My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 254 Intense Negotiation
Seeing Emmett so excited, Curt Bunker handed the document to Hood:

"I understand that my appearance can be misleading, but I assure you that I have disowned fraternity activities a long time ago."

The corner of Ethan's mouth twitched, the fraternity that Bunker was talking about was completely different from the fraternity in the state university last time.

This Bunker Brotherhood belongs to those extremist organizations.

Hood took the document in his hand and read it.

Bunker folded his hands and put them in front of him: "Please believe me, it will take a while to remove the tattoos on my body."

"Dade County Police Station, just near Florida." Hood looked at the promotion letter in his hand and shrugged:

"Have you ever worn a uniform before?"

"That's right, Sheriff." Bunker nodded: "I was born in Banshee Town, and I felt that I was far away from my previous life circle."

Emmet looked at him warily: "Then why are you coming back now?"

Since Meg was attacked by these new KKs last time, Emmet's dislike for these people has become even worse.

"It's time to go home, officer."

Bunker spoke in an unhurried tone, and he looked at Emmett: "Officer, I understand your concerns, please believe me, I am no longer the person I used to be."

"Really? I'm skeptical."

Emmet crossed his arms and looked carefully at the white man in front of him with swastika tattoos.

"What do your former accomplices think?" Hood folded the recommendation letter:

"About your coming back?"

Even if Bunker was telling the truth, as a breakaway he would be vulnerable to reprisals in Bansheetown.

Bunker pursed his lips and replied seriously:
"I don't care what those people think."

"I'm sorry, Bunker." Hood handed back the recommendation letter: "The current position is full."

This result was already expected by Bunker. When he interviewed for the first police job, he encountered many difficulties, but he did not intend to give up.

"Keep it." Bunker smiled slightly, "I'm sorry to bother you."

He nodded to Emmett again, turned and left.

"I thought I had seen enough." Emmet muttered, took out the key and opened the gate of the police station.

Ethan patted his broad shoulder: "Don't worry about it, how is Meg doing now?"

As long as Meg is mentioned to this big man, his mood will immediately stabilize, and Emmett smiles all over his face: "It's as healthy as before, and the due date will soon be here."

"Very good, I will give the child a big red envelope then."

"Red envelope?"

Emmett stopped, and Siobhan and Hood looked over in confusion.

"I mean presents."

Ethan accidentally said a bald mouth, and explained with a smile: "I will give him a big gift."

"Thank you."

Emmett smiled, forgetting what happened just now.

The Proctor Slaughtering Plant was originally extremely busy in the morning, but now it is quiet.

All workers have been notified today to rest for half a day.

In one of the workshops, Proctor stands quietly beside a stainless-steel worktop while Rebecca leans on the edge in her favorite white Chanel dress.

After a while, dense footsteps sounded.

Borden walked into the workshop with three Irishmen, led by a bald middle-aged man in a black jacket, walking fast.

Proctor greeted him with a smile on his face:
"Long time no see, Mr. Cage."

"Mr. Proctor." A middle-aged man in a black jacket stepped forward, smiled and shook hands with Proctor:
"How are you doing, Kay."

"That's great, thank you for coming."

"An appointment with old friends, how can I not come?"

The person in front of him is Jim Cage, Proctor's competitor, and now all of his sales channels have been robbed by Cage at a low price.

Regardless of the smiling faces of the two, Proctor wished he could stab him.

For this meeting, Proctor entrusted a lot of contacts and spent a lot of money to get Jim Cage to come to negotiate.

After all, they belong to the same big boss, so he can't really do anything to Jim Cage.

This is why everyone is a competitor, but Cage dared to come to the door.

Just as the two of them were greeting each other, besides a guard, there was also a young man in a khaki jacket who walked in together.

As soon as the man entered the workshop, he set his eyes on Rebecca, and his eyes were quite rude, scanning her body up and down.

Rebecca was annoyed for a while, and the other party's eyes seemed to be stripping herself naked.

Cage let go, he also noticed Rebecca, and asked Proctor curiously:
"Wow, first time seeing you, who is this beautiful girl?"

Proctor raised his hand and introduced: "This is Rebecca Bowman, my niece. I asked her to come here to get acquainted with the family business."

The khaki jacket looked at Proctor with a sneer on his face, and whispered to the guards around him:
"Can you believe what you're seeing? Proctor let this high school chick mix things up, and he's really gone."

Although the sound was small, he controlled it very well, and the volume was just within the range that several people around could hear.

Rebecca's face suddenly turned cold, and she stared fiercely at the man in the jacket.

"Martin, keep your mouth shut and be respectful."

Cage's heart felt dark for a while, he pretended to reprimand the young man named Martin, and then turned his head.

"The big boss said you want to see me, I'm here now, what do you want to discuss?"

On this occasion, there would be no nonsense. If the provocative words of the person next to him were not at Cage's behest, he would have kicked his head off.

Proctor's face was gloomy for a while, and he quickly adjusted:

"Old friend, I invited you over this time to reiterate our agreement."

"What agreement?" Cage asked knowingly.

Proctor lowered his face: "I won't touch Ohio, and you can't touch Pennsylvania. This is an agreement between us, and I hope you can respect it."

"You didn't supply them, so they found me." Cage shrugged and said:
"Business is business."

"I have a small situation here. I understand the temptation in a market as big as Philadelphia. You see the opportunity and decide to make a move. I can understand this."

Proctor stared at Cage, and continued: "But my current production is on track, and I hope to restore the previous order."

"Fakyu, Proctor, you messed up, you just want to take it back in one sentence?"

Martin stood up immediately, and according to the prior discussion, he was the one responsible for being the bad guy.

Even if Proctor took the market back, he would have to pay a high price.

Proctor understood what he meant, that he wanted to make compensation himself, which he had already prepared for.

To scold harshly, I can only endure it.

Now a big fight will hurt his muscles and bones, and the big boss behind him will not be happy.

It's just that Rebecca doesn't understand these twists and turns.

All she had heard was the man insulting her uncle, and since the Amish enclave, Proctor had only taken good care of her.

Rebecca couldn't stand Proctor being insulted like this, and suddenly felt an unknown anger:

"Watfa, what are you bastard talking about?"

Martin didn't want to lose face in front of Rebecca, and said sarcastically, "Your uncle may be a big man in this country town."

"But in other places, he is a waste born of a close relative marriage."

"Yes, I'm right, still an arrogant bastard."

He was already very upset when he was ordered by the people above to come over to negotiate. He wanted to give up the market he had finally seized.

In Martin's view, Proctor is a piece of trash who can only complain.

But he didn't pay attention. After these words were spoken, the eyes of Rebecca and Borden were immediately filled with anger.

Cage became anxious immediately. He didn't expect Martin to say such words.

Originally, he could still make a fortune on Proctor, but now it seems that he has to make an apology to Proctor.

He hurried over and grabbed Martin's jacket, and said angrily:

"Shut your mouth for me."

"Dad, don't worry, I can handle it."

Martin thought his father was acting with him, pushed his hand away, and looked at the expressionless Proctor:
"Yes, I've heard that you used to be a powerful person."

"But now it seems that's it."

A murderous intent flashed in Rebecca's eyes, and without saying a word, she quickly lifted her short skirt and took it between her thighs.

Only Proctor noticed her movements, and quickly stopped and said:

"Rebecca, no."

Rebecca was furious, and pulled out the Glock 43 strapped to her inner thigh regardless: "Fakyu."

"Bang bang."

Under Martin's terrified gaze, the small pistol burst into flames.

The bullet pierced hard into his thigh, raising two clouds of blood mist, Martin let out a scream, and fell backwards.

This sudden turn of events stunned both parties.

Now that the incident had happened, Borden was the first to react. He suddenly rushed towards the guards around Martin, and at the same time took out a sharp dagger from behind.

The Uzi submachine gun that the guard took out in a panic was held down by him with one hand.

"Shhhhh."

The dagger in Borden's hand pierced the guard's neck frantically, bringing out strands of blood.

At the moment Borden exploded, Cage reached out and touched his lower back.

As soon as he took out the Glock, Rebecca quickly moved the muzzle of the gun and hit Cage on the neck, biting away a mass of flesh and blood.

Borden snatched the Uzi from the guard's hand with a backhand, quickly turned the gun and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da."

In just one second, all the bullets in the magazine burst out, and the muzzle rose all the way, spraying from the guard's feet to the top of his head.

When the muzzle of the gun was fixed on the guard's eyes, the fire just went out.

The blood on the wall behind him spattered all the way to the ceiling.

In just a few breaths, one of the two groups of people who were smiling just now has all fallen down.

Cage held his neck, choking blood from his mouth.

He struggled to reach for the pistol that fell aside, and Proctor stepped forward quickly, stepping heavily on his palm.

Cage gave Proctor a desperate look, then turned his head with difficulty.

Martin next to him was dragging his shot legs and screaming and moving backwards, his crotch was wet.

Looking at this useless son, Cage slowly closed his eyes.

After confirming that he was out of breath, Proctor retracted the foot that was stepping on Cage's palm, feeling annoyed in his heart.

Now it is necessary to pay a large sum of money to appease the big boss' anger. He looked at Rebecca and wanted to say something, but he sighed helplessly. No matter what, she wanted to defend herself.

"Feel sorry."

Seeing his expression, Rebecca knew that she was impulsive.

Proctor waved his hand: "You started the matter, and you finish it."

Rebecca walked towards Martin with the small pistol in her hand.

"No, please forgive me."

"terribly sorry."

Martin leaned back, apologizing wildly.

"boom."

Rebecca took a shot at his lower body, the severe pain made Martin unable to make a sound, and his little tongue trembled wildly.

"That's right, it will be like this in the next life, just keep your mouth shut."

"Bang bang."

The remaining two bullets sent Rebecca into Martin's mouth, and a few drops of blood flew to her face.

Rebecca wiped off the blood with a look of excitement and put the Glock 43 back in the inner thigh holster.

In the evening, Davis Bar.

Carly freed up all her time today, and came here early to wait. It was a big job with great difficulty. For her who is currently in a bad financial situation, she should not miss it.

Job is still the same, coming last.

Candy quickly took out his glass and filled him with good whiskey.

"Good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Jaber had very obvious dark circles under his eyes. He put his laptop on the bar, yawned, and took a sip from his glass.

Hood knocked on the table and said, "I like to hear the bad news first."

"Okay, the bad news is that I have already checked out our opponent's information."

Jia Bo turned on the computer, slid on the touch screen, tapped lightly, and a person's information suddenly appeared on the screen.

A photograph emerged of Colonel Stowe in his military uniform, adorned with a large plaque of the Medal of Honor.

"Colonel Douglas Stowe, graduated from the Naval Academy No. 1 in his class."

"After graduation, he served in Haiti, Panama and other places."

Jaber picked up his glass and took a sip: "After that, he went to Iraq, Afghanistan and other places, and carried out many bloody secret missions."

"Guys, this ain't no ordinary Majestic Fuck."

"It's designed to deal with Mare Fake's Mare Fake, if you know what I mean."

When Ethan heard Jaber introduce Colonel Stowe, he noticed that Carly's fingers twitched quickly.

He flicked the cigarette ash and recalled it carefully.

Candy took off his hat solemnly, not expecting the other party to be so difficult.

Coupled with the mercenaries Hood mentioned, Candy felt a little uneasy, and he quickly asked: "Since he already has the Marine Corps, why does he need those mercenaries?"

"That's the good news I'm talking about." Jaber said with a smile on his face.

He tapped the keyboard quickly with his fingers and called up a file with dense data on it.

"The opponent also has Internet experts, but in front of me, they are all boy scouts."

Jaber flicked his finger on the screen: "That's why they have mercenaries, because those people are not protecting Uncle Sam's money, but their own money."

"In other words, Colonel Stowe is the black glove of some great men in the army."

"According to my guess, he is specially responsible for helping some mysterious people to search for money."

"Also, in this database, I found out that the specific amount of money in the vault is not the 800 million you estimated, but almost 500 million U.S. dollars."

(End of this chapter)