My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"whisky."

Ethan took out the change and winked at the female bartender: "Pure."

"Ok, no problem."

The female bartender grabbed the change with a smile and brought a glass to the other party: "Not a bad choice."

After looking at Ethan's handsome face, she filled the wine glass almost full.

"Thanks."

Picking up the glass and nodding to the bartender, Ethan took a sip of whiskey and began to wander.

Now is not the time to flirt with girls.

Not only him, but two other people also came to the scene.

Atwater was sitting next to the dance floor, happily throwing small bills into it. The money would not be spent in vain. If there were any leftovers that would have to be turned in, he would just let them go and play.

And Horsted was sitting alone on the small round table in the corner.

He seemed to be staring at the girl passing by, but in fact, he was looking around at the situation.

Sipping the whiskey in his hand, Ethan walked slowly towards the dance floor.

Most of the surrounding areas are surrounded by walls. From the outside, there is nothing unusual about it.

Security personnel in black suits stood in every corner of the club with their hands folded in front of them. They did not carry guns, and normal clubs did not need these gadgets.

The only thing required is to be tall enough.

Most of the time, these people are just mascots, standing here to control the situation.

But this club is not normal. There will definitely be a gunman guard inside, but I don’t know where it is. You must act quickly when the time comes, and you must not give the gunman time to react.

"How about it?"

Ethan opened a small round table next to the dance floor and sat down. He looked at the dancer not far away and moved his lips lightly: "Did you find anything?"

Next to it, is Atwater.

This guy was wearing a tight T-shirt and all his tendons.

"The club manager is at three o'clock, wearing jeans and a black shirt." Atwater grabbed the beer bottle and took a big gulp: "I counted and saw five security personnel."

Ethan didn't speak, just drank the whiskey one sip after another.

The girl named Alyssa didn't lie. There was indeed a basement in this club. The radar was full of blips, many of which pointed downwards.

"Based on the information provided by Alyssa."

Atwater's rich voice sounded again: "Go into the basement and go inside where the lap dance is."

"Well, it's over there."

Ethan shifted his gaze and looked towards the corner.

According to the architectural blueprint, there should have been an open space and a staircase going down, but now it is enclosed and turned into a private place.

If you are interested in having guests come.

Then he can spend a little money and let the dancers perform an intimate and very educational dance inside.

No one would have thought that there is a unique packaging workshop hidden inside.

This time, it was thanks to Alyssa.

Otherwise, there is no telling how long these people can hide.

"knew."

Ethan took a sip of whiskey: "Continue to observe the environment and don't make any mistakes."

Throwing a handful of small bills onto the dance floor, he stood up and left.

Despite the information provided by Alyssa, out of caution, it is definitely necessary to come here to observe beforehand. What you see with your eyes is more intuitive.

When taking action, you will not be in a hurry.

Walking around inside, I looked for an opportunity to communicate with Horsted.

It’s time to play, but there’s still business to do.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the strip club became more and more intense. Ethan quickly took the next step, holding up his wine glass and nodding to the dancers who were above his level.

In a place like this, not much needs to be said.

Sometimes, you can understand it with just one look.

"Hi~"

The blonde girl walked over with her slender waist twisted, a smile on her sexy face: "How about it, do you want to see me dance?"

A white shirt like strips of cloth, tied crosswise on the body.

Under the red plaid skirt are two straight long legs, and the waistcoat line is clearly visible.

"good."

Ethan lit up his cigarette with satisfaction, waved and snapped his fingers: "Let's go, let's explore the little secrets of the Angel Club together."

"Hahaha."

The plaid skirt shook vigorously, turned around and walked forward: "Please, it's obviously a big secret."

"That's right."

Ethan laughed, followed the swaying hips, and walked towards the place he saw before.

Two security guards, easily passed.

There are small rooms separated on both sides of the passage, and figures are swaying inside the hazy glass.

The neon lights are particularly blurry.

"Don't stop."

Ethan slapped his butt lightly: "I like a quieter place."

The plaid skirt squeaked and turned a corner.

Ahead, there are two forked roads, one left and one right.

The maintenance tape blocked the left side. Inside was a door with a toilet sign nailed to it.

Ethan's eyebrows twitched, this was too obvious.

The strip club would have had a restroom in a place like this, which was obviously a covered-up basement entrance.

"This way."

The stripper pushed open a small room next to her and walked in, swinging her plaid skirt.

Ethan's face remained as usual and he closed the door happily.

The next night.

The lights were brightly lit in the garage, and a group of people gathered around the table next to the iron cage, staring at the simple map on it.

"I'll say it again."

Ethan grabbed a big pen and circled several red dots on the map: "The security personnel in the club are basically in these places. They kept an eye on them for several hours last night, but there hasn't been much change."

"Pay attention to these security personnel and don't let them cause trouble."

He said seriously to everyone: "The main thing is to control the scene. Even if the shots are fired, it is mainly to warn."

"If you have to, you can use your hands or feet."

"The first goal is to get the club manager under control and then move quickly. We don't have that much time to struggle with them slowly. Everything has to be fast, like the wind."

"Erwin."

Ethan looked at Olinsky again: "You are responsible for the response, the location is here."

"clear."

Olinsky made a received gesture.

Atwater and Horstead on the side thought for a while and added some details.

Strive to allow the next action to proceed smoothly.

"Hank."

When they finished speaking, Ethan looked to the side and said in a deep voice: "You leave the garage in charge of monitoring, and we will take over when we come back."

This operation is very important, Hank is also here.

"Don't worry."

He stretched out his fist and said in a hoarse voice: "Everyone, be careful. I'll wait for you to come back."

"certainly."

Ethan nodded and reached out first.

Others followed one after another, fists bumping into each other.

"Leave in five minutes."

After letting go, Ethan threw a cigarette into his mouth: "Tonight, I will take you to enjoy the joy of robbery."

With a simple sentence, the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

"Hahaha."

Everyone laughed and gave each other high fives and fist bumps.

This kind of thing happens rarely, so they all look eager to try it.

A group of people all dressed in jeans, cheap baseball uniforms, and wearing hoods.

They don't look like police, but like a bunch of bandits.