My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"sure."

Ethan put his arm around Catherine's shoulders and rubbed her head: "I told you, we are good friends now."

"Thanks."

Catherine took the phone and looked through the photos in the album with interest.

"Jesus."

Her eyebrows twitched slightly: "No wonder you chose to be a police officer. It seems that you are not idle in Chicago."

The photos inside of the murder scene made her understand the other party's career choice.

"Of course I won't be idle."

Ethan patted the Glock on his waist: "Guns and women are the driving force for me to live happily."

"All right."

Catherine flipped through a photo of Ethan's big party and said with a smile: "There are photos to prove it. I am now sure that you are telling the truth."

"If I had the chance, would I go to Chicago?"

"rest assured."

Ethan pinched her face and kissed her hard: "I will arrange everything for you, including my body."

"asshole."

Catherine smiled and cursed, then put her arms around Ethan's shoulders and hugged him.

A ray of light from a car came over and approached them, stopping slowly beside them.

"Shhhh~"

The tailgate opened and Jonathan jumped out and whistled.

In the bright city night view of Medellin, two people hugged each other on a Harley Fatboy and kissed passionately. The night wind blew Catherine's brown ponytail.

The sight before him made him grin his big white teeth.

"Haven't you seen it?"

Catherine raised her middle finger, jumped forward slightly, and landed on the grass.

There is nothing shameful about this kind of thing.

Ethan didn't care, took out a cigarette and lit it, watching Matt, Phillips, and Sandro in the driver's seat get out of the car and walk over.

"You didn't leave anything behind, did you?"

Several people bumped fists one after another, and Matt asked Catherine: "Will anyone be traced?"

"Don't worry, sir."

Catherine crossed her arms on her chest, nodded and said, "You should know that we are all professionals."

The safe house was exposed again and the attack had been communicated on the phone, so they knew what happened and felt that it was a bit dangerous now.

"Say your opinion."

Matt bit his cigar and looked at Ethan, put his hands on his hips and said, "You must have some plan if you call us all over."

"It can't be delayed any longer."

Ethan was true to his word, holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking at everyone: "Money plays a huge role. Catherine and I were attacked and killed by more than a dozen people just now. I suspect that the law enforcement officers are also tempted."

"Although the city is big, we can't hide for long under the scrutiny of interested people."

He looked at Matt and said in a deep voice:

"My idea is to do it tonight, do it right away. Although the Blanco family is heavily guarded, they usually guard against their opponents in this way."

"It was not difficult for the Blanco family to receive the news that we were attacked just now."

"In the early hours of the morning, we just attacked their factory. These people would never have imagined that we were so bold. Just after being attacked, we immediately attacked them. This is an opportunity."

"what about you?"

The matter was so important that Matt thought for a moment and looked at the others: "Any ideas?"

"I agree."

Catherine took a step forward.

She didn't want to go through what had just happened again. She preferred to take the initiative and take the initiative, rather than being passively beaten.

"I agree."

Phillips scratched his chin and nodded.

Sooner or later he has to do something, he doesn't care when, the main thing is soy sauce.

As long as the inquisitor is killed, this mission will be considered a success.

"to be honest."

Jonathan twisted his body from side to side, stretched and said, "After sleeping all day, I feel like my bones are going to be rusty."

There was still a bandage on his arm.

However, he looked eager to try.

Although he didn't say it clearly, his intention was already clear, and he supported taking action.

The dead Allen was his friend.

In Jonathan's opinion, the actions in the early morning were not enough to make Allen happy. More people must be sent to hell to make Allen happy.

Well, that bastard will definitely go to hell if he dies.

While Jonathan was thinking wildly, Sandro also nodded. He would be the one who would benefit the most from destroying the Blanco family this time, so there was no need to raise any objections.

Moreover, many of his men died in the explosion that occurred at nightfall.

Other colleagues were still suspicious of each other, and Sandro knew very well that this was the fault of the Inquisitor. Even though he did it first, he still needed to take revenge.

After hearing everyone's opinions, Matt shrugged:

"Then do it."

Anyway, all the previous equipment is in the car.

If you want to take action, you can take action at any time. This time, one of Matt's men died, and he was holding back a fire in his heart.

After looking at each other, everyone got into the car one after another.

These independent families generally do not live in the city. Colombia has a lot of mountainous land. Of course, they are rich and powerful and build private estates for themselves, where they live like local emperors.

Raising private soldiers and hoarding arms are commonplace things for people like them.

Because of this situation, it is natural to live far away.

Although the Colombian independent lords have lost their limelight to the Mexican independent lords, it does not mean that they no longer exist.

With Pablo's past experience, Colombian independent lords will naturally not do something as rampant as their counterparts in Mexico, but we cannot underestimate these people just because of this.

So despite the limelight, Matt and Sandro also found ways to get a lot of arms to supplement them.

This time, we may be facing more than a hundred people.

There is no heavy firepower, just the six of them, don't even think about it.

There were several ammunition boxes stuffed inside the carriage, so Jonathan, a big man, took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat. As the vehicle slowly rocked, everyone was busy picking out their own equipment.

Ethan naturally picked up the AR15, as long as he was comfortable with the firearm.

Smoothness is more important than anything else.

Pistols, grenades, daggers, and emergency medicines were constantly loaded onto the body.

"correct."

Ethan raised his head and looked at Matt: "If there is any job next time, remember to find a place with the support of the authorities so that I can see the powerful capabilities of the CIA."

"Now we are just a few unlucky ones. People who don't know better think we are going to die."

"Hahaha."

There was a burst of laughter in the carriage.

When the laughter stopped, Matt took out a blueprint and spread it out on the ground. On it were photos taken by satellites, with red circles drawn on them to mark all the key parts.

He pressed the laser pointer in his hand and began to analyze the situation in the manor.

Ethan and Catherine kept loading bullets into the spare magazine, Phillips chewed gum, and Jonathan and Sandro pricked their ears, listening to the mission assignment.

Everyone looked solemn. After a few days of tossing, the highlight finally came on stage.

The lights of the Ford van pierced the darkness and staggered toward the mountains. The situation was just like in the early morning.