My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 323

"Understood very thoroughly."

Jaber chuckled, "I don't know if it's the senator's bad luck, or your bad luck."

"Or maybe this Michael Booth is unlucky."

"It's not good to find someone to take the place of the dead ghost, but I just found you, motherfucker."

With the energy of a senator, it would have been foolproof to implement such a bitter plan, if what Hobbs the goat found was just an ordinary illegal worker.

According to their arrangement, the person who is used as a scapegoat will only be beaten to death on the spot in the office building.

If they're smart, they'll make the scapegoat's body disappear without a trace.

However, it was Ethan they found.

Now, there is no possibility of any relaxation between the two sides. Even if Ethan is willing to pay to keep his mouth shut, the senator will not take the risk of losing his political life to make peace with him.

Those who can sit in this position will not let go of any opportunity to clean up future troubles.

The same is true for Ethan, who is bound to take revenge.

This is why Jaber said he understood very thoroughly, and the two sides are in the same situation.

"Is it difficult to find Michael Booth's home address for me?" Ethan looked at the people on the TV, his eyes flashed coldly.

The senator is still in the hospital, and the guards must be extremely strict now, so he might as well start with Booth first.

Jia Bo snapped his fingers and started working:
"No problem, I've found all the simple information."

"According to the information posted on the Internet, Booth is a local from your place. Give me an hour and a half, and I will solve the electronic security system of his home for you."

"As expected of Jia Bo, I will treat you to a drink when I go back."

Ethan hangs up the phone, it's easy to deal with if he has a clue, this time he will also ask about the smugglers together.

On the phone, there are two missed calls, both from Letty.

He dialed back and, like Jaber, Letty uttered the goatee's name quickly.

She often pays attention to the senator's information and knows the people around him better. When she saw the photo sent by Ethan, she recognized it at a glance.

It's just that Letty is still outside and won't be back in a while, so let him wait first.

Originally, she had to wait for Jabo's message, but Ethan told her not to worry.

Having locked the target, he lay contentedly on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and there was still work to do next.

Ten minutes later, Ethan's ears moved.

When he and Letty came over, he had already noticed that her place of residence was quite remote.

I've been here for so long just now, and I haven't heard the sound of a car.

But now, a slight movement was heard.

He opened his eyes, rolled over and stood up, holding the Glock that had been stuck on his body in his hand.

Turn on the radar, there are two cars outside.

It is easy to judge, there are three white dots sitting together in the front, and four white dots sitting together in the back, a total of seven people.

Ethan picked up a sharp knife from the knife holder in the kitchen next to him, and walked lightly towards the door.

Outside the wooden house, the blue Mustang and a black Passat stopped carefully when they were 20 meters away from the house.

"Are you sure it's here?"

There were no vehicles parked in front of the wooden house, and the man in leather turned his head with cold eyes: "If you dare to guide the way indiscriminately, I promise, I will definitely chop you up."

The man with black-rimmed glasses nodded frantically. His face was already covered with sweat, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it off.

If Ethan were here, he would recognize him as the organizer of the street fighting competition that gave Ethan five hundred dollars.

It's just that now, he doesn't have the energy to play tricks on people back then.

The man in leather opened the car door and sat on the front of the Mustang. Others got out of the car one after another, opened their coats, and took the submachine gun hanging from their shoulders in their hands.

The man with black-rimmed glasses looked at the scene in front of him, his thighs trembled.

The man in the leather jacket looked at one of them and pointed at the wooden house with the comb in his hand.

The man nodded, put the hand holding the submachine gun behind his back, and walked carefully towards the wooden house.

With so many people at the scene, it should have been very noisy, but now he could only hear the crackling sound of his walking, which seemed extremely strange.

The person who inquired about the situation glanced at his feet.

Aiming at the foothold, he stepped on both ends of the wooden steps and walked up, trying not to make a sound.

When he came to the wooden door, he swallowed, leaned closer to the cat's eye, and tried to observe the changes in the light in the room.

"puff."

A sharp knife pierced through the wooden door, passed through his mouth, and passed through the back of his head.

The tip of the knife dripping blood appeared in front of everyone at the scene.

"L."

There was a sound of dripping water, followed by the smell of urine.

"boom."

The man with black-rimmed glasses looked at the blood hole in his chest, his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.

The man in leather gave him a disgusted look, put away his pistol, and tidied his hair with a comb:
"Okay, let's surround him and take him down."

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and the remaining four people raised their submachine guns and advanced in small steps, forming an encirclement circle towards the cabin.

Ethan looked at the radar and saw a white dot slowly approaching him.

He raised the sharp knife in his hand and pointed it at the wooden door.

The positions almost overlapped, and Ethan thrust out with lightning force with his arms.

At the same time as stabbing the sharp knife, his figure exploded back.

In just a second, Ethan retreated to the side of the bedroom, lying on the ground at the same time,
However, the expected rain of bullets did not come.

There was a gunshot outside, and he stopped. Seeing a light spot disappearing in the radar, Ethan froze for a moment.

But he didn't take it seriously for a while. It would be better if the people outside started fighting among themselves and all died.

It's just that this kind of good thing didn't happen, there were five light spots left, one stayed in place, and the remaining four spread out and outflanked the wooden house.

After confirming that there was no surveillance in the house, the gun in Ethan's hand flashed and was replaced by a silver Sand Eagle.

The whole log cabin is made of wood, so go through the wall to find out.

He slowly crawled towards the bedroom without making a sound.

There was a light spot that circled to the side and was moving slowly, only two or three meters away from him.

Ethan raised the silver sand eagle, the light spots paralleled.

"Bang bang bang."

After a few loud bangs, three small holes appeared in the wooden wall. Through the light from the holes, one could see the blood mist rising outside.

The gunshot sounded like a starting gun.

The remaining three light spots also approached quickly, and someone directly pulled the trigger on them.

The bullets penetrated the wooden wall, tearing apart the objects in the wooden house.

The objects in the kitchen were broken to the ground, and the cotton wool in the sofa exploded.

It is not easy to kill through the wall if the distance is far away, and the accuracy cannot be guaranteed, but it doesn't matter, we also have submachine guns.

Ethan lay on the ground, and the silver Sand Eagle in his hand was instantly replaced by an Uzi submachine gun.

"Da da da."

Within a second or two, all the bullets in the magazine flew out, and the strong force of the arm firmly controlled the aiming head. There was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground outside, and the light spot on the radar disappeared.

The submachine gun ran out of bullets, and there was a sound of air strikes.

The person in front seized the opportunity, slammed into the window, turned over and squatted.

In front of him, a python revolver appeared.

(End of this chapter)