My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 339 The Press Conference Begins

The next day, Ethan woke up early.

The sun fell on Rivera's face, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

After gently rubbing her delicate cheeks with her thumb for a while, Rivera finally woke up.

"Ok!"

"Why, my back is sore~"

Rivera stretched lazily, and took Ethan's big hand off her body.

After tossing around in the middle of the night and sleeping on the sofa for several hours, now she only feels sore and swollen.

"Where?"

Ethan's hand slid from her shoulder, along the delicate skin to the waist and eyes.

"Mmmmm~"

Rivera snorted a few times, closed her eyes again, and rested comfortably on Ethan's strong arm.

After a few more minutes, Ethan let go of his hand.

"Snapped."

There was a crisp sound under the white quilt.

He turned over and sat up, picked up the jersey on the ground: "Get up, or you will see it when Letty comes over."

"Boom."

A sofa pillow hit Ethan's head, and Rivera gritted her teeth and stood up from the sofa.

She stepped on the sofa, jumped forward, and jumped onto Ethan's back.

Wrap him tightly like an octopus:

"I want to take a bath, you carry me there."

"no problem."

Ethan had no choice but to throw away his jersey, kicked away the empty wine bottles on the floor, and strode towards the restroom beside him.

An hour later, Ethan threw all the empty wine bottles on the floor into garbage bags, folded the bedding, and put them on the sofa.

The two put on their clothes, cleaned up the messy sofa, lay on it and watched the variety show with a notebook.

Not long after, the rolling gate was slammed:
"Guys, I'm coming in."

Rivera directly picked up the remote control panel and raised the shutter.

"You seem to be having a good time." Letty walked in hurriedly, took off her sunglasses, and raised her eyebrows at Rivera who was leaning on Ethan's arms.

Ethan smiled: "What did you bring us, please, there must be clothes."

"Of course, today is a good day. I brought you a new set of clothes."

Letty stepped forward and put the two large paper bags in her arms on the table:

"I also brought you something to eat."

"Thank you."

Rivera was already hungry, so she quickly dug out fresh croissant bread, which contained several bottles of milk and fruit.

Another bag contained a suit and leather shoes.

"sorry to bother you."

Ethan took the clothes and thanked him repeatedly.

"Don't talk about this, what you did for us is worth my money." Letty put the sunglasses on the table, and also bent down and sat down:
"I believe that after this time, they will not act recklessly against stowaways in the future."

Ethan nodded, picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom.

After a while, he twisted his coat and walked out.

He went straight to the wall of weapons, took an underarm holster from it, put it on expertly, and stuffed the Glock and Python revolvers into the holster.

Putting on the coat, the two pistols were perfectly covered.

He is not a street runner on the West Coast, who hangs two pistols in his shorts, and it is inconvenient to run.

Put the replaced No. [-] jersey into the backpack, took the bread from Rivera, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

After brunch, Ethan and Letty went over the details again.

After making sure everything was fine, Rivera contacted her friend.

After she hung up the phone, Ethan took the Bumblebee key thrown by Letty, and the two drove towards the interstate together.

Half an hour later, I saw a silver Jaguar parked by the side of the road in the distance.

A long-legged beauty is sitting at the front of the car.

The woman looked around, smoking anxiously.

Ethan slowed down and looked around:

"Are you sure it's safe?"

"The news about me is only in the small circle right now, isn't it?" Rivera patted the Glock on the holster:

"She is a member of the opposition party, and it is too late for me to thank her."

Ethan nodded, and slowly moved the car closer.

Rivera picked up a small bag containing most of the evidence and pushed open the car door.

When she saw the bumblebee parked next to her, the long-legged beauty threw away her cigarette butt and strode forward, not forgetting to glance at the driver.

Ethan wore wide sunglasses, covering most of his face, avoiding her gaze.

Holding the pistol in his hand, he carefully looked around, especially the cars coming up from behind.

Outside the car, Rivera was talking hurriedly with the long-legged beauty.

The long-legged beauty directly performed a face-changing technique on Ethan. She was first curious, then shocked, and finally excited.

After a while, she nodded again.

The two embraced, and Rivera handed her the bag in her hand, turned around and walked back to the car.

The woman also hurriedly ran back to the silver cheetah, the headlights turned on, and left the scene quickly.

"Let's go, everything has been explained."

Riviera breathed a sigh of relief and closed the car door.

"Ok."

Ethan turned the steering wheel and merged into the traffic.

Looking at the time in the car, it's eleven o'clock in the morning, and there are still two hours left, and the show will start.

Hospital, VIP ward.

Senator John McLaughlin stood sprightly in front of a tall full-length mirror as aides helped him straighten his clothes.

In the past two days, the approval rate has been rising all the way.

Affected by the good news, he is now radiant and rosy.

An assistant noticed this and quickly instructed the makeup artist to make his face look paler.

Booth held a cane and stood by the window, watching the crowd below.

On his face, there was no joy, but worry.

He could not sleep at night after receiving the news from the police station.

It was obvious that he had found a stabbing head. It was impossible for a female immigration officer to escape successfully leaving behind a dozen charred corpses.

Things have developed to this point, riding a tiger is hard to get off.

He had mobilized all the power around him to chase and kill those two people, but Booth couldn't believe that the bastard still couldn't kill him.

"Mr. Booth, you're ready. Two minutes."

He was patted on the shoulder before he realized it and turned around quickly.

"What are you thinking?"

McLaughlin frowned and said solemnly: "Today's press conference is very important, cheer up."

"Sorry, Senator."

Booth quickly nodded his apology, walked quickly to the door, and opened the handle.

"Show time." McLaughlin smiled at the full-length mirror, lifted his tie, then flicked his sleeves, and strode out of the ward.

The gun he hit, under the deliberate control of the man in leather, just passed by.

A little bruise, but it's almost healed.

"Slow down."

Booth hurriedly walked behind him, following in small steps.

When we came to the stairs, we could already hear the roar of the hall on the first floor below.

Today is a rare big scene, the hospital gathered dozens of news media.

This is a press conference that media reporters don't want to miss. After all, the shooting of a senator is also a matter of concern across the United States.

McLaughlin moved his facial expression and was about to go down.

"Wait a minute, cane."

Booth reminded in a low voice, and handed him the black cane.

"Ah."

McLaughlin took the cane, adjusted his walking posture, grabbed the handrail, and limped down.

The host of the press conference received the notice and quickly raised the microphone:
"ladies and gentlemen."

"Welcome, Senator John McLaughlin."

There was a burst of applause at the end of the scene, the flashlights flashed, and white light lit up.

This moment is the brightest moment in McLaughlin's life.

(End of this chapter)