My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 258 Tribal Council
Soon, Ethan walked out of the bedroom fully dressed, wearing a black shirt under his suit.

I don't know what brand Nora bought, but it is very comfortable to wear.

With a sharp black suit and shiny leather shoes, the whole person looks in high spirits.

His body proportions were perfect, and with that handsome face, after he was neatly dressed, he didn't look like a bodyguard, but rather a nobleman.

Usually he is not in the uniform of the town police, but in jeans, big pants, and a T-shirt and a thin jacket that will never change.

It was also the first time for Nora to see Ethan in a formal suit, and her eyes sparkled.

Ethan tossed his tie aside and undid the two buttons above his shirt.

"Don't you like ties?"

Nora stepped forward to help him straighten his clothes, the hairpin on her head flashed a light, and the diamonds on it were very dazzling. .

"Well, it's too restrictive."

Ethan moved his body and felt that his movements were not hindered. The size of the clothes Nora bought for him was very suitable and did not affect his big movements.

As he turned, the gun loomed under his coat.

"Let's go."

Nora saw that the time was almost up, and beckoned Thompson to set off.

According to Thompson, as long as they can successfully enter the venue, things are [-]% successful.

So you must be careful on the road, for fear that some hard-core allies of George Hunter will not be reconciled to failure, suspect George's death on Nora's head, and send someone to intercept and kill him.

After all, as the person who competed most fiercely with George Hunter recently, Nora also has a major suspicion.

Ethan put on his helmet and got on the motorcycle.

Nora sat in the back of the Lincoln, with Thompson driving the car.

The two cars drove towards the residence, one behind the other.

Along the way, Ethan followed the Lincoln car, guarding against anyone coming to attack Nora.

It's not that the Langsid family didn't train their own personal guards. The old chief had dealt with Proctor for so many years, and he could learn some violent methods.

But at this moment, Nora can trust only herself and Ethan.

After all, together with Alex, there were four other personal guards who disappeared, and no one knew whether those people were dead or mutiny.

Only after she becomes the chief and has been screened can she use those people with confidence.

The vehicle quickly drove into the boundary of the reservation, and the street lights were dim.

The roadside has changed from patches of farms to wilderness and woods.

A few lights appeared in the rearview mirror, and they were getting closer and closer. He couldn't hear any movement through the helmet, but the sound behind him was obviously not right.

Ethan raised his vigilance, and after a while, the light approached, and three black motorcycles appeared behind him.

As you can see in the rearview mirror, besides the rider, there is a person sitting behind each motorcycle.

Thompson noticed the oncoming vehicles, and the Lincoln picked up speed.

The three motorcycles were still approaching crazily. Ethan looked at the speedometer, and it was already [-] mph, and the wind was howling.

At this speed, a little carelessness can mean car crash and death.

It was obvious that the other party was not kind, so he no longer hesitated, and would rather kill the wrong one than let it go.

Ethan held the accelerator and reached out to his pocket.

The silver desert eagle was pulled out by his backhand, and it was thrown back quickly.

"boom."

The tires of the motorcycle dozens of meters behind were blown out, and the person was turned over for a while, and the vehicle slid far away on the concrete road with inertia, bringing a long trail of sparks.

The two people sitting in the car also flew into the air and fell to the side of the road.

The vehicle was still driving rapidly, and the two people were thrown into the darkness in an instant, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

The remaining two motorcycles were found to have been exposed.

They were no longer polite, and the people sitting behind immediately took out their AK47s and put them on their shoulders, shooting wildly at Ethan.

It's just that in this high-speed moving state, it is not easy to hit a small target that is also moving at high speed.

The recoil of the AK47 also made it more difficult for them to shoot, and the bullets were flying around.

But at this time, Ethan didn't dare to gamble with his luck. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel the bullets whizzing past him.

The high-speed driving and the AK47 firing wildly behind him made his adrenaline soar.

He quickly turned back and fired another shot. The primer was fired and the gunpowder detonated.

The bullet spun out of the muzzle, and in the next second, it slammed into a rider's helmet visor, smashing his brains to pieces.

The Desert Eagle in Ethan's hand is the largest caliber, and its power is fully displayed at this time.

The warhead didn't stop, it quickly pierced through the rider's helmet, and continued to hit back with a stream of blood.

The gunman behind seemed to have entered the bullet stop time, watching helplessly as the helmet of the rider in front exploded, and a bullet flew towards his face.

He only had time to blink, and the world suddenly turned into darkness.

From the perspective of the rider on the other side, he only saw the man in the black suit in front of him raise his arm and burst into flames.

Immediately afterwards, two blood mist exploded from the two helmets on the motorcycle beside him.

"Shet."

This terrifying scene made him squeeze the brakes instantly.

The motorcycle made a rapid braking sound, shook violently a few times, and flipped over suddenly.

The rider and the gunman were thrown aside, and when the rider limped and stood up, the rear lights of the terrifying car drew a red line and disappeared into the darkness.

The gunman sat up, took off his helmet and shouted excitedly:

"Fuck, you're right."

Looking at the two people who were shot and exploded tens of meters behind, the gunman's face was covered with sweat.

Ethan saw that the remaining motorcycle slowed down instantly, the body shook a few times, and the people on the motorcycle flew up, and he also felt baffled for a while.

I obviously just pulled the trigger, why both motorcycles overturned.

But the danger was gone, he didn't think about it any more, he put the pistol back, twisted the accelerator and caught up with the Lincoln.

Driving the motorcycle to the driver's seat, he nodded to Thompson.

Thompson breathed a sigh of relief, gave him a thumbs up, and slowed down the speed of the car.

Iron Hook Town, this is the core of the entire settlement.

The conditions of the aboriginal families living nearby are all good, and they can be regarded as the middle and upper class in the tribe.

The Chino Police Station is not far away, maintaining the stability here.

The Lincoln car came to a slow stop. This was a small, low building that looked dilapidated from the outside.

"Including the chief, there are a total of 13 tribal councilors."

As soon as Ethan parked his motorcycle next to Lincoln, Thompson lowered the window and introduced the situation to him: "Alex is missing, George Hunter is missing, and now there are only 11 people left."

"Since the disappearance of George Hunter, those who supported him have been thrown into chaos."

"Including me, there are already six people who have clearly expressed their support for Nora, more than half."

Ethan took off his helmet, with a hint of excited killing intent in his eyes.

He nodded to Thompson, and the killing intent made Thompson feel as if his heart was clenched for a moment.

"The person who attacked and killed us just now, who do you think sent it?"

Thompson shook his head: "I don't know, it's possible for anyone."

"Ok."

Ethan had no choice but to give up, got off the motorcycle, and opened the door.

Nora pulled out her high-heeled shoes and stepped on the ground. The black rope on the shoes wrapped around her white and jade-like ankles, looking full of charm.

She patted the dust on Ethan's clothes with a smile in the corner of her eyes: "It seems that you are having a good time."

"Okay."

Ethan grinned and stood behind Nora consciously.

Nora collected her smile. She never expected that someone would dare to arrange for a gunman to attack and kill her. If there are still people who dare to block her later, she doesn't mind resorting to thunder.

When they were about to go inside, a person ran over quickly from a distance.

The person who came was Sergeant Yaz from the Chino Police Department. He was not as lazy as he was today, but he was full of energy.

"Good evening, Commissioner Thompson."

He greeted Thompson with a smile on his face, and then looked at the bright and charming Nora next to him: "This must be Miss Nora, right?"

"I am the Sheriff of the Chino Police Department, Carl Yaz. I have never had a chance before. Please allow me to express my regret."

"Thank you."

Nora nodded in thanks. She didn't know who he was at first, but after hearing his self-introduction, she raised her eyebrows and stepped aside, revealing Ethan standing behind.

Yaz's smile froze in an instant, Ethan's face was very recognizable, and he hadn't seen him for a long time, of course he would not forget it.

Ethan greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Sergeant Yaz."

"Hello."

It was only then that Yaz came to his senses, put away his shocked expression, and quickly reached out to shake Ethan.

"By the way, forgot what your name is?"

The small town policeman during the day turned into a handsome handsome man standing behind Nora. The relationship between the two is not simple at first glance.

He immediately regretted it, he shouldn't have had that mouth addiction today.

"You're too kind, Sergeant Yazz."

Ethan smiled and shook hands with him: "Just call me Morgan, I'm just Miss Nora's personal bodyguard now."

Seeing his smiling face, Yaz breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly shook hands with him a few times:

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Morgan."

Yazi didn't believe the nonsense of the private bodyguard. He had never seen an employer help a private bodyguard dust off his body.

He was far away just now, and he didn't see the face clearly. Now that he knew it, he had to change his method.

"Sorry, we're going to a meeting."

Nora said something lightly, and took the lead to walk into the house.

Yazi stepped aside quickly, watching them leaving with a smile on his face.

His small abacus began to rattle, thinking of some excuse to find a relationship with the town policeman of the Banshee Town Police Department.

After they walked away, Nora asked puzzledly, "Didn't you want to change him?"

"correct."

"Then you are still like this?"

"It doesn't cost money to laugh." Ethan glanced at Thompson: "There's no need to create an enemy, anyway, it's not me who replaced him."

Thompson staggered flatly, looking at Ethan with resentment.

Ethan turned his head and saw Sergeant Yaz standing there with his chin in his hands. He didn't know what he was thinking: "What is Yaz doing here? He doesn't seem to have the qualifications?"

Thompson said disdainfully: "It's just a familiarity in front of the committee members."

Yaz, who had been more or less a character when George Hunter was around, was now rootless.

There is a security gate in the middle of the gate, and all visitors must be checked here.

"Ha poof."

A black-haired man in front took off the cigar in his hand and spat at the side.

Nora frowned and looked at her coldly.

The black-haired man shook his legs, noticed a few people standing behind him out of the corner of his eye, and turned around quickly.

When he noticed Nora standing behind him, his eyes froze with a strange expression.

He quickly adjusted his facial expression and greeted:

"Commissioner Thompson."

"Committee Lynch."

Lynch squeezed the cigar tightly, took a puff of the cigar and sprayed the smoke in front of them: "Nora, listen to me, the position of the chief is very important, you are still young, you can't grasp it."

"is it?"

Nora waved her hand and fanned away the smoke: "Then who do you think can handle it, George Hunter?"

There was a flash of anger in the eyes of Commissioner Lynch. He threw the cigar on the ground and walked quickly inside.

Ethan kicked the cigar aside: "He is George Hunter's ally?"

"Yes."

Thompson stepped forward to be checked. There were too many people here, so he didn't say anything.

"Drip drip."

As the only non-Indian here, Ethan was the focus of observation. The moment the voice sounded, all the people around him looked at him.

Ethan took the initiative to reach into his arms and took out the pistol.

Seeing the Desert Eagle he took out, the security guard swallowed, checked that he didn't have a spare magazine, and said:
"Please withdraw the bullet, thank you."

"Ok."

Ethan unloaded the magazine and ejected the remaining five bullets inside.

He pulled the sleeve again, and the last bullet flew out of the ejection port, and fell into the plastic basket beside it, which was covered with a dense layer of various bullets.

After confirming that there were no bullets on him, the security personnel let him go.

Walking to the corner inside, Ethan unloaded the empty magazine in front of Thompson and Nora, rummaged on his body, and took out a spare magazine from the space.

Seeing him magically pull out a spare magazine, Thompson's eyes widened:

"how did you do it?"

Ethan slapped the magazine into the pistol, put it back into the holster, and said with a smile:

"It's a secret."

Nora felt more confident, and walked inside with her slender legs.

Compared with the dilapidated exterior, the interior decoration is extremely gorgeous.

Walking into the meeting room, it was already full of people, and their wave was the last.

There were still three empty chairs on the long oval table, and the rest of the seats were full, all of them were older Indians, many of whom were gray-haired elders.

Behind most of them, there was a burly bodyguard standing against the wall.

In one corner, sage was also lit, and the smoke was lingering, and the atmosphere inside was solemn.

Seeing Nora appear, everyone cast their eyes over.

There is appreciation and there is hatred.

Thompson closed the door of the conference room, walked straight inside, and came to a position near the top.

Before he was able to connect with others with George Hunter, he still had a certain status.

Nora took a few steps forward and stood by the table.

"Okay, everyone is here now."

After looking around, Thompson sat down, cleared his throat, and continued:

"Today, everyone knows why we came here to hold a meeting."

"It is with great regret that, within a short period of time, our tribe's Chief Alex Runside and Standing Councilor George Hunter have been missing."

"We will always remember their contributions to the tribe."

(End of this chapter)