My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 165 Tattoos
"The rabbit played with you."

"You were cheated by him, we were all cheated by him, we are like a bunch of hopeless idiots."

Jia Bo threw the ashtray in his hand to the side, and there was a bang, and the ash fell on the countertop.

He sat down on the stool and lit his cigarette with trembling hands.

"15."

"You spent 15 years in prison for a handful of glass."

Hood stared blankly at the smashed fake diamonds on the table, his head was buzzing.

He has always felt that he and the rabbit are in contact. He has been squatting for 15 years, and he has been tortured in prison. Only by risking his life can he enjoy a moment of peace.

But he also took away the 1000 million diamonds stolen in the operation, and let Carly escape from the rabbit's control.

Originally thought that the reason why he survived in prison was because the rabbit wanted to recover the diamonds, but he didn't expect that it was all a joke.

Hood suddenly felt his face swell, and warm liquid flowed down from his nasal cavity.

He wiped away the bleeding from his nose, and said to Jia Bo in a cold tone:
"We need to find the rabbit."

"Next, it's not that he wants revenge, but I want revenge."

Jia Bo took a puff of cigarette silently, and then exhaled a puff of smoke heavily, "Don't worry, I will focus on the rabbit during this time."

After getting his affirmative answer, Hood stood up slowly and walked outside the house.

The diamond worth 1000 million was his last confidence.

Now that the hole cards were directly drawn out, Hood felt blank, and staggered up to the second floor of the barn.

Kate Moody was lying sideways on the bed, the tattoos on her back looked extremely coquettish, and white smoke was blowing out from her delicate red lips.

When she heard the door opening, she turned around and saw Hood's distraught face, and asked curiously:

"What's wrong with you?"

Hood didn't speak, he pounced on it like a hungry wolf.

At this time, he just wanted to vent all the aggrievedness in his heart.

After Hood left, Candy silently picked up the towel and threw the glass and cigarette ash on the bar into the trash can.

"Feel sorry."

Seeing the mess on the bar counter, Jabo calmed down and apologized to the candy embarrassingly.

"This is really new. It's the first time you've said such things to me."

Candy took off his hat, hung it on the wine rack behind him, and turned around to pour himself a glass of wine.

"Trust me, I can understand your feelings."

"After years of sweat, pain and hard work, it was nothing in the end. I understand this feeling more deeply than any of you."

Candy took a sip of the whiskey in the glass and said with a wry smile:

"Look at me, an old guy with gray hair and a fat body, guarding a dilapidated country pub. If I don't tell you, who would know that I was once a champion boxer."

"Please, you are in great health now." Ethan enlivened the atmosphere.

"During Banshee's Day, didn't there be a motorcycle party who gave you a punch?"

"You don't understand." Candy said sadly:

"The body of a five-year-old boxer at the age of 60 is equivalent to that of a normal person at the age of seven or eighty."

"How many more years do you think I can pour wine for other people?"

Ethan didn't know what to say. At this time, it's enough to drink with the two of them.

Not long after, Ethan and Jaber left the Davis bar.

The two cars galloped on the road one after the other, and soon came to Jaber's residence.

After closing the car door and looking at the dark house, Ethan asked, "Didn't Johnny come with you?"

Jonny is Jaber's little boyfriend, who often dresses up in gothic style.

"He's in New York." Jaber led the way into the house.

He was still a little depressed. He thought he had a few hundred thousand in his hand, but he didn't expect it to be nothing in the end.

Walking into the house, it is different from Jaber's residence in New York, and has bought a lot of furniture.

Jia Bo opened the refrigerator door, and the next moment, a bottle of mineral water flew over.

Ethan took the water bottle, unscrewed the cap and took a sip before putting it down.

"Where's the stuff?"

"basement."

Jabo led Ethan down the corner of the stairs. He reached out and turned on the light. The place was empty, except for a wine rack by the wall with a dozen bottles of red wine on it.

Confused, Ethan spread his hands and looked at Jabo.

Jaber smiled and walked to the wine rack.

He pushed the wine rack a few centimeters to the side, and then pressed it hard, and the wine rack was pushed open like a door.

The lights inside were flickering, and soon the hall was brightened.

In a small space of a few square meters, there is a gun rack fixed on the wall, and a table is placed inside.

There was nothing on the gun rack, and a long black travel bag was placed on the table.

Jiabo lit his cigarette, leaned against the wall next to him, and said casually:

"Here is most of my inventory in New York. I basically have everything you want, so you don't need to find those black gun dealers. I will give you a little bit. You can see for yourself."

Ethan first lifted the travel bag, which weighed dozens of kilograms, and he didn't know how Jaber transported it from New York.

He reached out and opened the zipper, which was full of long and short guns.

Ethan looked at the firearm inside, his hands ready to move.

"Do you have gloves?"

"In the side pocket."

Jaber simply walked over, took out black gloves from the side of the travel bag, and put them on for himself.

Together, the two took out all the guns inside and arranged them neatly on the table.

Jaber picked up a Springfield pistol and aimed it at the corner next to him.

"These guns are all clean. You can choose what you want."

Ethan kept his eyes on a silver pistol, which he used to call B13 directly.

He reached out to pick up the silver pistol, and the 50AE marking next to the muzzle was particularly obvious.

Ethan weighed the heavy gun body, and glanced at Jabo's small body.

"It's not that I look down on you, do you control this gun?"

The corner of Jia Bo's mouth twitched, "You can take it if you want it. At that time, it was just to make it look good. When I used it for the first time, I twisted my wrist, and I haven't used it since then."

Desert Eagle, the body of the gun is heavy, weighing more than four catties.

The ammunition capacity is small, and the magazine can only hold seven rounds.

The recoil force is large, and improper operation can twist the wrist.

There are many shortcomings, but Ethan still decisively put it in front of him, in a word, handsome.

The recoil is completely fine for me.

Next, he picked and placed several guns in front of him, including the Desert Eagle, Beretta M9, ​​AR-15 and an Uzi submachine gun.

In addition to these guns, there are corresponding spare magazines and bullets.

Seeing that he picked up so many guns, Jaber asked curiously:
"Who are you going to fight?"

Ethan looked at the pile of firearms left on the table, "Who are you fighting with?"

"There are many enemies, so you can rest assured if you prepare more guys."

Ethan played with the silver sand eagle, raised his eyebrows and said:

"me too."

　Thanks to Xianyu Datou and Gatling Bodhisattva for their rewards, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)