My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 250 Greed

"Everyone is like this."

"Without exception, when you see the money, you always look like this."

Colonel Stowe found that they were not keeping up, turned around and walked to Hood, with his arms folded:
"Shocking, right?"

Ethan spread his hands: "Even if you are a billionaire, you will be shocked when you see this scene."

"This is the power of money. It's your taxpayer's money. It's spent on the government forces in Afghanistan to buy them guns and protect them from the Taliban."

Colonel Sturt looked at the money in the vault, with the corners of his mouth upturned:
"The rest is distributed to soldiers, let them buy informants, obtain intelligence, we have half of the Afghan population to support."

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Bandit Hood's instinct was aroused. While nodding, he quickly inspected the entire safe, including the key points of the mechanism and the structure of the safety lock.

"We will ship back the money that cannot be used up, count the records, send it to the place where it should go, and save it for the next war."

Colonel Stowe clapped his hands: "Let's go, let these soldiers do their jobs."

Going in along the small door next to the safe, you passed a large room with several computers inside, and the monitoring on it covered the entire interior of the base.

Going further inside, I came to the office of Colonel Sturt.

Sitting on the sofa was a middle-aged man in a blue jacket, with an army pistol stuck in his thigh holster.

"About the morning."

After taking a look at the man, Hood said to Colonel Ster: "Aside from transporting weapons, do the three soldiers have anything else?"

"Like cash?"

"sit down."

Colonel Ster waved his hand and sat down on the chair behind the desk: "We don't use trucks to transport cash, that's what armored vehicles do."

"Most of the trucks are confiscated weapons, guns that are going to be destroyed by federal agencies, AK47s, military M4s, things like that."

Hood shook his head, pulled out his chair and sat down:

"This is really good news, now the Red Bones are armed like the Taliban."

Ethan took two steps back, and stood together with the black man who got up from the sofa. The two nodded at each other. On him, Ethan smelled a faint smell of blood.

Colonel Stowe picked up the water glass in front of him and took a sip: "Excuse me, Redbone Gang?"

"It's the gang that robbed your truck this morning." Hood looked around. "They're a tribal gang in a nearby settlement."

Colonel Sturt pursed his lips and slowly turned the ring on his hand.

Hood focused his attention on him: "Do you have a list of the items that were snatched by them?"

"Of course there is."

"Great, could you please have someone print out a list for me."

"Sheriff, thank you very much for coming, and I appreciate what you and your subordinates have done this morning."

Colonel Sturt interrupted Hood, turned the ring expressionlessly and said:

"These redbone bastards killed my men and stole the contents of the car, and now it's a military issue."

"The Naval Criminal Investigative Service, the FBI, and the Bureau of Indian Affairs will be conducting a joint investigation in the future."

"Trust me, you don't want to get involved."

The meaning of refusal is already obvious, but in view of the conflict with the Red Bones Gang, Hood still wants to work hard:
"Colonel, you are right, but those people will come into my town with those guns at any time."

"If something like that happens, you do your job and just kill them."

Stowe was a little impatient, he opened his hands:

"Please allow me to be blunt. I have three dead Marines here. I don't have time to waste time with a self-righteous sheriff."

"You do your job well, and I do mine, understand?"

This is already an eviction order, Hood gritted his teeth and stood up:

"I understand, thank you for your time."

"You're welcome, Captain Murphy will send you out." Colonel Ster nodded to the black man standing next to Ethan, and opened the document in his hand.

The two of them, led by Captain Murphy, walked to the place where the police car was parked.

Along the way, Hood looked at the surrounding surveillance cameras calmly.

After leaving the Genoa base, the police car was driving quietly on the road, and both of them were thinking about their own affairs.

Ethan has a headache about the redbone gang's robbing of arms. Now is the critical period for Nora to compete for the chief. He doesn't want to see anything out of control in the Chino tribe.

If George Hunter got mixed up with the Redbones, it would cause him and Nora great trouble.

When money and force are combined, the destructive power is amazing.

Just as he was thinking about what to do, Hood stopped the car on the side of the road:
"You're thinking the same thing as me, aren't you?"

"what?"

Hood's eyes burst into an unprecedented light: "Don't pretend, the money in the vault."

"You want to do something about that vault?"

Ethan reached out and touched Hood's forehead: "I don't have a fever."

"I was serious."

Hood patted his hand away, took out a cigarette, and handed one to Ethan: "As long as this order is completed, we can retire."

Seeing his serious face, Ethan took the cigarette and lit it:
"You saw all the guards inside just now. I guess we will be shot to death before we get close to the safe."

Hood scratched his face and said helplessly:

"I haven't lived enough, of course I won't choose to attack."

Ethan bit his cigarette: "All the way in just now, their security is military-grade, as is the internal network, what else can I do?"

The money in the vault is several million, of course he is interested, but judging from the current situation, it's not a question of whether the risk is high or not, but that there is no chance to do it at all.

Hood took out his mobile phone, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Did you forget that we have a friend who can hack into military networks."

After speaking, he dialed out the phone and pressed the speakerphone at the same time.

"Who the fuck is Fuck looking for me?"

Jaber's dissatisfied voice sounded, and it could be heard that he was still asleep. Ethan looked at his watch, and it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon.

"it's me."

"I know it's you, if you have something to say, I'm going to sleep."

"Don't go to sleep, let's meet at the Davis Bar tonight."

"Fuck, I don't want it. It's definitely not good for you to find me. I have to go to the club to perform at night. In a short time, I don't want to go to that shitty place full of cow dung again."

Ethan answered the phone: "Even if there is a business worth 800 million cash in this place full of cow dung, don't you want to come?"

"Ethan?" Jaber's voice suddenly sobered up:

"What seventy-eight million cash, what are you talking about?"

"Hey?"

Ethan didn't answer him, and hung up the phone casually.

Throwing the phone to Hood: "Don't worry, you can see him at night."

(End of this chapter)