My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Do you mean?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows and lit his cigarette.

He leaned back on the sofa and slowly puffed out smoke.

I didn’t expect that the other party would be so direct.

As a pure gentleman, of course I bring this kind of thing, there are at least hundreds of them in the space.

"You are a good person."

Catherine turned her head, and the scar under her tall nose trembled slightly: "The appearance, figure, and skills are all very good."

She pursed her lips and asked directly:

"If you don't mind, how about we compare our skills?"

"Sometimes, I am a gentleman." Ethan bit his cigarette and spread his hands and said, "Of course I will not refuse a beautiful lady, especially when she makes a request that cannot be refused."

No way, that's what thin-skinned people are like.

The corners of Catherine's mouth turned up slightly. She stood up, ripped off her black vest, and threw the Colt pistol to the side.

Ethan stretched out his fingers and ran his fingertips over her flat belly.

A scar slashed down diagonally.

From the ribs to the navel, it is ferocious and full of the beauty of killing.

This movement made Catherine's belly rise and fall rapidly.

With watery eyes in her eyes, she stepped on the sofa, held Ethan's chin, and brought his pretty red lips up.

I stayed in this small safe house for two full days.

For safety reasons, Catherine never left the apartment except to buy food, and Ethan never even left the door.

Fortunately, he escaped with the female agent, or with old black Jonathan.

Thinking of this, Ethan quickly shook his head.

"Two hundred."

Catherine sat cross-legged on Ethan's back, who was doing push-ups. Her body was rising and falling, and her terrifying muscles were emitting astonishing heat, causing sweat to appear on her body.

Eat and sleep, sleep and eat.

Ethan's abundant energy made Catherine overwhelmed.

In desperation, he could only do calisthenics. In order to increase the weight, he even asked the female agent to sit on it.

"You told me to work out."

Ethan turned around and looked at Catherine dumbfounded: "But why is my back getting wetter and wetter?"

This female agent is made of water.

When I first discovered it, I was really surprised. It was so rare, so rare.

"Snapped!"

Catherine slapped Ethan on the back, sweat splattering everywhere.

"Be serious."

She scratched her fingers on the muscles of her back: "I need to rest, um, at least half an hour!"

The two of them chatted sometimes and sometimes not.

The attack and the attack two days ago were as if they had never happened to the two of them. Catherine hoped that time would go on like this until the day her life ended.

This kind of easy and comfortable life is something she can only meet but cannot seek.

"Jingle Bell."

The sudden ringing of a bell froze Ethan's arms and pulled Catherine out of her unreal emotions.

The bare feet landed firmly on the ground.

Catherine walked quickly to the table nearby, swinging her energetic legs, creating a sense of jumping.

The ends of her ponytail swept across her sweaty back.

The hips are swaying, and it’s a beautiful view.

"Sir."

Catherine pressed the phone and a clear voice sounded.

"At two o'clock in the morning, gather at this place." Matt's cold voice sounded on the other side of the phone: "I've confirmed it clearly. It was the Inquisitor's people who found us. We will take back our capital and profits tonight."

"clear."

Catherine nodded and continued to communicate with Matt about other things.

Behind him, Ethan’s eyes flickered.

In the past two days, due to some careful thoughts, he did not tell Matt what he knew, but he had also guessed Sophia's identity. Now Matt's words have completely confirmed the guess.

That cold and charming woman is the only daughter of the Blanco family.

In other words, she belongs to the Inquisitor.

Thinking of this, Ethan stood up, scratched his head, and looked strange.

No wonder when she left that morning, Sophia said that her life was not something she could get involved in. It was not a lie. The only daughter of the Du Xiao family, if ordinary people dared to touch her, they would die without knowing how.

Unexpectedly, after saying goodbye that morning, we ended up on a hostile road.

Ethan sighed and shook his head. He was originally hostile, but the experience of that night could not change anything.

"what's on your mind?"

Catherine put down the phone, licked her lips, and walked towards Ethan: "It's two o'clock in the morning, we still have six hours."

"How about four hours of rest?"

"as you wish."

Ethan raised his eyebrows, he understood, smiled, crossed his arms and spread his legs.

When the time comes, you will know what to do.

One fifty in the morning.

The taxi stopped, and a man and a woman got out of the car and walked forward vigorously.

Turned the corner and came behind a Ford van.

"Bump."

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the tailgate a few times, which sounded like a secret signal.

The tailgate opened and the two quickly got into the car.

"Hi."

Ethan sat on the seats on both sides of the carriage and fist bumped with several people inside. Phillips, Matt, and Jonathan were all inside.

Their expressions were serious and serious.

"drive."

After Matt bumped fists with the two of them, he patted the driver's seat.

"OK."

Sandro in front turned around and started the vehicle.

After two days of not seeing each other, there was no change in everyone, but they became much more murderous.

"In another half hour."

Matt looked at his watch and said in a low voice: "The rest of us will attack all the Blanco family's businesses, business channels, and partners in Medellin."

"The attack strength won't be too great."

He looked around at everyone, biting his cigar and said, "But it's enough for the Blanco family to send manpower over."

"We will attack their jungle factory at this time."

The window opened a small crack to blow away the cigar smoke, and Matt continued: "If the Inquisitor is in the Jungle Factory, it would be best if we take him out together."

"Even if he's not here, he will definitely be angry and crazy after something like this happens."

"It will definitely be in a private estate."

"He will carry out crazy revenge against all possible opponents in a place where he thinks he is safe."

"That's when." Matt pointed the cigar hard against the ground:

"This is our chance."

"I have a question." Jonathan scratched the black face and raised his arm:

"Then isn't the guarding of his manor even tighter?"

"That's not what we're afraid of." Matt shook his head and took a puff of his cigar: "The only thing we need to worry about is that we can't find others."

Actually, there is another reason.

Ethan glanced at Sandro who was sitting in the driver's seat, and this time he helped him eliminate his competitors, which was like hunting down rabbits.

The so-called other people are Sandro's men.

This time, everyone is helping each other. (End of chapter)