconds, she chuckled: "It sounds like the Inquisitor is a poor guy."

The night is getting darker and the downstairs has become quiet.

Catherine quickly went back to her room to rest, and Ethan emptied the last bit of beer, returned to the room, and lay down on the mattress.

In the distance, the motorcade was slowly approaching.

The leader was a Mercedes-Benz, followed by a motorcycle and eight vans. The convoy slowly stopped about a hundred meters away from the safe house.

The expressionless driver got out of the car and opened the rear door.

Exquisite high heels, stepping on the ground.

A tall woman got out of the car, her long hair blowing in the night breeze.

The car door was pulled open, and messy footsteps sounded.

"Mrs. Blanco."

A man with short black hair and a fierce face approached cautiously. He glanced at the cold face, lowered his head and said, "In the past three days, the only building in front of us that has been visited by more than five strangers is the one in front of it."

"They rarely go out and fit your description."

"Okay." Mrs. Blanco's voice was a little hoarse, and she waved her finger: "Here is two hundred thousand dollars. If the information is true, you can get it from me at a 20% discount in the future."

"thanks, thanks."

The short-haired man excitedly took the briefcase from the driver's hand, got on the motorcycle and left quickly.

"lady."

A bald man stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "What should I do with this guy?"

Mrs. Blanco turned around, her eyes twinkling.

Two men with flat heads were holding a man who was beaten to a bloody pulp and with a drooping head. If Ethan were here, he would recognize this as the waiter he let go.

"Knowing that the Blanco family was attacked, they didn't notify us."

Mrs. Blanco's charming eyes flashed with anger, and she said in a hoarse voice: "Hang him up. This is a warning."

"Whoever it is, let's do it."

"Kill everyone in that building, regardless of gender, young or old."

"Know."

The bald man nodded and pressed the intercom in his hand.

The van doors opened one after another, and fifty or sixty young and strong men armed with various weapons got out one after another, covering a large area of ​​darkness.

Under the command of the bald man, the crowd dispersed.

At the same time, the rope pulls.

The waiter's neck was wrapped and, with the actions of several people, he was suspended under a building.

Mrs. Blanco crossed her arms, her face cold and beautiful.

The night wind blows, and the red dress flutters.