My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"How much?"

Ethan frowned and asked, "If the price is cheap enough, I might as well try it."

"This ghost place is too risky."

He looked at the female agency and said seriously, "I don't know how much it will cost just to drive these people away."

Upon hearing these words, the female agent's eyes lit up.

I thought that the other party would definitely give in, but I didn't expect that there would be more to come.

100% of the people who came to see the house turned around and left.

Not afraid of dirt or mess, but afraid of dog-skin plaster. It is difficult to get rid of these guys without ruthless hands. If these people are not cleaned up, they will be disgusting to death. It is very likely that a large amount of money will be locked up here.

In fact, the previous homeowner was going through this kind of thing, and now he is eager to get rid of it.

No normal investor would be able to do such a thing.

If you have the time, you might as well look elsewhere. This place has the advantage of convenient transportation, but the appearance inside has been ruined by the homeless people.

In fact, this is also the reason why the female agency came here.

She made up her mind from the beginning that she would find a way to keep the guests and take them to other places later.

"Mr. Morgan."

She picked up her briefcase and said quickly: "How about we come to our company to sit and chat?"

The environment here is too bad.

The floor is full of garbage, so I have to find a coffee shop.

As she spoke, she puffed up her chest and quietly pushed her hair behind her ears.

"No."

With average looks, Ethan declined: "I'm in a hurry, just tell me the price and I'll evaluate it."

The Gallagher house, just a few streets away.

Their house is only worth 120,000 to 30,000 yuan, and it's not far from here. If it's too expensive, I'll find a way to make Frank more noisy. If the price is about the same, then take it.

After all, the transportation here is more convenient and the public security is much better.

The female intermediary nodded and quickly calculated.

She quickly came up with a figure, gritted her teeth and looked at Ethan: "$2.66 million, this building is yours."

"You can evaluate it. This price is definitely lower than the surrounding market price."

"I promise, it's much lower!"

Ethan put his hands in his pockets and looked behind him. He saw several vines climbing up the red brick exterior wall of the small building. They looked quite pretty under the sunlight.

This female agent is telling the truth.

Before coming over, he checked the surrounding house prices on the computer.

After this small building has been repaired, it is absolutely no problem to sell it for more than three million. This time, I can be considered a moderate bargain.

"Do you accept cash?"

Looking back, Ethan raised the corners of his mouth: "Don't worry, it's the kind with legal income certificate."

"certainly."

The female agent's eyes lit up and she stretched out her hand to Ethan.

The palms of the two people were held together forcefully, and they both showed happy smiles.

Night falls.

Inside the Cadillac, the phone rang.

"Hello."

Ethan answered the phone and said in a deep voice: "This is Morgan."

"Sheriff, good news." Horsted's urgent voice sounded: "There are clues in the license plate number. It's near a factory in the West District. Where are you?"

"I'm busy now."

The neon lights in the bar changed colors on Ethan's face: "We are following up on another clue, just go."

"If anything happens, keep in touch on the phone at any time."

"OK."

Horsted's call was quickly hung up.

Inside the car, it became quiet again.

Even if someone is found over there, Josie here still needs to be taught a lesson. After waiting for a while, the glass door of the small bar opened, and a man wearing a duck-billed hat walked out quickly.

He looked around and came to the Cadillac.

The rear window lowered, revealing Hank's expressionless face, with band-aids still covering several of his wounds.

"Confirmed."

Olinsky took off the candy, nodded and said: "The woman is inside. I feel there is no other accomplice, but I can't be sure."

"It's not about the money."

Hank's eyes flashed brightly, and his hoarse voice sounded: "It's not because I was beaten."

"This is for my grandson, for my grandson who was threatened with having his belly removed before he was born."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Olinsky reached out his hand and held it tightly with Hank.

"We are together." Ethan also turned around and held hands with Hank.

In this matter, they must take revenge severely, no matter who they are or what they have to face.

After a brief conversation, he took the baseball bat from Hank.

Push the car door hard and step out of the car.

Walking quickly along the alley next to this small bar, the light from the street lamp shone on me, lengthening the shadows.

Soon, we arrived at the ajar back door.

He clamped the baseball bat, pulled on his glove, grabbed the wooden door, and ducked in.

Inside, country music is soothing.

There were only five or six people sitting in the entire small bar.

In order to make himself look less idle, the male bartender was wiping the glass in his hand with a white towel and chatting and laughing with the black-haired girl sitting next to the bar from time to time.

Oval face, long hair flowing down.

The woman was wearing a pair of light blue jeans, and even though she was sitting on a high stool, she could still see that her legs were slender.

From the side profile, she looks pretty.

Ethan looked around. There were no surveillance cameras in this bar.

He was very satisfied with this.

Walking to the pool table, he swung the baseball bat over his shoulder, grabbed it with both hands, and looked at the people in the bar expressionlessly.

With this movement, he picked up his coat.

The police badge and gun hanging on his waist are particularly conspicuous.

It was difficult for the drinkers to ignore the fact that a big living person stood here and made such a move. Some people smelled something wrong and quickly put down their glasses.

The chatter in the bar quickly disappeared.

The bartender stopped wiping the glass and swallowed hard when he saw the unkind look on the plainclothes man's face.

"Boom."

The front door was pushed open and hit the brass bell above.

The black-haired woman was drinking. She heard the sound of the bell and subconsciously looked towards the door.

When she saw two men walking in with baseball bats, she felt panicked. When she saw the man in front of her who was walking with a slight limp, her hand holding the wine glass trembled suddenly.

A few drops of wine stained his jeans and he fainted quickly.

He quickly turned his head and looked in the direction of the back door. A handsome guy was looking over with an expressionless face.

There were a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

"Boom!"

Ethan let go and hit the pool table with a stick: "Okay, if you have nothing to do, you can leave first. If you want to stay, just pretend I didn't tell you."

In front, Olinsky looked at the drinker next to him.

He swung the baseball bat in his hand and flicked it on the wine glass.

"boom."

The glass shattered and the wine splattered.

Several drinkers in the room looked at each other, got up and left quickly. As for calling the police, they didn't even think about it.

These people with evil faces showed their bright police badges.

Who would do something stupid like that.

The bartender inside the bar also raised his hands and carefully moved outside. He was not even interested in taking a look at the double-barreled shotgun hanging under the counter.

By the time the bartender left, there were only five people left in the room.

There is also a light spot in the toilet not far behind the black-haired woman.

Ethan walked over quickly, being careful.

"Good evening, Josie."

Hank walked towards the black-haired woman, took out a pair of walnut pliers from his pocket, and slapped it on the bar with a bang:

"Judging from the reaction, you should know who I am."

"Yeah?"

Qiao Qian twitched the corners of her mouth, played with the wine glass and said, "I think you must have recognized the wrong person."

The light shone in the cup in her hand, and the wine was as red as blood.

Thanks to the colorful bat brother for the reward and support, thank you!