My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 311 Smuggling
the next morning.

A knock on the door woke him up, and Buzz's voice came from outside the door:
"Ethan, my friend will be here soon, get ready."

"Ok."

Ethan looked at the window, the sky was dim.

He yawned and turned over to get up. He slept too late last night and was a little depressed.

After taking a shower, I finally woke up.

Since he was going to smuggle across the border today, he put on his boots.

He was also wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and a blue shirt, and he pulled out a peaked cap from the space and put it on his head. Everything was kept low-key.

Diamonds, watches, and the gold-plated M1911 have all been thrown into the space.

I didn't bring much luggage, just a backpack with a few changes of clothes.

Carrying a light backpack, he walked downstairs. Jabo, who always liked to sleep late, was waiting for him below. Seeing Ethan come down, he stood up and handed over the mineral water and bread he had prepared in advance.

Stuffing the food into the bag, the two shook hands and bumped shoulders.

Jia Bo looked at him with a smirk on his face, "I'll wait for you in Oceanside, don't worry, I'll let Buzz and the others arrange beautiful women."

"Fuck off."

Ethan slapped the backpack on his back angrily, and tucked the Glock 17 into his belt.

Outside the house, came the light of headlights.

Ethan pulled his shirt over his pistol and strode out.

Buzz was standing next to the courtyard with a tired face.

After all, they didn't go to bed until late last night, and woke up early today.

He was always out of kindness. Ethan calmed down and bumped fists with him: "Thank you for your hard work."

"fine."

Buzz smiled and waved his hands: "Compared with the help you provided, this is not worth mentioning."

At this moment, a dilapidated van stopped in front of them, and a middle-aged Mexican man with a mustache and a straw hat quickly jumped out of the car.

"Buzz."

The Mexican man who got off the van took off his straw hat and hugged Buzz vigorously.

The two patted each other on the back, Buzz turned around:
"Ethan, this is Sonny."

"Sonny, this is Ethan, a friend of mine, please help me take him back."

"No problem at all."

The Mexican man named Sonny stroked his mustache and extended his hand to Ethan: "I have been friends with Buzz for a long time, and today you are my guest of honor."

"Thank you."

Ethan shook hands with him and nodded his thanks.

"Let's go, time is tight, I've reserved the best seat for you." Sonny didn't say anything to Buzz, turned around and walked to the car, and patted the co-pilot's door.

"I've saved his life several times, don't worry." Buzz patted Ethan on the shoulder.

"I see, thanks."

Ethan waved goodbye to him and Jaber who was standing at the door, and walked towards the dilapidated van.

He opened the door and looked at the stained seats and rusted doors, his eyebrows twitched.

Things have come to this, he had no choice but to recite 40 silently in his heart, gritted his teeth and sat down.

The van started quickly and drove forward.

At this time, the sun hadn't come out yet, and there was a fish belly white on the horizon.

There was a cough from behind, and Ethan turned his head quickly.

The scene in front of him made his face change slightly.

What Sonny said was true, the seat that he disliked so much was already the best seat.

Inside the van, all the seats have been removed.

Twenty people were densely packed in the carriage, holding packages in their hands and shaking with the body.

There were men, women, young and old, all huddled together. On the faces of these people, there were excitement and confusion, but they were all full of yearning for a new life.

Compared with them, the place where I am now is simply super first class.

The driver, Sonny, was holding the steering wheel with one hand and a small wine jug with the other. After he took a sip of the spirits, he lit a cigarette again, and he couldn't be idle for a moment.

Ethan turned his head, turned the handle and rolled down the window, and the fresh morning air poured in.

"Would you like some?"

Sonny glanced at him with a cigarette in his mouth, and handed him the bottle.

"No thanks."

Ethan took off the backpack on his back and put it at his feet. The mineral water bottle inside was too disgusting.

Anyway, fresh air had already been poured in, so Ethan simply took out his cigarette.

"Ding."

The lighter cover was lifted with a crisp sound.

The cigarette was lit, and he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke out the window, which was quickly blown away by the Mexican morning breeze.

Sonny has been watching Ethan's every move from the corner of his eye. He knows what kind of person Buzz is, and who he is friends with.

When the bag was put down, it was light and there should be only some clothes inside.

Either he offended someone, or he was a desperado, after all, there was nothing wrong, Sonny secretly made a judgment.

After taking a few puffs of cigarettes, Ethan slowly got used to the smell in the car.

Pull out the Glock 17 from the waist and throw it on the backpack. When there is a holster, this thing is uncomfortable, not to mention there is no holster now.

One is to make yourself sit more comfortably, and the other is to remind the other party not to have any bad thoughts.

Don't look at this man named Sonny with a simple and honest smile. There are a few people who can be snakeheads who don't carry their lives behind their backs. Although he is Buzz's friend who died, Ethan only believes in the gun in his hand.

When Sonny saw the gun, his eyebrows twitched.

But he didn't say anything, he had that thing himself, so there was no need to make a fuss, and the other party was not an ordinary stowaway.

"Mr. Sonny." Ethan bit his cigarette:

"Are all these friends in the back going to cross the border like me?"

"Yes, they are all going to cross the border."

Sonny glanced at him and continued, "But they're different from you."

Ethan turned sideways: "Why do you say that?"

Sonny wiped his beard and said with a smile: "At least none of them can afford a good Dupont lighter."

"There are no clean and tidy clothes like yours, and all they have is a tiny hope."

Ethan took a look at the clothes on his body. Although it looked ordinary, it was indeed the same as what Sonny said. Compared with the people behind, there was indeed a big difference.

"Don't worry, I was just kidding."

Sonny glanced at him again, and flicked the ash out of the window: "It's good that they are like this."

Ethan frowned. The people behind were already like this, and they still applauded.

Driving is also boring, so Sonny simply stopped talking.

From his mouth, Ethan learned that the latter people were indeed very good in comparison.

Every year, more than 100 million people go to Mexico from Honduras, Guatemala, El Salvador and other places, preparing to smuggle into the United States.

Those people have to spend days in the dark, damp, and smelly smuggling boats before they can reach the southern coast of Mexico.

After they went ashore, most of the belongings on their bodies had been looted by the snakeheads.

This is just the beginning, there are still thousands of kilometers away from the US-Mexico border, and sneaking on the train is their only option.

Traveling thousands of kilometers all the way, those people not only had to face gangsters and bandits, but also law enforcement officers.

Robberies, fights, and shootings occurred one after another.

The vast majority of people have lost all their belongings before reaching the border, just like refugees.

And the people behind the van are ordinary Mexicans, at least they still have their own belongings, and they don't have to go through that kind of experience like those in Central America.

Ethan also nodded. He didn't know anything else, but the Salvadorans knew it very well.

In the police system, the Salvadoran gang has a great reputation.

After the dilapidated van drove on the road for more than two hours, Sonny turned the steering wheel and led more than 20 people into the mountain area.

(End of this chapter)