My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Gregory's brain was instantly destroyed, and the hand holding the gun dropped.

The corpse fell back heavily with the Asian woman. The woman was so frightened that she turned pale and struggled desperately to get away. She cried and crawled toward the lawn, and was picked up by Irene who rushed over.

The people squatting next to him also screamed and left, leaving an open space.

"Shet."

Horsted stepped forward quickly. He stared at the small hole between his eyebrows and the blood stains that quickly spread on the ground, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

From this angle, I dare to shoot.

People without strong self-confidence would not even dare to think about shooting, let alone pull the trigger.

He turned around and gave a thumbs up to Ethan inside.

"You did a good job." Olinsky quickly approached from the side, biting the candy and said: "It's just that it was too straightforward, without even a word to persuade him to surrender."

"The way it makes me feel."

Olinsky adjusted his duck-billed hat and his gray beard trembled:

"You just go out to kill people!"

Ethan was stunned for a moment and slowed down his pace. It seemed that he had really not thought about trying to persuade him to surrender just now.

In his mind, he was thinking about finding an opportunity to kill the other party.

It seems that my current thinking is still stuck in that time in Colombia. Even if I return to Chicago, I haven't changed yet.

"Please."

Ethan shook his head and said with a smile: "This kind of person must be killed immediately if there is a chance."

"How about you go ask the kidnapped girl."

"Ask her if she agrees with me."

You can take your time to adapt. After all, this is only the third day after returning. Gregory deserves to die. Going to court is a waste of taxpayers' money.

Olinsky smiled dumbly and said nothing more.

Just now, it was just such a casual sentence.

Hank saw that Gregory was shot dead and quickly stepped forward.

He picked up the handbag that had fallen aside, hurriedly opened the zipper, rummaged through a pile of bills inside to find a wallet, and opened it with trembling fingers.

Looking at the yellowed photo, my eyes turned red.

With a slight shake, a simple-looking diamond ring fell from the wallet into Hank's hand.

The sun shines on it, giving off a bright light.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and tightly held the diamond ring left by his deceased wife in his hand.

The next day, as night fell, the Cadillac slowly drove downstairs to an apartment building.

"Shush."

The windows were rolled down and a loud whistle sounded.

"How about it?"

Beside the corridor entrance, Eileen saw the car stop and immediately flipped her long, slightly curly brown hair and turned around: "I shouldn't embarrass her, right?"

After finishing speaking, he walked towards Ethan with a smile.

She was wearing a skirt and high heels, and her hips swayed as she walked, looking very sexy.

She is on the short side, but has a slim figure.

What should be big is big, what should be thin is thin.

In the little black dress, her belly is very flat.

Long-term exercise makes her look very sporty without losing her charm.

"How can it be embarrassing?"

Ethan watched Irene move her hips and get into the car, raised her eyebrows and said, "She is lucky to have a daughter like you."

"Thanks."

Erin bowed to express her gratitude.

"Can you drive?" She pulled her seat belt and said with a pout, "This fake gentleman doesn't know how to get out of the car and help open the door."

"Don't forget." Ethan stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel:

"I'm here to help, and it's free."

This time he was accompanying Irene to attend her mother's wedding, and Ethan also struggled to change into a suit.

To say it helps is an understatement.

"OK, OK."

Erin held up a small envelope in her hand and said distressedly: "I will pay for the gift tonight alone. That's okay. Just treat it like I'm treating you to a meal."

"You should have done it in the first place." Ethan raised his middle finger at her:

"Do you still want me to pay?"

Erin put down the small envelope and returned it with two middle fingers.

The three fingers collided with each other, accompanied by a burst of laughter.

After a while of commotion, the two finally calmed down.

Ethan held the steering wheel and saw from the corner of his eye that Irene was a little nervous and her fingertips were tapping her handbag rapidly.

"Don't take it to heart."

Ethan turned on the car CD and music poured out: "This is just a party. We only care about one thing, eating."

"Um."

Erin nodded heavily, her earrings swaying.

She clenched her fists and said seriously: "Eat!"

On the surface, she doesn't seem to care, but from her carefully styled hair and matching clothes, she can get the opposite answer.

He could guess Irene's little thoughts.

She just wants to prove that she can live a very good life even without her mother, no worse than anyone else, so Ethan also dressed up handsomely tonight to give Irene a lot of face.

The wheels turned quickly, and ten minutes later we arrived outside a small restaurant.

Inside, flowers and ribbons were arranged everywhere.

It's not luxurious, but it looks very warm. Through the glass window, you can see Erin's mother Bonnie.

She was wearing a white short skirt and stood next to a man in a suit with a simple face.

The two people were greeting the guests who came to the wedding, with happy and happy smiles on their faces.

"Forget it, let's go."

Erin looked at the scene in front of her and clenched her fists: "I don't want to experience these things."

"Ms. Lindsay."

Ethan took off his seat belt and held her fist: "There are some things you have to face."

"Just like Nadia, you have to face your past in order to better move towards the future. If you don't pull out the thorn, it will only get stuck deeper and deeper."

"All right."

Erin took a deep breath and pushed open the car door.

Ethan walked up to her, put one hand in his pocket, and bent the arm of the other hand: "Come on, Ms. Lindsay, I will lend you this elbow tonight."

"Ha ha."

Erin chuckled and held his arm.

The leather shoes are shiny and the high heels click.

The two of them walked towards the reserved restaurant together. Both the man and woman looked extraordinary.

Walk into the restaurant and look around.

Tables were put together in the middle, covered with goose-yellow tablecloths and filled with bottles of flowers.

There are also several small tables for doubles scattered nearby.

It feels quite good inside, and there is a faint aroma coming from the kitchen.

"Eileen."

As a cry rang out, the hand holding his own suddenly became a little harder.

Bonnie and the honest man next to her walked over together, and both seemed very happy to see Irene appear.

"Hey."

Erin raised her hand and said hello with a smile: "I brought a friend here, I hope you don't mind."

"of course not."

Bonnie smiled and patted her thighs, raising her hands slightly to make a gesture of opening her arms.

But he seemed a little timid.