My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 184
When they came to Johnny, the two of them stopped.

On the opposite side, a dozen or so half-sized sunspots booed one after another: "Look, there are two masked Batmen coming from the opposite side."

"I don't know if they have Batman's superpowers."

"Hahaha."

Now outside the street, Ethan doesn't want to be troublesome, there are many gangs here, maybe more people will surround him later.

He took out a wad of money from his pocket, stretched it forward and said in a muffled voice:

"Listen, we don't want to get in trouble, here's a few thousand dollars to buy your cell phone."

The eyes of the dreadlocked brother at the head lit up, and he decisively took out a switchblade from his pocket:

"What if I don't want to sell?"

The others didn't expect that the person on the opposite side really had superpowers, so they raised their baseball bats and machetes one after another, and said fiercely:

"Take all your money and get off our streets."

I didn't expect that it would not work to convince people with money, so I could only convince people with reasoning.

Ethan had no choice but to take back the money and opened his coat.

He unceremoniously took the Uzi into his hand, pointing the black barrel at the black crowd.

Seeing this, Jaber and Jonny also put the hidden guns into their hands in unison.

"Shet."

Seeing two submachine guns and a pistol raised opposite them, the half-sized Heizi swallowed hard, and some timid ones were already trembling with their feet.

"Da da da."

Following the sound from Ethan's mouth, most of the sunspots standing behind quickly dropped the things in their hands and fled in all directions.

Only the front four or five sunspots were pointed at by guns, and they did not dare to move.

Ethan grinned, and stepped forward with a submachine gun in his hand.

"Hand over the phone."

The three sunspots I saw just now handed over the phone tremblingly.

Ethan took the phone and put it in his pocket, and was about to leave, but the braided guy felt that he couldn't lose face in front of his younger brother, so he insisted and asked:

"Where are you guys from?"

Ethan stopped in his tracks, his palms slapped out like lightning, and with a crisp snap, Brother Dirty Braids' face instantly swelled up.

"Where are you going?"

He slapped him again: "If you don't study hard at such a young age, you won't be able to go anywhere."

Brother Dirty Braid was slapped twice, and his body shook.

"Let's go."

Jia Bo shouted loudly from behind, and he looked vigilantly at the apartment buildings around him, a bullet would fly out of the window in such a ghostly place.

Ethan kicked the dreadlocked brother over, turned and walked back.

Those who fled in all directions just now may have someone looking for reinforcements, so they really can't stay for long.

The three of them ran back to the parking place, and from a distance, they saw an old black man who ignored the dead body next to him, holding a steel ruler in his hand, and kept poking at the crack of Jiabo's car door.

"Shet."

This car was Jiabo's favorite, and he had painstakingly refitted it. He raised his pistol and yelled.

"Hey, Mare Falke."

Old Hei, who was trying to open the door of the car, heard the shout, raised his head hurriedly, and saw several people walking in the distance, and one of them was pointing a pistol at him.

Lao Hei dropped the steel ruler in an instant, and ran into the darkness at a speed of sprinting [-] meters.

Back beside the car, Ethan glanced at Olek who was lying on the ground not far away, his neck twisted at a strange angle.

The spider tattoo has been deformed and stained red with blood, no longer hideous.

I didn't expect him to be so stubborn, and knocked out of the window without hesitation, but for him, this method is already the best solution, at least he can die a little easier.

It's a pity that I couldn't ask about the whereabouts of the rabbit.

Putting away the guns, the three quickly got into the car.

At this time, a few black buddies ran over from a distance. They were holding their trousers in one hand and a pistol in the other.

"Bang bang bang."

Gunfire flashed.

"Come on."

When Ethan found the black buddies, he was lying on the back seat and shouted at Johnny.

Johnny stepped on the accelerator, the tires rubbed against the ground for a few laps, and quickly fled the scene.

After returning to the residence, he put the firearm back in the closet, and Ethan went straight to the bathroom to wash off the smell of gunpowder smoke.

The changed clothes were also thrown into the basket and left for Jonny to destroy.

Ethan wrapped his lower body with a large bath towel, then wiped his hair with the towel and walked out of the bathroom.

A loud whistle sounded, and Johnny lay on the sofa and looked over.

Unlike the big, muscular men seen in the gym, Ethan's figure is not strong, but his muscles are obvious, and his whole body is full of strength.

Moreover, the skin on his body is delicate, unlike ordinary European and American men with thick body hair.

Ethan pursed his lips and shook his head, walked to the refrigerator and took out a beer: "Hurry up and take a shower, and find a place to play later."

After each shootout, he was always uncontrollably excited and wanted to find a place to vent his emotions.

"No problem, I will arrange it tonight."

Jaber snapped his fingers and bounced off the sofa.

This time, he got rid of the four members of Rabbit and avenged the bombing of the beauty salon. He was in a good mood.

After several people finished washing, the convertible car set off on the night wind.

Not long after, he came to a strip club, and Ethan looked at the sign above, Silver Dollar Club.

Jaber got out of the car first: "Come on, let me experience the style of New York."

Jaber and Jonny seemed to be regular customers of this club. After greeting the security personnel, they went straight in.

There was an episode in the middle, Ethan was stopped to check his ID card, and amid Jaber's burst of laughter, the security guard withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

In fact, the atmosphere of a strip club is similar, the difference is a larger dance floor and more strippers and gigolos.

The space inside is also large enough, and there are semi-open booth areas on both sides of the dance floor.

Under the leadership of the waiter, they walked to one of the booths.

The booth is against the wall, and the wide sofa forms a concave shape. It is no problem for a dozen people to sit on it. There are a few small tables in front of the sofa, and a steel pipe is stuck in the middle of the concave shape.

Ethan took out a cigarette and lit it, and looked into the arena.

This time is the most prosperous time for business, and there are dozens of customers in the club alone.

Most of them gathered on the dance floor and next to the bar, and the waitresses in all kinds of sexy uniforms shuttled back and forth among the crowd, a scene of luxury and luxury.

Under Jia Bo's arrangement, the table in front of the sofa was quickly filled with drinks.

Immediately afterwards, three waitresses who came from a distance attracted the attention of the audience. They were escorted by the security personnel and walked straight towards Ethan.

What attracted the attention of the audience was not their attire, but the trays in their hands.

It's no surprise that there are topless women everywhere.

But the trays in their hands are different. Bundles of dollars are stacked on top of each other, piled high.

Even if they are all one-yuan bills, a tray can be worth tens of thousands of dollars.

Seeing the waitress put the heavy tray on the table in front of him, Ethan picked up a stack and stuffed it into her ditch, turned his head and said to Jabo:

"Are you going to play so big tonight?"

(End of this chapter)