My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

nightclub

The two looked at each other, both smiling.

Just like those lonely urban men and women next to them, they start to get in touch with the person they like.

The moment he felt the calluses on the other person's hand, Ethan knew that his intuition was right. The woman in front of him definitely played with guns frequently, otherwise there would be no traces like this.

And, even though the other party didn't use much force.

But the muscle lines on his arms are still vaguely visible, and if he guessed correctly, his close combat skills should be quite good.

Although I didn’t want to have contact with each other before.

But now that people have come to his door, he naturally won't chase them away. At least he wants to see what kind of medicine this mixed-race woman is selling in her gourd.

"Please take a seat, Ms. Xiao."

Ethan let go of his hand and motioned to the side cheerfully: "If you don't mind, how about a glass of whiskey. A good Macallan. I think we still need some strong drinks in a place like a nightclub."

"no problem."

The mixed-race woman Shi Shiran sat down.

Her sitting posture is very unique, she is not too relaxed, and can suddenly explode in any unexpected situation.

As soon as she sat down, the woman started playing with her phone.

It wasn’t that she was rude. She put the phone in her small handbag after tapping it a few times and looked at Ethan who was pouring the wine with a smile: “Sir, what do you call me?”

"Morgan, Ethan Morgan."

Ethan poured half a glass of whiskey aside and pushed it aside: "Ms. Xiao, I won't add ice to you. I have an inexplicable feeling that you will like this strong taste!"

"Too bad I didn't order tequila."

He picked up his wine glass and gestured to the other party: "I think that suits your temperament."

"bump."

The two cups collided together with a crisp sound.

The amber liquid shows a variety of colors under the neon lights, which looks quite confusing and gorgeous.

"Mr. Morgan."

Xiao brought the cup to his lips, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can I understand that this is a compliment to me?"

"of course."

Ethan smiled and drank half of the wine in the glass.

This woman's smile was beautiful, but it was also fake. It might look sincere to others, but to him, it was a result of long-term training. This smile was the same no matter who she was.

"Weng~"

At this time, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

"Feel sorry."

He nodded slightly and took out his phone.

Above is a text message sent by Jia Bo:

"I have already received a call from Hood. He said that he should be more careful when playing cards at your house last week. He actually scared you away with a pair of small cards. Be careful that he will cause trouble for you tonight, hahaha."

"I know, don't worry, I have enough chips!"

A smile appeared on Ethan's lips, and he quickly sent a message back to the other party.

It was Johnny who picked up, not Hood.

My own house was demolished, just playing bullshit cards.

There are two cautions in this message, one is running away and the other is troublesome, and it is very inconsistent with the other party's style hahaha.

He knew that his cell phone was equipped with an anti-monitoring program by Jiabo.

The guy suddenly sent such an inexplicable text message. There was no doubt that his phone had been hacked and monitored, and he couldn't help but tighten his hand slightly when holding the phone.

After just sitting down for a while, he successfully hacked into his mobile phone in less than a minute.

Too strong!

CIA, not so much!

It's impossible for the FBI. Since I haven't fallen out with Matt and Phillips, how could the other party send someone to deal with me.

Neither does the IRS, whose own accounts are clean.

ATF? I don’t sell arms myself.

Although everything looked normal on his face, he did a quick calculation in his heart. He really couldn't think of any way in which he could be targeted by the agents, but there was no doubt that the other party was here for him.

Sighing secretly, Ethan held the wine glass firmly in his hand and said with a smile:

"Sorry, message from a friend."

"It's ok."

The female agent in a black dress gently shook her wine glass with a curious look on her face: "Mr. Morgan, are you a local?"

"No."

Ethan shook his head and glanced at the drinks on the table regretfully: "Pennsylvania, but I guess you are not the same, right? Ms. Xiao's appearance looks a little bit of Middle Eastern descent?"

Don't worry about what the other person's purpose is.

It's only right for people to leave as soon as possible.

"Is it so obvious?" Xiao scratched his nose and shrugged: "I do have Iranian ancestry, and your judgment is really good."

"Ah."

Ethan smiled and drank all the wine in the glass, ready to find an excuse to escape.

At this time, the other party's face became solemn.

He also pressed his fingers to his ears, as if listening to something.

Holding the crystal cup, he was ready to smash it if something went wrong. It was beautiful, but if it was an enemy, he would not show mercy.

"Mr. Morgan."

He loosened his fingers and Xiao's face straightened: "Your life is in danger now. I'm here to help. Please believe that I have no ill intentions. Someone is coming to hunt you now. I need you to follow me and leave immediately."

"Who sent you?"

Ethan picked up the cigarette placed on the ashtray and looked around: "What organization are you from?"

The nightclub was crowded with people.

However, with his sharp eyes, he still saw something strange. Several men in black had their eyes on him.

"No time to explain."

The smile on Xiao's face disappeared, and she quickly grabbed it into her handbag: "I need you to come with me now. Believe me, you are in a very dangerous situation now."

Your life is in danger, when will you not?

No wonder.

There is really no need to listen to the instructions of a stranger, especially when you don’t know whether the other person is a friend or an enemy. After only a minute of contact and a glass of wine, Ethan can’t trust him at all.

Cruz has already given himself a Fake, and he is not an undercover agent of the Aryan Brotherhood.

Now, it might be another round.

But the possibility is relatively small, and the other party is not hostile, so there is no need to knock her out.

"Pfft~"

Ethan held the cigarette butt in his mouth and puffed hard.

The red light fell, and the cigarette butt hit the back of the mixed-race woman's hand, causing a ball of sparks to fly.

"Shet~"

The unprepared attack made Xiao let out a low cry and subconsciously retracted his fingers.

After spitting out the cigarette butt to interrupt the woman's movements, he immediately jumped up from the sofa, got into the crowd with two ups and downs, swung the wine glass in his hand, and flew away towards the fire bell in the distance.

With a bang, the protective cover was smashed into pieces.

"Bell~~~"

The piercing siren sounded throughout the nightclub instantly, and the red light flashed continuously.

This movement caused the dancing crowd on the dance floor to stop immediately, and then suddenly dispersed like ants on a hot pot, and the people in the nightclub instantly became a mess.

Xiao was in a daze, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

"Fake!!!"

She cursed and shouted into the microphone: "The target has disappeared. I just said that this former police chief is not simple. I should have knocked him out with a punch just now. What should I do now?"

The next moment, she grabbed a small lady's pistol from her handbag and chased him in the direction where Ethan disappeared. (End of chapter)