My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Forget it."

Seeing Matt poking his head inside, Ethan stopped him and said, "There were explosions and collapse sounds from inside just now."

"Whoever it was, those people didn't leave us a chance."

"That's right."

Phillips put his hands on his hips and said with a relaxed expression: "Anyway, our goal has been achieved. The Blanco family is gone and the inquisitor is dead. If you are interested later, you can pursue it slowly."

"Um."

Matt nodded, his sharp eyes scanning Ethan.

The pockets are very dry.

There was nothing unusual about the clothes on his body.

He thought for a moment and quickly walked around the warehouse. The pile of money in front of him amounted to at least four to five billion.

Matt was breathing heavily, he hesitated, and waved to Phillips.

The latter saw this and walked over quickly.

The two of them whispered for a while, and their eyes glanced at each other from time to time.

Ethan ignored the two of them and walked to the side of the judge. He bent down and picked up the gold-plated Sand Eagle. After admiring it for a few seconds, he turned on the safety device and stuffed the golden pistol into his bulletproof vest.

After doing this, he took another deep drag on the cigarette and looked regretfully at the pile of money in front of him.

This move must be done in front of them.

How can it be possible to fight life and death without getting some benefits? If they have any objections, they can just throw it away.

This apparent benefit also appears to be more real.

The two of them knew very well that they were lustful, so it would be too abnormal for them not to be tempted at all in the face of overwhelming wealth.

His move made Matt narrow his eyes.

In my mind, I also made up my mind.

The two had another quick exchange and both made up their minds.

"Ethan."

Matt and Phillips walked over together, and the former said in a thirsty voice: "What do you think about this money?"

"Um?"

When Ethan heard this, his eyes lit up.

Now it's not that he has any ideas, but that he wants to know what Matt means by asking this question.

The three people looked at each other.

There was greed in their eyes.

The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, showing off his white teeth.

Something interesting seems to be happening, maybe I can continue to have a full meal.

"Divide the profits."

Matt saw the smile on Ethan's face, and the stone in his heart dropped. He continued: "This is our consistent purpose. Of course, this is just for friends."

The definition of this friend is somewhat complicated.

If he hadn't shown his strength, even if Matt had any ideas, he wouldn't have taken him to heart.

Ethan didn't speak, just listened quietly.

"Not many people know about this operation, so Phillips and I can handle it." Matt picked up the cigar, took out a match and lit it, and streams of white smoke spurted out: "If you are interested."

He extended his arm to Ethan: "As a friend, you get ten percent."

"You know the rest, there are a lot of people to take care of."

Phillips also spoke up and said: "Matt and I have a lot to do, so both of us are 15 percent."

"Stop it."

Ethan shook his head and held Matt's hand firmly: "You can take as much as you want based on your ability. If I can get 10%, I'm very satisfied."

"However, I have a small request."

He grabbed Matt's hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "Can you please stop attacking the four of them?"

This huge wealth is enough to kill many people.

In order to eliminate hidden dangers, I am not sure what Matt can do.

Soldiers can buy nine goats for $6 million, so it is not unusual for CIA executives to use their positions to benefit themselves when they have the opportunity.

It’s just that Ethan doesn’t want Catherine and the others to suffer because of this incident.

"Ha ha."

Matt laughed heartily: "Don't worry, I brought all three of them here."

"Sandro is just a hound."

"Don't worry, they have no access to things at this level."

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his hand.

"But I'm still curious." He flicked the ash from his cigarette and said with a shrug, "You don't have to tell me this at all. Wouldn't it be better for the two of you to divide these tens of millions between yourselves?"

Matt looked at Phillips, and the two smiled at each other.

"He who eats alone is the most foolish."

He took a puff of his cigar and puffed out a smoke ring: "Only those who know how to share benefits can stand at a high place and watch the scenery."

"And you, my friend."

Matt winked at Ethan: "You saved our lives and you deserve some benefits."

"Without you, we wouldn't be able to earn this money so easily."

"Maybe we will cooperate more often in the future."

To put it bluntly, he just likes Ethan's skills, and everyone is on his own, so earning tens of millions less is not a problem. Sometimes trustworthy and strong force can give them a great boost.

We share interests and support each other.

This is why people like Matt and Phillips are so successful.

Ethan spread his hands and shrugged.

He well deserved the money. If it weren't for him, all of these people would have been killed on the night Sophia attacked, so there would be no need to talk about making money.

As a result of the large seizure, a seriously injured person was also found.

Matt made a call, and not long after, a transport helicopter flew in from the darkness.

When fighting, this thing is useless.

Once you hit the RPG, you will be in your soul.

When I left, it played a big role and saved me a lot of trouble.

Everyone got busy and took away everything they seized.

As for how he and Phillips traveled all over the world, that's none of his business. The remaining 60% of the money is divided and can be used by all the devils.

The other three people also looked very interested.

There is more to a luxurious villa than just the harvest in the warehouse.

There are still many valuable small items.

When going out for operations, Matt would usually turn a blind eye to some small things he seized. If he drank meat, he would have to give his men some soup, otherwise no one would sacrifice their lives for him in the future.

Anyway, if his men don't take it, it will be easier for the Medellin police who come later.

Those people would probably loot even a silver-plated candlestick.

The transport helicopter quickly started up, and Ethan sat next to the hatch, listening to the deafening sound of the wings.

Looking down, Blanco Manor was in a mess.

There was thick smoke coming out of many places.

I don’t know where Sophia will escape to and whether there will be a chance to meet again.

The cold touch attracted his attention.

A silver Rolex was fiddled with by slender fingers and carefully put on his wrist.

"Shhh."

Catherine raised her index finger to her mouth, then leaned her head over with a smile.