My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 418 Nightclub Surveillance
In the nightclub, Ethan picked up a cocktail and clinked glasses with Rusek:
"Come on, let's have a drink for our friends."

"of course."

The two looked at each other, smiled, and drank in one gulp.

In Ivekoli, Irene inexplicably heard a few swallows of saliva.

Turning their heads, they looked serious again.

Irene shook her head helplessly, she grabbed the microphone:
"Don't forget about business."

"of course not."

Ethan put down his wine glass and adjusted his sitting posture, facing Snyder's table.

Ivecoli, Antonio and the others also started to get busy, taking screenshots, comparing and searching the captured images.

Even the black pearl sitting on the booth was not spared.

Who said that women are not as good as men, there are a lot of girls from gangsters, and they often make major breakthroughs in women.

After a few glasses of wine, the waiter just brought four or five white girls.

All of them are protruding forward and backward, with swaying postures.

Package hip skirt, small hot pants.

Gene and Horstead's eyes were dazzled by the full screen of big white legs.

As a married man, Antonio could only sneak a few glances.

Rusek was not long after he came out of school. Even though the party at the police academy was crazy, he could only deal with it with all his might.

Compared with his restrained performance, Ethan seemed to be particularly comfortable.

"Who bet with me."

Irene opened a bag of potato chips, biting hard: "It's definitely not the first time he has done this."

Two hours later, Antonio stretched out tiredly: "How many people have been recorded so far?"

"More than 20."

Erin bit the cap of her pen, and tapped the nib on the notebook: "Most of them came to say hello and then left."

"There are only six people who have had in-depth communication with Snyder."

"Ah."

Antonio nodded. He rubbed his dry eyes and continued to stare at the screen.

Horstead looked at the picture captured by Ethan's camera, shook his head and said:

"Rusek is going to die."

Although he had tried his best to control it, in order to behave normally, he still blushed from drinking.

"I finally know why Ethan asked him how he was drinking."

Antonio clicked his tongue and said, "If it's not necessary, I advise you all not to drink with Ethan, he is simply a monster."

"That's right!"

Everyone nodded in unison, swallowing hard.

In the nightclub, Ethan also felt his face burning hot at this time, and the girls next to him also raised their hands in surrender, unable to fight any more.

Rusek's expression was dull and his eyes were dull.

The good news is that, on the booth opposite, the group of old blacks are all up and down.

A few minutes later, the two younger brothers beside Ned helped him up and walked out.

Tonight's surveillance mission is finally over.

The wine bottles on the table were basically clear.

He picked up his glass and drank the whiskey in one gulp.

"I'm leaving."

Ethan hugged the E-cup long-legged girl sitting beside him, and looked at the bulging light blue camisole: "Are you interested in coming to my house for another drink?"

"Of course." The E-cup girl rubbed her long legs back and forth on him, and said with blurred eyes:
"How about my roommate?"

The E-cup girl and the girl with fair skin and long black hair on the other side are students of Chicago State University.

Ethan was relatively thin-skinned for such a request, and didn't know how to refuse it.

I can only agree with my mouth.

After paying the bill, the drunk Rusek was picked up, and the group walked out of the nightclub.

The air in the early morning was extremely cold, and Rusek was blown by the night wind, his stomach churned, and he quickly ran to the corner of the wall and vomited loudly.

"Let's go."

Ethan waved his hand covertly, and put his palms on his two round buttocks: "Just wait until he takes a taxi by himself."

"You are too bad a person."

The E-cup girl chuckled and thumped his arm. The three of them left behind a string of laughter and walked towards the parking place.

The lights flashed and the vehicle quickly left.

Ruzek vomited cleanly and staggered toward Iveco.

The door opened, and he slammed into the car reeking of alcohol.

"You are really a failure." Horsted helped him up bitterly. There were so many girls just now, and he could take one or two home at random.

"Don't say that."

Irene heard Ethan's voice disappear, gritted her teeth and took off the earphones: "Rusek is a good boy, not like that bastard."

"Do not."

Ruzek waved his hands drunkenly: "Ethan is a good guy."

As soon as the voice fell, the snoring sound followed.

Irene took a closer look and saw that this guy had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Ethan walked up the stairs in good spirits.

He still held a tray of coffee in his hand.

"Good morning."

He looked at the listless people and raised his hand with a smile: "I bought coffee for you."

"Thank goodness."

Rusek rushed over quickly: "This is exactly what I need most now."

After the hangover, he now has a splitting headache.

Ruzek popped a couple of aspirin into his mouth and took a quick gulp of coffee.

Passed the coffee to the others, and they all nodded their thanks.

The coffee in the pantry is often the last choice, and the things brewed from inferior coffee powder are notoriously unpalatable.

When she came to Irene's desk, she wrote furiously without raising her head.

"Have some coffee."

Ethan shrugged and put the cup on her table.

"Hey guy."

Antonio greeted him: "Can I ask you a question?"

"of course."

Ethan took a sip of his coffee and walked over to his desk.

"You know I punch a lot."

Antonio pointed to the sluggish Rusek, and then asked curiously, "How did you reply so quickly, as if nothing happened?"

Hearing Antonio's words, Rusek and Horstead raised their heads quickly.

Everyone knows what he did last night, he couldn't bring two women back to chat.

So what he looks like now is really amazing.

Ethan smiled, he couldn't say that he was a man who cheated.

He rolled his eyes:
"Do you know wolfberries?"

"Goji berries?"

Antonio repeated the awkward pronunciation and shook his head slowly: "I've never heard of it."

"Go to Chinatown another day and find a Chinese medicine shop."

Ethan chuckled: "Let those old masters prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine for you, just say it's for kidney deficiency."

"Kidney deficiency?"

"That's right, follow me." Ethan taught him the correct pronunciation several times.

"Are you kidney deficient?" Irene suddenly said a word at this time, she is quite talented in language, and she can speak the word kidney deficiency perfectly.

"I do not have."

Ethan waved his hand quickly: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Antonio." Irene glanced at him, then looked aside: "I can assure you, although I don't know what he just said, but he was definitely cheating you just now."

We are all detectives, not so easy to fool.

From Ethan's reaction, he could tell instantly that the word he said was not a good thing.

Antonio hesitated, but still raised his middle finger fiercely.

(End of this chapter)