My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Two days later.

High in the air, Ethan put his feet on the sofa opposite.

When the lanterns start to rise, the lights are gorgeous.

He stared blankly at the bright night view of Medellin through the porthole, watching the city gradually fade away.

Matt stayed in Colombia to deal with the follow-up matters.

After spending two days and nights with Catherine, he and Phillips boarded a private plane and embarked on their way home.

His work must continue, and Phillips also needs to return to work.

Glancing at the FBI special agent lying on the sofa, Ethan gradually closed his eyelids amidst the faint hum of the engine.

After a nearly seven-hour flight, the private plane landed in Chicago.

The cabin door opened and Teng Teng's footsteps sounded.

Leap forward slightly, with his feet firmly on the ground, Ethan raised his arms and stretched comfortably, and a crackling sound was heard.

Return to a familiar place, return to your own territory.

That sense of comfort arises spontaneously.

The morning sun shines on my face, and my heart suddenly becomes at ease.

"Thanks."

After taking the car key handed over by the staff, Ethan looked at Phillips: "What do you think, do you plan to go back to New York or come to my house?"

"Let's talk about it next time!"

Phillips put on the same cheap black suit and raised his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

He and Ethan clapped their hands and said with a smile:

"I'm in a hurry, so I'm going back to New York first."

"correct."

Putting on his sunglasses, he looked around and whispered: "Since you, bastard, have been hanging out with Catherine these past two days, there are some things that Matt doesn't have time to communicate with you."

"Shet!"

Ethan pushed him, rolled his eyes and said:

"You still have the nerve to say that you think I don't know that you and Matt, two bastards, went to Bogota to find girls?"

"I despise you for not calling your brothers together."

"Uh-huh."

A long, powerful middle finger was raised fiercely.

"Cough~~~"

Phillips coughed a few times and said calmly: "Don't worry about these details."

"Let's get down to business."

The wrinkles on his face trembled slightly, and he couldn't hide his smile: "We have almost processed those things. They will be given to you in the next two days. Just check them carefully."

"They are all clean, use them as you like."

Phillips has experienced a lot of making extra money.

But it was the first time that I had gained so much, so my face was full of joy.

"So fast?"

Ethan asked in surprise: "I thought it would take ten days and a half to wash it off."

"Even gang members don't take that long." Phillips put his sunglasses back on his face, turned and walked towards the Chevrolet proudly: "This is the FBI and the CIA, what do you think?"

"gone."

He waved his hand without looking back: "See you next time, asshole."

The Chevy spewed a puff of white smoke and sped away.

Of course it was good news to receive money. Ethan smiled and shook his head, also got into the Cadillac SUV and drove towards Hyde Park.

Now, it's the rush hour for work.

Along the way, the driver yelled and cursed and the horn beeped.

He didn't feel bored at all, but felt very relaxed. During his time in Medellin, the successive gun battles made him nervous almost every day.

I don’t understand what others say.

In the past few days, I just went on missions and didn't feel like having much fun.

Now that I'm back in Chicago, I feel much more comfortable.

The vehicle drove quickly back to Hyde Park.

The house was quiet and quiet, with no one around. The bounty crisis was over, and Horsted naturally moved back in. Rusek had already gone home to chat with his fiancée.

There was no chaos as I imagined, everything was neat and tidy.

Ethan nodded with satisfaction and threw his backpack on the sofa.

He took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, picked up a thin blanket from the sofa, drank a lot and walked to the basement.

After a beeping sound, the vault opened.

No, it’s time to call the treasury in the future.

Ethan chuckled, put the wine bottle aside, folded the blanket in half, and spread it on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, gold bricks fell one after another.

Looking at these golden guys, Ethan rubbed his hands excitedly, quickly stacked them up, and soon formed a small pyramid without a peak on the blanket, a veritable pyramid.

There are 98 pieces in total, all ten kilograms.

Ethan quickly took out his mobile phone, opened the browser, and checked the current price of gold, which was US$37.7 per gram.

980000*37.7=

He quickly clicked on the calculator on his mobile phone, and the number he multiplied made him burst out laughing.

He grabbed the whiskey and took a long gulp.

He sat cross-legged and continued to wave his palms, and six watch boxes appeared on the ground.

Grabbing them one by one, they opened them up.

Two Patek Philippes, three Rolexes and a Vacheron Constantin appeared in front of him. The shapes were extremely exquisite, and the hands were beating lightly. These watches were like handicrafts.

This kind of famous watch has detailed data online.

It's not particularly expensive. All together, it's just over four million US dollars.

Ethan touched his chin and sighed, thinking that he didn't know when the four million dollars in front of him became nothing.

As for the watch that Catherine put on her hand, she also took a look at it.

Rolex Yacht-Master, over $40,000.

Under the 18K white gold case, the red hands jumped. This was a gift from Catherine to himself, and Ethan did not take it off.

Pick up the watch box and walk to the side.

On the right, a table was set up, in a rectangular shape.

Gold-plated Colt M1911, antique double-barreled shotguns, exquisite firearms were placed on top, several watch boxes were placed one by one on the table, and with a flick of the hand, a gold-plated Desert Eagle appeared.

After playing with it carefully, I placed it on the table covered with black velvet.

The spotlight shined on it, shining a golden light.

Before I was done, I continued walking to the left. There were six suitcases on the ground and shelves, all filled with cash.

He grinned, stretched out his hand and walked along the shelves.

Cash worth fifty or one hundred fell from mid-air. They were wrapped in film and were as big as a briefcase, and they hit the shelves with a bang.

Soon, a list was put out.

He didn't even bother to weigh it, so he directly estimated the volume. He pressed the calculator quickly, and the number that came out made Ethan scratch his head.

He got into trouble and came in with 60 million in cash.

The margin of error may only be two to three million.

Including the inventory just now, this trip to Colombia directly cost nearly 100 million.

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped his forehead and forgot about the ten percent.

This time, he defeated the Blanco family and enriched himself.

Looking at the cash in the vault, more than 90 million were lined up on a small wall. He took a cigarette with a headache.

Damn, what a waste of money! ! !