My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 317 The Unexpected Guest
Leaving the park in the middle of the street, Ethan took a Coke and walked to the corner of the street.

Now I can only find a bar to sit and wait until the evening to contact Letty to see how she can help.

When he stood at the corner in a daze, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of him.

The window of the car lowered slowly, and a middle-aged Caucasian man with a gray goatee and a plunging head appeared in front of him.

"Get in the car."

The man with the goatee glanced at him and said.

Ethan was a little confused, and looked left and right to see if the other party had found the wrong person.

"stop looking."

The man with the goatee patted the seat with great interest: "It's you, I have a good job here."

It was only then that Ethan realized that with his attire, the other party probably regarded him as an illegal worker.

He shook his head, just about to explain.

The man with the goatee stroked his beard: "Don't you just want to change your life when you come here? Now the opportunity is here, do you want to seize it?"

While speaking, Ethan felt a domineering aura.

With the same aura as Proctor, this person in front of him is not a good person.

The handle of the gun protruding from his waist confirmed Ethan's thoughts.

Ethan rolled his eyes, took a big gulp of Coke, threw the cup into the trash can beside him, opened the door and got into the car without hesitation.

This kind of person has a wide range of communication.

Basically, it belongs to the kind that can take both black and white.

From this kind of person, you might be able to get some useful information.

It was better than going to a bar and sitting stupidly, so he got in the car decisively.

The man with the goatee didn't care about the smell of sweat on Ethan's body. After he got into the car, he started the car and drove forward.

There was silence all the way, the vehicle drove for more than ten minutes, and the man with the goatee turned his head:

"Have you ever killed someone before?"

Sure enough, he wasn't looking for a laborer, Ethan glanced at him indifferently, and didn't speak.

Goatee nodded in satisfaction, accelerated and stepped on the gas pedal.

In the street fight just now, it can be seen that this person's skills are not simple, at least he was not timid on that occasion, which is exactly what he needs.

Now that he has confirmed his eyes, he is exactly the kind of person he needs, who has killed people before, and is fearless in doing things.

A few minutes later, Mercedes-Benz came to a place full of office buildings.

Turn the steering wheel and drive into the underground parking lot.

When Goatee got out of the car, he deliberately lifted his suit jacket, flashed the pistol inside, and issued a warning.

Ethan just smiled, and walked with him to the elevator in the underground garage.

The two took the elevator together and came to Goatee's company.

From the layout of the company, I can't tell what it does, but there are a few tables, which are empty.

But the office inside is completely different.

The area is small, and the decoration is extraordinarily luxurious.

According to Ethan's experience, this is just a foothold for the goatee to deal with some unclean things.

In the corner of the office, stood a white man with an expressionless face, wearing a black leather jacket, with parted hair, giving off a cold feeling.

This man seemed to be Goatee's subordinate, looking at Ethan meaningfully.

He put his hands in front of his body, and the specific parts of his hands were covered with calluses. He was a frequent shooter, and his waist was also bulging.

"Sit whatever you want, you're welcome."

Goatee walked behind the large desk, pulled out the leather office chair, and picked up the tequila bottle that was placed beside the desk.

On the tray next to it, there are more than a dozen bullet cups.

Ethan pulled away the chair next to him, placed it sideways, and sat down directly regardless of the messy clothes.

From his angle, he could see the goatee and the man in leather at the same time.

We are strangers to each other, and these two people also look mysterious, so I still need to be more vigilant.

Goatee didn't care about Ethan's defensive look.

He unscrewed the cap and poured a shot of tequila.

"Shh."

The bullet was pushed lightly by him and slid to Ethan.

Ethan didn't touch his glass, just looked at him silently, wondering what kind of medicine this man was selling in his gourd.

Goatee took out a document from the filing cabinet at the back, opened it and threw it in front of him:

"Do you know this person?"

Above was a photograph of a white man in a suit, with raised browbones and a determined gaze.

He looked like a typical old white man.

Seeing that Ethan didn't speak, the goatee sat down in the office chair. After straightening the tie on his chest, he said in a hoarse voice:
"Senator John McLaughlin."

"Known for his tough stance on Mexican illegal workers, if he could, he would not hesitate to send all Mexicans working in the United States back to their hometowns."

"His political slogan is: pack them up and send them away, and before that, let them build a wall for free."

Goatee sat up straight and poured himself a glass of tequila:

"What this lovely Senator doesn't understand is that this country is run on illegal labor."

"He doesn't understand that it's people like you that keep prices low and prosper in this country."

"Without friends like you, our country is doomed."

Goatee took a sip of tequila and raised his eyebrows:
"Of course, that's my opinion."

Ethan imitated the tone of those Mexican smugglers today, and said succinctly:
"Speak the key."

"No problem." Goatee put down the bullet cup and stared at him:
"Look at you, you just came here, right?"

"Don't you want to do something for your compatriots? Countless people are forcibly repatriated every day and go back to that impoverished country."

"Senator McLaughlin has to be warned, I want his arm."

Ethan narrowed his eyes, he didn't expect to find this kind of thing on his head.

Illegal workers in Mexico are deported, none of their own business.

No grievances, no enmity, he doesn't want to provoke a senator, and he will be in trouble when the time comes, and after doing such a thing, the goatee in front of him is very likely not to let him go.

Both left and right are troublesome.

But after listening to this person's words now, I'm afraid that the other party will not let him leave easily.

Ethan lowered his arms, ready to take out the pistol from the space at any time.

Kill him, once and for all.

Just then, Goatee bent down and took out a black suitcase from under the table.

He confidently opened the box, and it was full of old banknotes:

"Here is fifty thousand dollars, deposit."

"After the matter is completed, I will give you another 25 yuan. According to your current situation, I am afraid you will not be able to earn this money in your entire life."

"As long as you cripple his arm, the money is yours."

Ethan put on a shocked look at the right time, and swallowed saliva in his throat.

Goatee smiled and closed the suitcase:
"Let me make it clear, you already know the job now, although you can choose to refuse, you will know the consequences."

"I won't say no, but I have a question."

Ethan raised his head: "If you can answer for me, I will be very happy to help you, no matter what your purpose is."

(End of this chapter)