My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Thousands of miles of sky, white clouds drifting.

Looking around, the world is desolate.

There was a slight buzzing in his ears. After looking at the scenery outside the porthole for a while, Ethan rubbed his eyes.

"you're awake?"

Noticing his movements, a shout rang out from beside him.

"Um."

Ethan nodded and straightened the sofa chair.

"come on."

Matt unscrewed a bottle of whiskey and poured three glasses of wine on the table: "Sandro and I just studied the plan. Take a look and see if there is anything you need to add."

The three of them were on the private plane.

We are now on our way to Phoenix, which is the state capital of Arizona. The city is close to the US-Mexico border and is also a place where Mexican cartel activities are very rampant.

"Say it."

Ethan sat down and picked up a glass of wine.

I don't have any opinions on their plans, but the situation needs to be clarified.

He can help, but he has to know the situation.

Things can't be done haphazardly, and you can help. If you're just a gunman, that's not within his scope of consideration.

"Fausto, the leader of the independence cartel."

Matt took a sip of whiskey and tapped his fingers on the densely written record book: "He is also the target of our group. This guy will not come out easily if he stays in Mexico."

"It's rare to find where he lives, let alone his true whereabouts."

Looking at the name above, Sandro gritted his teeth.

In order to avenge the murder of his family, he would sacrifice everything, including his own life.

Ethan shook out a few cigarettes, distributed them to the two of them, and lit the lighter: "So, we need to find his whereabouts first."

Flying on a private jet is one of the benefits.

"That's right."

Matt nodded and cracked his knuckles: "I want to go one step further. Fausto's cousin Diaz is operating in Phoenix. On the surface, he is a legitimate businessman. There is nothing unusual about it."

"In fact, Diaz is an important figure in this independence-trafficking group."

"And he must know where Fausto is."

"OK."

Ethan spread his hands: "So we grabbed Diaz directly and asked for the address."

"no."

Matt shook his head and gave an unexpected answer: "That will alarm the people behind."

"As for Diaz, we ignored him and only touched his business. At the same time, we cut off his men and made Diaz feel bad and fled back to Mexico."

"The money he left here needs to be shipped back to Mexico."

"When the time comes, you and Sandro go there with the money. When Diaz receives the money, you control him and let him take you to Fausto."

These words made Ethan confused.

What does it mean to go with the money? He was confused.

"Is such that."

Sandro smiled: "This independence trafficking group has a special tunnel responsible for transporting goods."

"According to Matt's intelligence, there are black policemen controlled by monopolies in Mexico who are responsible for transporting these things. A large amount of cash is transported back to Mexico, and Diaz will definitely receive it personally."

"Wait a moment."

Ethan raised his hand and interrupted them: "Let me follow your thoughts."

"That's why we are here to create some chaos and scare Diaz back to Mexico. He must have returned through normal channels."

"But the money he has here needs to go back through the tunnel."

He picked up the whiskey and took a sip carefully: "For safety, there will be Mexican police officers responsible for escorting the money. The goods are very valuable, and Diaz will definitely receive them personally."

"We controlled the black policeman and asked him to take us to see Diaz."

"Go through Diaz and find Fausto."

"In this way, there is no need to alert Fausto in advance, and the smuggling channel can be destroyed at the same time."

"That's right." Matt gave a thumbs up in appreciation: "This is our plan. On the surface it looks like we are going to deal with Diaz, but in fact we are using him to find Fausto."

To strike a chord and scare the snake, secretly hide in Chencang.

It's so smooth, one link after another.

Ethan also understood why he was called to go to Mexico, which was not suitable for large force operations.

When the time comes, we will definitely have to act covertly.

If there are only one or two people, to be honest, no one knows what will happen there. There must be people like himself accompanying Sandro.

It's true that Matt wants to avenge Sandro, but he can't watch him die.

This action plan can minimize the opponent's reaction time, but in the home of an independence-trafficking group boss, with twenty or thirty people guarding him, this last step is not that easy.

In fact, Matt can still achieve the last goal.

It is to help Sandro get revenge and at the same time destroy this Mexican independence cartel.

Ethan has not forgotten that they initially clashed over business snatching. The deepest reason was that the interests of the CIA were harmed.

"All right."

After flipping through the record book, Ethan frowned: "What about the authentic information?"

There is no record of such an important thing.

"Um."

Matt coughed and said with some embarrassment: "We don't know about this yet, but don't worry, we already have a clue."

"Next, let's go talk to the FBI first."

"Diaz made a big noise here two days ago. He is now being watched by the FBI. I need to get the case over and not let things go wrong."

"I also need to find cover when I move here, just like last time, you understand."

Rolling his eyes, Ethan drank all the wine in the glass.

After all, I haven't even scratched the surface, and I don't know if the three days of leave I asked for are enough.

As for what Matt said, of course I understand.

On the surface, people from the CIA are not qualified to operate within the country.

Last time Phillips and he went to Colombia, they needed help from the Intelligence Bureau. This time, Matt also needed to say hello to the FBI.

I am too lazy to take care of these things.

Anyway, in the end, just shoot and kill, don’t think too much about it.

"correct."

"I have no objection to your plan." Ethan thought of something and picked up the bottle: "There is just one question, what is my identity?"

It’s one thing in Medellin and another here.

You can't tell others that you are a Chicago police officer, it's almost like joking.

"Like me, they are consultants to the Department of Defense."

Matt cheerfully opened his backpack and took out a Ministry of Defense ID card: "If anyone wants to check, your information will only be directed to me."

"Don't worry, the confidentiality level is very high."

"Your information is guaranteed to be safe."

A consultant to the Ministry of National Defense and also a cover for Tiger Balm, Ethan took the certificate. It had his own profile picture and name on it, and he didn’t know when Matt got it.

It seems that the other party has been prepared for a long time.

"this thing."

Shaking the certificate in his hand, he asked curiously: "Is it true?"

"There is nothing fake here."

A smile appeared on Matt's lips, and he said meaningfully: "Also, I have created a direct file for you in the Intelligence Bureau. It is no problem to say that you are now a member of the CIA."

"Very good."

Ethan's eyes lit up and he looked excited: "Then if I commit any crime, I will report it directly to this consultant of the Ministry of National Defense."

"When the time comes, the Intelligence Bureau will be found anyway, right?"

"If you guessed correctly, I am your subordinate?"

He showed his white teeth and smiled cheerfully: "If something happens, you can help me cover it up, right?"

"ah?"

This series of words made Matt's face suddenly collapse.

It seems that I did something stupid.

"Hahaha."

Sandro burst out laughing when he saw the change in his expression.

He wanted to catch the eagle, but was pecked in the eye.

It is foreseeable that some very interesting things will definitely happen in the future.

"Well!!!"

Looking at the certificate in Ethan's hand, Matt had the urge to take it back. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it. Things had to be done step by step. This bastard was simply slippery.

"As long as you don't cause any terrorist attacks." He sighed and said helplessly, "I should be able to wipe your butt clean."

"Thank you, thank you very much." Ethan was overjoyed and stuffed the certificate into his pocket:

"Then I won't be polite."

In his opinion, this identity is more valuable than Sandro's five million dollars, and he didn't promise the other party anything anyway.

This matter was simply brought to the door by Matt.

On the surface, the CIA can only report to the outside world, but they also have a lot of people operating within the country, which is a tacit secret.

Only when it comes to such high-profile cases, these people will go to the FBI to make trouble.

Many people are reluctant to mess with agents when they meet them.

Now that I have this identity unexpectedly, it will be very convenient for me to do some things in the future.

"Buzz."

During the conversation, Matt's phone vibrated.

He immediately picked up the phone, and after answering it for a while, his face became excited, he whispered a few words, and then hung up.

"good news."

Matt looked at Sandro and scratched his gray beard: "The Mexican side has already negotiated. They agreed to hand over Guillermo. Our plan can start."

"Um."

Sandro nodded, his eyes showing a cold light.

"Please?"

Ethan spread his hands and asked in confusion: "Who is Guillermo again?"

"Diaz's brother, he was caught by the Mexican police some time ago." Matt held the phone and quickly clicked his fingers: "The extradition terms have been negotiated. Our first step is to bring him back."

"After that, you can ask him for the authentic location."

No wonder he was so excited. The specific location of the tunnel was the top priority of this plan.

If you can’t find it, there’s no need to discuss anything.

The extradition matter was settled, so Matt seemed excited.

Next, this guy kept calling and arranging various things. After listening for a while, Ethan clinked wine glasses with Sandro and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Near Mexico, there is a desert scene.

It gave people a magnificent sense of loneliness, and it wasn't until they arrived in Phoenix that Ethan felt like he had suddenly broken into civilized society.

The plane did not stop here and continued to drive.

After leaving the city, it gradually descended.

Seeing the heavily guarded military base below, he gained another understanding of Matt's energy. An ordinary CIA officer would never be able to do such a thing.

Of course, if it were an ordinary CIA, it would not be possible for him to have the guts to swallow 50 million US dollars.

It is even less likely that he controls a unique Colombian network. Just for making money for the CIA, his status is very extraordinary.

But there is an inexplicable tacit understanding between Ethan and Matt.

No one asked, no one told.

Anyway, the other party's true identity is a mystery.

White smoke emitted from the tires of the plane, and it slowly stopped on the large tarmac. The cabin door was quickly opened by the crew.

"Let's go."

Matt hung up the phone and picked up his things: "I've already contacted the good people. Let's go sit down with the FBI here and find someone to help write a report. We'll start tomorrow morning."

This kind of thing is what the other two people want.

One is eager for revenge, and the other is to get things done and feel at ease early.

The so-called report writer is to find someone from the FBI to endorse their operation. Otherwise, there will be more or less trouble in the future.

Ethan also picked up his backpack and walked quickly down the hatch.

As soon as my feet landed on the ground, there was a rush of heat all over my body, and the fierce sun scorched the tarmac.

Give yourself the feeling of standing on a stove.

The three people did not stop and quickly walked towards a Saban parked not far away.

"Fake."

As soon as he got in the car, Ethan cursed.

The car was like a steamer. As soon as my butt sat down on the seat, it immediately bounced up.

"These damn soldiers."

Matt also quickly turned on the air conditioner, jumped out of the car quickly, and cursed: "Only muscles, not brains."

A few minutes later, Saboban roared out of the military base.

Matt drove with unbridled energy.

In less than half an hour, Roar arrived at the FBI building in Phoenix. At the entrance of the underground garage, Matt lowered the window and the three of them handed over their credentials as consultants to the Department of Defense.

The security guard was obviously stunned when he saw the three big men biting ice cream.

After some inspection, it was finally released.

Ethan took a bite of the ice cream and put away the certificate happily.

There's really nothing wrong with this thing.

The FBI couldn't find any clues. It was really murder and arson. No, it was necessary for charity.

"You go ahead."

The vehicle stopped, Sandro shook his head and said, "I'll wait for you here."

To put it bluntly, he also knows his identity.

It can be said that I feel uncomfortable coming to a place like this, let alone wandering up there.

Matt said nothing to this.

After eating the ice cream in two or three bites, Ethan opened the door. On the plane just now, Matt said that Diaz and his gang made big news here two days ago, so he was also very curious.

At least you need to have a basic understanding of the person you are planning to attack.

"correct."

As he walked towards the elevator door, Matt reminded in a low voice: "Only the three of us know what we just discussed on the plane."

"We're here just for Diaz."

"rest assured."

Ethan bumped fists with him and walked into the elevator together.

As for the things Matt did, that is, himself. If ordinary people knew about it, their heads would be buzzing.

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