My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Precinct 21.

Front door.

Ethan and Antonio were standing on the steps, and the old god was smoking a cigarette on the ground.

Others also wanted to follow.

It is extremely rare for someone to escape from them so smoothly, so everyone in the intelligence team is very interested in meeting Leila and taking a good look at this woman.

However, they were all scolded by Ethan.

The more people come down at this time, the more shameful they will appear to each other.

Ethan slowly puffed out the smoke and squinted his eyes under the sun. He wanted to see what Layla wanted to do when he ran over. If it was a rant, he would make her regret her decision.

Before I finished smoking a cigarette, the black Mercedes-Benz turned the corner and drove slowly.

Behind, followed by a Ford.

The person driving the car was none other than Atwater, and you could see his depressed look from afar.

The Mercedes-Benz stopped and the rear door opened.

Layla stepped on the ground with long high-heeled boots. She bent over and walked out of the car. The Latina woman put on a military green coat and looked unique.

A pair of eyes, as charming as silk.

She looked at the two people standing on the steps with a slight smile on her lips.

Holding something in his hand, he walked over with his hips twisted.

"Click, click."

The sound of boot soles hitting the pavement was clear.

"Antonio." Layla stopped and stood in front of the two of them.

She smiled and raised her head.

The two people standing on the steps looked at her condescendingly. They had an excellent view, and they could easily penetrate from the V-neck. Their wheat-colored skin was full of luster, and the scenery was not ordinary beautiful.

After a few seconds of silence, Layla couldn't bear the gazes of the two of them and tightened her clothes:

"Good afternoon, both officers."

"Um."

Ethan nodded and looked at the femme fatale with admiration: "Do you want to go up and have a cup of coffee?"

This is a smart guy, and he likes smart people.

"No." Layla shook her head slowly.

"Why?" Antonio crossed his arms and sneered, "Are you afraid of meeting your old friends?"

"Sorry." Layla didn't care, she chuckled: "From the moment Roslin took me into the Red Bridge Club, I realized that I don't have any friends in this world."

"You can only rely on yourself for everything."

She handed over the document in her hand and placed it in front of Ethan: "I'm very sorry for causing you trouble."

"These are my phone call records, and credit card records."

"Nothing else, I just thought you might need it, so I prepared it for you in advance."

"There are some things that I want to apologize to you for."

Leila raised her chin, closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the sun falling on her face: "All this is just a weak woman who wants to enjoy the sunshine quietly."

Taking the file, Ethan patted it in his hand.

Without saying a word, he just tore it into pieces.

"I don't know, what are your plans next?" Ethan grabbed the waste paper in his hand and asked with a smile: "Mrs. Roslin?"

"Just call me Layla."

Layla opened her eyes and her eyes became much clearer: "Florida, plane in three hours."

"I heard the sunshine there is pretty good."

"Okay." Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand: "I wish you a happy life."

Not only smart, but also very alert.

This woman deserved the money she made, and Ethan gave up the idea of ​​taking advantage of others.

"Thank you." Layla shook hands with Ethan, then looked at Antonio: "Big man, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Antonio had a straight face and had no intention of speaking.

Seeing this, Leila smiled with silver teeth.

She stepped up the steps, quickly hugged Antonio, and kissed him hard.

This sudden attack left Antonio at a loss.

He just wanted to push her away, but the woman let go in advance and stepped back continuously. Leila wiped her beautiful red lips with her thumb and laughed heartily.

Her steps were fast, and she ran towards the Mercedes-Benz with light steps.

Before getting in the car, he blew a kiss to Antonio.

"bump."

The vehicle quickly left and drove towards the sun.

Looking at the leaving black Mercedes-Benz, Antonio grabbed his fists hard and couldn't help but lick his lips, which still had a faint fruity fragrance.

"Hey, big guy."

Ethan reached out and bumped Antonio's shoulder, jokingly saying: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Uh-huh."

Antonio's face instantly turned as red as pig liver.

"I didn't do anything to her." The guy waved his arms and stammered to explain: "I don't know why she did this."

"Hahaha."

Ethan stood on the steps in front of the police station, laughing heartily.

"damn it."

Antonio became angry, grabbed the other person's shoulders, clenched his fists and turned hard on him.

Not far away, Atwater and Burgess couldn't help laughing.

They had a panoramic view of the scene that happened before. They were shocked at first, and now they also started laughing.

It's rare to see Antonio like this.

"asshole."

Antonio cursed and hurried back to the police station with a red face.

The two people in casual clothes quickly put away their smiles and walked up the steps together.

Atwater grabbed the phone and pressed the buttons busily.

It seems that there is something very important.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan's footsteps moved like a big mountain, firmly blocking his way.

"Boss."

Atwater bared his big white teeth in greeting, continued to look at the phone, and wanted to walk to the other side.

A few drops of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Ethan's face was expressionless, and he moved his steps to block him again.

Three fingers stretched out and rubbed at him quickly, making a universal gesture.

"Please."

Atwater grimaced and looked toward Burgess for help.

"No please."

Ethan continued to rub his fingers: "Just give me money."

"Here's my dinner money."

Atwater's face was so distressed that he reluctantly took out ten dollars, closed his eyes, and patted Ethan's hand resignedly.

"Thanks."

Satisfied, Ethan put the money into his trouser pocket, one yard at a time, it was his own, it was his.

Burgess smiled irritably and walked up the steps.

"Snapped."

While Atwater was distracted and there was no one else around, Ethan slapped Burgess in the face like lightning.

"Hey."

Burgess covered his butt, bit his lip and looked back.

A green light flashed, and several hundred-dollar bills appeared in front of her, exuding a charming aura.

"You two don't go back yet."

Ethan shook the money in his hand and said cheerfully: "Everyone has worked hard these two days. Let's go find a barbecue restaurant and buy some beef ribs or something like that. Come back. Remember to spend all the money. There won't be any left. .”

"Yes~"

Burgess snatched the money away and ran down the steps happily.

"Boss, you are this one."

The big black man gave a thumbs up, bared his white teeth and followed quickly.