My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 252 Assassination
Recalling the photo Thompson sent to himself, I was sure it was George.

Ethan didn't act in a hurry, anyway, it was still early before the closing time of Davis's bar, he squatted quietly on the top of the wall, hiding behind the leaves.

Ten minutes later, there was indeed a different movement.

The two people guarding the front yard yelled at the room, and after a while, a man came out of the house with a few bottles of beer.

Ethan showed a slight smile. The man who brought out the beer was the handsome guy who was held up by an Indian girl when he entered the Redbone Gang camp last time.

Although he has only met once, he has a good memory and still has an impression.

Now it seems that George really got together with the members of the Red Bones Gang, and this trip tonight was the right one.

But it's normal, and it was Proctor who reminded them that no matter how rich they are, if they don't have a gun, they are still at their mercy.

So now it's not just Thompson, George is also arming himself.

After waiting for a few minutes, Ethan saw that George got up from the jacuzzi and walked into the house. He didn't intend to wait any longer.

He grabbed the courtyard wall, and after a soft sound, he fell to the ground.

According to the route he had observed in advance, he bent over and quickly walked to the small door on the side of the house, being careful and at the same time showing a bit of ease.

After all, Yigao is bold, if he is not afraid of making too much noise, he can directly rush in through the front door.

Holding the doorknob and twisting it down, he opened a crack and looked inside. He opened the door and walked in quickly, not forgetting to close the side door.

In the living room, the buddy who brought out the beer just now was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

From the side, there was an excited voice:
"Your man is injured and needs medical bills. Thompson has a gun?"

"Even if he brings a tank, you have to get him done before tomorrow, or I won't give you another penny."

"Crack."

The sound of hanging up the phone rang, followed by a burst of words that only knew about spending money and waste.

"Thompson?"

Ethan blinked his eyes, everyone thought of going together, right?

He shook his head and went to the kitchen.

George stood by the sink, muttering, chopping, smelling lemons, and a bottle of tequila next to him.

George turned on the mixer and there was a loud bang.

Ethan stood up slowly, and quietly pulled out a sharp table knife from the knife holder beside him.

When George found a person standing behind him through the light of the tiles, his jaw was already pressed against the sharp point of the knife, and the little sting caused sweat to ooze from his forehead quickly.

"Shh, be quiet."

"Who sent you here..."

Ethan covered his mouth, and the table knife quickly moved down to the heart, and stabbed in with force.

"puff."

Under the action of strength, the heart was easily pierced. George wanted to struggle, but was hugged tightly by Ethan, and soon lost his strength.

They all said to be quiet, this person is disobedient, there is no other way but to do it directly.

A few seconds later, George was knocked to the ground by Ethan, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

At this time, the mixer is still stirring.

On the sofa in the living room, the buddy watching TV was laughing.

He reached out to touch his lower back, pulled out the Beretta M9 with the silencer installed, turned and walked towards the living room.

"puff."

His smile froze, and he fell down on the sofa.

The gunshot was perfectly suppressed by the noise inside the house, and Ethan swaggered open the door.

The two people guarding the front yard were still discussing how cool the girls were last night.

"Pfft."

After two gunshots, the wine bottles in their hands fell from their hands, and Gulu Gulu rolled forward.

To put it bluntly, these people are punks.

I don't know how much heart George has. Let these people protect his own safety. It doesn't matter that he has an AK.

Ethan shook his head, went back to the room to check again, and made sure there was no one else.

Not knowing if there was a hidden camera like himself installed inside, he quickly moved a few corpses out of the house and threw them into the space.

In order not to cause more trouble to Nora, they could only be made to disappear.

Soon back to the place where the motorcycle was parked, we drove fast all the way and found a small lake.

Ethan threw the four people out of the space, quickly tied stones with their hands and feet and threw them into the water.

Seeing that the surface of the water had returned to calm, he took out his cell phone.

The phone has been set to Do Not Disturb mode, and sure enough there are several missed calls on it.

He took off his gloves, called back, and was quickly connected.

"What's the matter?"

Nora's eager voice sounded: "Just now Thompson was attacked on the way to the party, but he was fine, only slightly injured."

"It's fine."

Ethan grinned, he didn't expect that everyone would really want to go together, it just depends on who is more ruthless.

No one answered the phone just now, Nora asked nervously:

"What's going on with you?"

"It's all good together, I'm blowing some air by the lake." Ethan looked at the sporadic blisters on the surface of the water.

Nora's tone became happy: "Is that what I thought it meant?"

"I think it should be right."

Ethan turned back and walked towards the motorcycle: "Tell Thompson to be careful these two days. If you need it, you can call me. The matter has been settled."

"Okay, I'll contact him now."

After hanging up the phone, Ethan looked back at the calm water, stepped on the motorcycle and left quickly.

Soon, we came to Davis bar.

It was close to closing time at this time, and there were not many customers in the bar. Candy saw Ethan walking into the bar, and nodded at him quickly.

From the look on his face, it could be seen that Hood had already told him about the matter.

"Just give me the bottle."

Before Candy poured the wine, Ethan grabbed the wine bottle in his hand and pulled out the stainless steel spout.

Hood sniffed a few times and glanced at him:
"What were you doing just now?"

"Practice the gun."

Ethan put down the bottle, lit a cigarette, and said indifferently.

Hood smelled a trace of blood on his body, shrugged, and said nothing.

The final brass bell had already been rang by candy, and the last drinker had already left. When most of the bottle of whiskey was about to run out, Jaber finally pushed open the bar door.

He has healed from his injuries and is wearing a cropped yellow crop and denim suspenders.

"Good evening, bitches."

"Who are you calling?" Candy greeted Jia Bo with a smile after not seeing him for a long time.

"Since you are the only one answering me here, then it can only be the two of them." Jaber threw his satchel on the bar and sat down in front of the high stool.

Candy quickly picked up the wine glass and poured it slowly for him: "I'm very sorry about what happened last time, I don't know."

"Don't be like this, I know you will definitely stand up." Jaber waved his hand and picked up the wine glass:

"However, it's fine if you don't come, it won't save them a few bitches to save one more person."

(End of this chapter)