My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 417 Can't Be Reimbursed
"Don't like queuing?"

Rusek was at a loss, but he could only follow Ethan forward.

The handsome Ethan receives many winks.

Facing this kind of gaze, he has long been used to it.

Walking to the front of the line, everyone here is anxiously waiting to enter.

Due to fire regulations, the number of people entering the venue must be strictly controlled.

But rules are rules, and reality is reality.

As with anything, this is elastic and the scale is entirely at the control of field security.

"Hi Joe."

Ethan stretched out his palm from his trouser pocket, and waved at the burly field control security personnel standing in the soft rope guardrail: "Long time no see, how are you doing?"

The security guard subconsciously gave Ethan a high five, but his voice was a little strange.

The field control security is very familiar with this sense of touch. Out of the corner of his eye, he quickly glanced down, and Franklin's head was exposed in the gap between his palms.

He immediately said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, it's been fine recently."

After speaking, he took the soft rope off the post.

"Please, we waited for half an hour."

This move sparked protests from those at the front.

The security guard hugged his strong arms and looked at it coldly, and the voice of protest soon subsided.

Ethan waved back and walked in.

"Is he friends with you?"

Rusek followed closely behind him and asked curiously.

"I do not know him."

Ethan smiled and said, "But he knows Franklin, that's enough."

This made sense, and Rusek wished he could say such a thing. He patted his empty trouser pocket and waved helplessly.

"Ethan."

Irene's voice came from the headset: "You and Rusek only have three hundred for tonight's event, and now there is no one hundred. After buying the tickets, there are more than one hundred left."

"You're not going to stand around with a bottle of beer all night, are you?"

Their scouting mission tonight required taking pictures of everyone around Snyder, which meant staying until he left.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing?"

Ethan said calmly, paying to enter.

Passing through the two sound-proof doors, Ethan's face went numb, and the tips of his hair trembled slightly. The violent electronic sound shook like circles of air waves.

The heartbeats of the two of them sped up a few beats in an instant.

Looking around, the nightclub is divided into upper and lower floors. In front of the DJ stage is a huge dance floor, where men and women in the night club are jumping wildly and venting their troubles.

"over there."

Soon Rusek found the target, and he leaned into Ethan's ear and yelled.

Looking in the direction of his signal, several old blacks with big gold chains were hugging left and right on a booth near the dance floor, twisting their bodies along with the electronic music.

The man in the middle of the booth has a scar on the corner of his eye.

The confirmation is undoubtedly Snyder.

The neon lights flickered, and Antonio struggled to identify the environment inside.

He rubbed his chin, shook his head and said:
"We're in trouble."

"Why do you say that?" Irene put down the monitor earphones, it was too noisy inside.

"Snyder's position, next to the infield."

Antonio said with a headache: "It's so far away from the bar, I can't take any useful images."

"The two men, Ethan and Rusek, can't dance in front of other people's booths all night. Any fool knows there is something wrong."

"That's right."

Gene tried to adjust the picture, but to no avail: "Now they can only rely on their improvisation."

In the nightclub, Ethan also noticed this problem.

But for him, this is very easy to solve, nothing more than spending money, Ethan put his arms around Rusek's shoulders, and walked forward easily and naturally.

"What do they want to do?"

Seeing that the video screen was getting closer and closer to Snyder, Irene asked inexplicably.

"Please."

Antonio quickly grabbed the microphone: "Ethan, you won't come here for real, it's not cheap here, and you won't be reimbursed."

Hearing the voice from the hidden headset, Rusek panicked.

He also saw Ethan's intentions.

Ethan turned a deaf ear to it, and pushed him to a large card booth, which was in an excellent location, facing Ned and his gang of gangsters.

Seeing Ethan sitting down calmly, Rusek had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit down.

Big deal, I don't want my salary this month.

"You need to relax."

Ethan pulled Rusek over and kneaded his shoulder a few times: "You don't look like you're out to play, be natural, or I'll kick you out."

"Don't worry about anything, I'm here."

At this moment, the waiter in uniform walked over quickly, with his hands behind his back, he said loudly with a smile on his face:
"Sir, our booth has a minimum consumption."

"Is it enough here?" Ethan raised his eyebrows and lifted his coat, revealing a corner of Franklin in his inner pocket.

"Great gift Shet."

Seeing the thick wad of money appearing on the screen, Ivecoli let out a few exclamations.

"He's lost all his money." Horstead said sourly, "Rusek is a lucky bastard."

The waiter's eyes lit up and his smile grew stronger.

He quickly took out the drink list behind his back and handed it to Ethan respectfully: "Sir, are you two?"

"Do you need to find some female companions for you?"

The female companion he was talking about was not an atmosphere group.

They also come here to play like Ethan. They are all young and beautiful girls with little cash, who like to go to nightclubs and join in the fun.

You can mix some free drinks and have fun, and you can also find a partner for the night.

These are the experiences Jaber imparted.

Ethan took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and handed it to the waiter: "I like natural ones, it doesn't matter if I have a few more."

"asshole."

His words were clearly heard in the surveillance car, and Irene muttered in a low voice.

Gene and Horstead nodded enviously: "Yeah, what a jerk."

The waiter took the money and nodded heavily.

Ethan grabbed his collar again, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Don't be black."

"It's not discrimination, it's purely personal taste."

The waiter smiled and said, "I understand, sir."

After confirming that he understood what he meant, Ethan Shiran picked up the drink list and ordered a wave of cocktails, including champagne and whiskey.

I haven't been out to play for a long time, so I can take this opportunity to relax tonight.

Watching him keep tapping his fingers, the waiter quickly wrote down what he wanted.

"Okay, that's all."

With a swipe of his finger, Ethan covered the list and patted it to the waiter.

"Okay, sir."

The waiter took the wine list with both hands: "Please wait a moment, I'll be right over."

"Actually I think"

A few minutes later, Horsted looked at the drinks on the table that kept being served on the screen, and enviously said: "The three of you can observe more carefully."

"is it?"

Irene cast a disdainful look: "Why don't you call Hank and apply to change the mission."

Mentioning Hank, he suddenly shrank his neck:
"Haha, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

(End of this chapter)