My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"Then it's settled."

Sumner picked up the binoculars and watched Antonio push open the glass dining room door. "What do you think of the interrogation room?"

"Cough cough cough~"

Now it was Ethan's turn to cough violently. He quickly wiped the corner of his mouth and put his hand down:

"I like your idea."

"You are very courageous. I like courageous girls."

Looking down at the palm on his thigh, Sumner immediately clamped it tightly: "Be serious, this is work."

"Ok."

Ethan then retracted his hand and raised the small telescope.

Antonio walked to a seat near a window and sat down in front of a Colombian man in a cowboy hat.

In the headset, the voices of the two of them talking also sounded.

"Be careful." Hank's voice came: "If anything goes wrong, rush in to save people immediately."

"Roger that!"

Ethan replied and let go of the walkie-talkie.

Cadillac SUVs and Ohlins vehicles were parked outside the restaurant and surrounded it.

Not far from the side is the driveway into the city.

There is a constant stream of traffic on the road, and there are still many trucks parked on the side of the road.

In the restaurant, Antonio and the man named Cowboy kept talking.

As expected by everyone, even though the person was introduced by Bajiao, the instinct of the businessman still made the cowboy make a tentative move.

Facing the threat of gunpoint, Antonio was fearless.

He was angry first, then scolded.

Finally, he raised his eight claws again, and dispelled the opponent's doubts with a series of punches.

After a while, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two hurried out of the restaurant, and put the python revolver into the holster.

When I heard the other party holding a gun from the headset just now.

Had it not been for Hank to stop repeatedly, he would have almost rushed in in a hurry.

It doesn't matter if Munoz gets caught or not, not every case succeeds.

He didn't want to lose a friend because of a scumbag.

"Attention."

Ethan pressed the intercom: "The two of them are walking through the green belt and walking towards the vehicles on the side of the road."

"Everyone be careful."

Hanke reminded: "This kind of vehicle is usually arranged with escorts, so don't expose it."

Stepping on the thick snow, Antonio followed the cowboy with his hands in his pockets.

When they came to the side of the road, they passed the trucks until they stopped in front of a tank truck.

"That's it."

The cowboy lifted his hat and took out a note from his pocket: "Go to this place, after you park the car, you can just leave."

He took out another rectangular object wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, and patted it on his hand:

"Here is ten thousand dollars."

"Be careful, don't be nervous, as long as things are done well, there will be plenty of opportunities to cooperate in the future, OK?"

"rest assured."

Antonio showed greedy eyes, and quickly reached out to grab it: "I am also an OG, and I will definitely be able to do things."

The oiled paper bag was pulled, but it didn't budge.

The cowboy looked at Antonio with a half-smile, his eyes flickering: "Dude, don't mind if I offended you just now."

"If you have a chance, call your cousin in prison and say something nice for me."

"Of course I don't mind." Antonio said cheerfully, "Everyone is here to hang out, I understand."

Only then did the cowboy let go of his hand.

Antonio stuffed the money into his arms, pulled the car door and climbed into the cockpit.

He waved to the cowboy, then started the fuel tanker, and drove towards the toll booth not far away.

The moment the vehicle moved, a car turned from the side of the road behind and followed quickly.

Antonio drove the car calmly, turning the steering wheel.

After a while, he came to the toll booth in the second lane on the right, and he stepped on the brake slowly.

He took out the toll and handed it to the staff in the kiosk.

Through the left rearview mirror, I saw a staff member wearing a fluorescent suit, searching the vehicle roughly, and copying something on the clipboard in his hand.

The staff and the vehicle were separated at the touch of a button, and after a half-circle, they returned to the previous position.

The guy gave a thumbs up in the direction of the tollbooth, indicating that it was okay to pass.

The railing was raised, Antonio stepped on the accelerator, and the vehicle continued to move forward. What appeared in the rearview mirror was Rusek's face.

He didn't show any abnormal behavior and continued to wait for the next car to arrive.

"There is a signal."

Sumner kept staring at the tracker beside him, and the red dot on it began to move.

Ethan started the vehicle and quickly left the parking lot.

Hank and Orlinski who were nearby also started their vehicles one after another and slowly followed.

When he came to the Latin discount plaza, Antonio parked the car at the designated place, and left the key in the car directly after turning off the engine.

He closed the car door and left in a hurry without looking back.

After a while, he changed into another outfit and came to another exit.

"How about it?"

Before getting into the car, Antonio hurriedly asked.

"Still still."

Hank pressed the intercom: "Ethan, did you see anything unusual over there?"

"Hold on."

Ethan pressed the walkie-talkie and said in a deep voice, "I haven't seen the mouse yet."

After a while, a man in denim went straight to the tanker. The man opened the door without any hesitation.

"coming."

He licked his lips: "I saw a mouse."

While talking, the oil tanker started and left the small commodity wholesale market very quickly.

When the oil tanker was leaving, Ethan quickly noticed a strange vehicle following him. These people were intertwined and very cautious.

They don't have to stick them because of the locators installed.

Ethan stepped on the accelerator, hung far away, and pressed the walkie-talkie at the same time: "I said, do you want to call for backup, but now there are two people missing."

"With you here, what are you afraid of?"

Rusek's voice sounded, and he said nonchalantly: "An assault team will not work for you."

This flattery is too blunt.

Ethan let go of the walkie-talkie, and couldn't help grinning. This guy is too sensible.

"No time to wait for backup."

Hank also said in a deep voice, "Everyone be careful later."

"receive."

Answers sounded one after another.

Sumner unbuckled her seatbelt, and she turned, her knees on the seat, pulling backwards.

Duang!
Hip surges.

The position was so convenient, Ethan couldn't hold back for a while, and slapped him.

The feel is really good, playing~~~
"asshole."

Sumner cursed in a low voice, and brought over the things that had been placed in the back row in advance.

Two long guns, and a bulletproof vest.

She gave Ethan annoyed, took off her jacket, put the bulletproof vest on her body, tightened the velcro, and inserted the spare magazine.

The Remington shotgun was tucked between her legs along with the AR15, and she held the barrel with both hands.

His palms slid up and down, and he winked at Ethan.

Good guy, it's been a long time since I've eaten.

Ethan's throat felt thirsty, he stepped on the gas pedal a little bit, and his eyes were filled with anger.

The Ford Interceptor growled and weaved left and right on the highway. (end of this chapter)