My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

on the road.

The silver Mercedes swayed from side to side.

This rather ambiguous scene caused passing cars to honk their horns from time to time.

But they were strange.

Why is there such a strange combination on the outside of the vehicle?

A guy was walking behind and smoking, two tough men were pushing the cart, and the last little fat man was carefully controlling the steering wheel, making trembling whispers from time to time.

"I'm so scared."

"How about someone else, Morgan!"

"God, it's looking at me."

"Should I see an animal doctor or a human doctor if I get bitten?"

"To shut up."

Atwater was panting and cursed in a low voice: "Control the direction, turn the corner and walk a few hundred meters to Tyson's house. You deserve to be bitten!"

After resting for a while in the tunnel, they decided to push the cart forward.

It’s not far from Tyson’s house anyway.

Staying in the tunnel will sooner or later lead to patrol police coming to investigate.

Ethan said he was injured and asked the three guys to push the car forward. Allen did his job, or he was forced to take over the task of controlling the steering wheel.

After all, he was the one who caused the incident.

Even though I was extremely reluctant, I could only put my hand through the car window and fiddle with the steering wheel from time to time.

The tiger was moving slowly on the back row.

He was so frightened that his heart was beating wildly, for fear that he would also be slapped.

Fortunately, after the initial torment, the tiger's drug effect seemed not to have worn off yet, and he seemed to be very low on energy and was just moving slowly inside.

"My dad's car."

Seeing that several more holes were made in the back row, Allen cried again:
  "He will definitely kill me."

"rest assured."

Ethan moved his shoulders and exhaled smoke heavily: "Before that, Wendy will kill you first."

"Why don't I find it comforting?"

The little fat man turned back depressedly.

"Because it's not." Ethan held a cigarette in his mouth and looked sideways at this guy.

After a lot of tossing, I finally arrived at Tyson’s house.

"God, look at this big villa." Atwater raised his head and said in surprise: "Didn't you say that this guy is in financial crisis? Why can he still live in such a luxurious place?"

After entering the iron gate, they walked along the private road.

All the way to a spacious and luxurious villa, a place that would cost millions to buy.

"This kind of person, this kind of fame."

Ethan waved for them to stop the car: "It's easy to make money. Just accepting a commercial performance will be your income for several years. Come on, don't say such things."

Go up the steps and ring the doorbell.

Soon, the tall door opened.

"good."

The black top hat appeared in the door and looked at his watch with satisfaction: "You guys are on time. Where is Mr. Tyson's tiger?"

"Here."

Horsted gasped and pointed back: "We sacrificed the vehicle and brought it here."

"Now the administrator can take the car away."

"gentlemen."

Ethan also asked with a serious face: "Can we meet Mr. Tyson? The surveillance at your home is really important to us."

The black top hat glanced at the people in front, with a smile on his lips:
  "follow me."

"Let's see how Mr. Tyson is feeling!"

Things didn't seem to be going so smoothly. Several people looked at each other and reluctantly followed the butler-looking guy inside.

Past the luxurious living room and along the corridor.

"Bang, bang!"

A dull hitting sound sounded. When Allen heard this voice, he felt his teeth sore, recalling the punch he had just received in the face.

Black Top Hat opened a door and his vision suddenly opened up.

This is a small boxing gym.

There is a variety of fitness equipment and a standard boxing ring. Tyson, wearing boxing shorts and gloves, is on it, punching a guy holding a boxing target.

Time has not let go of this ferocious beast in the boxing world.

Those terrifying muscles are long gone.

However, compared with ordinary people, he is still extremely tall and tall, and his steps are also very flexible, and he can vaguely see some shadows of his past.

Atwater couldn't help but stop.

There were tears in my eyes.

He didn't lie, he was really a fan of Tyson. Looking at the man in front of him, Big Black remembered the battle of the gods in 1988, when he defeated another heavyweight boxing champion in just 91 seconds.

Retire the opponent directly.

This is the terrifying fighting power of Tyson at his peak.

Thinking of this, Atwater was so excited that his fingers were trembling slightly, and he wanted to immediately ask to take a photo with him.

"Mr. Tyson."

The shouts rang out, and the black top hat stopped the opponent's daily exercise: "Those guys who stole the tiger are here."

The words were ugly, but they were correct.

Ethan waved his arm and knocked hard on Allen's head.

The latter bared his teeth and dared not speak.

"Boom."

Hitting the target with a heavy punch, Tyson stopped. He looked at the clock on the wall and nodded slightly: "Yes, I like guys who are on time. It's even better if you guys arrived earlier."

"Sorry to trouble you."

Atwater couldn't wait to talk to his idol: "Mr. Tyson, can you let us check the surveillance? This is very important!"

"I said it." Tyson banged the gloves in his hand twice:

"It depends on my mood."

Crystal beads of sweat appeared on the opponent's strong body. The former boxing king squinted at the four people below: "You just sent my tiger back, but what about the damage caused?"

"I will compensate according to the price."

Ethan raised his hand helplessly: "I will leave an address, Mr. Tyson, and you can just send me the bill."

If you break other people's things.

Compensation for losses is a matter of course, which is very difficult for other people.

The boss himself had no choice but to take over.

"very good."

Tyson nodded with satisfaction: "One more thing, my sparring partner has something to do and can't come over tonight, so I'm not in a good mood."

"You four guys."

He stretched out his thick arms and swiped his gloves at the following people one by one: "You must be responsible for making me feel better."

"Boom."

Having said this, he smashed the two gloves together with a grin.

The hearts of the four people below were trembling together.

Idols, be idols.

But Atwater doesn't want to just be beaten. Who dares to underestimate this ferocious beast, even though he may only have [-] to [-]% of his previous combat power.

However, his eyes soon sparkled.

This is Mike Tyson.

Even if he was beaten, he would admit it.

Being able to fight against the opponent is enough to brag for a lifetime.

Next to him, Horsted also looked eager to try. None of the people in the intelligence team was a coward. Each one was more competitive than the other, and he felt comfortable being able to fight and get beaten by Tyson.

It's different from them.

Allen's legs were shaking like an electric shock, and he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. (End of chapter)