My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

The three cups collided violently.

A glass of whiskey, two glasses of beer, under the illumination of the light, they emit a blurred color.

Take a sip and put it down heavily.

"Welcome to Banshee Town." Ethan shouted, and threw the things in his hands into the sky vigorously.

"Yes."

Rusek laughed and waved upwards: "It's a pleasure to come to Banshee Town."

"party time."

Atwo also showed his big white teeth, and the cash in his hand flew up.

Banknotes rained down, one after another.

Gathered beside them were seven or eight hot girls from Eastern Europe, who were cheering and cheering. The big white rabbit jumped up and grabbed the sky with its arms frantically.

One is one, two is two, the money is for them to play.

Rusek and Atwater naturally understood this truth, and would not think of secretly stuffing two on their bodies.

Playing with it is already very interesting.

They are too poor to do such a shameless thing.

So naturally, like Ethan, he enjoyed the fun of wealth to the fullest.

Fragrant kisses and unstoppable physical contact followed one after another.

This enjoyment also made them laugh.

After going crazy for a while, they stopped throwing money one after another. It was a long night and they had to play slowly.

After getting over the initial excitement, Rusek and Atwater sipped their beers and carefully looked around the club from left to right.

Security personnel stand in the direction of the safe passage.

The location of the locker room, as well as the front door, all key points must be clearly understood.

They came here mainly to do business, and the two of them could still tell the difference.

Time passed quickly, and Ethan subconsciously looked in the direction of the front door. Wearing a black dress, he quietly entered his field of vision.

Rebecca wore a high ponytail and a very demure professional dress.

Her attire was out of tune with the atmosphere of the scene.

The whole person looks very serious, with a sense of competence in every gesture.

Behind her, followed by four men in black.

The men in black all walked behind Rebecca in an orderly manner.

The necks and arms of these people are covered with various tattoos. Those tattoos are very different from those of Salvadorans, but they are similar to Bunker's.

A group of people walked in along the passage next to the club.

Rebecca also nodded to regular customers from time to time, with a decent smile on her face.

Compared with before, her changes seem to be turned upside down.

From a naive, rebellious Amish girl, to a strong woman.

Ethan drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, and slowly exhaled the alcohol. This guy was really beyond his expectations, not only Salvadorans, but also mixed with white supremacists.

"My friend is here."

Ethan patted the shoulders of the two people next to him and stood up: "You stay here, don't run around."

"understood."

Rusek also noticed the group of people who came in. The woman in the middle had such a strong aura that he felt a palpitation and nodded quickly.

Atwater put down the beer glass and said in a deep voice:

"You have to be careful, if something is wrong, just shout."

"Don't worry." Ethan picked up a nut and threw it into his mouth, walking towards Rebecca.

On the other side, Rebecca also felt something.

She turned her head and stopped suddenly.

Seeing the man walking from the opposite side, her eyes were extremely complicated, with joy, loss, and sadness in her eyes.

"Please stay."

Noticing that someone was rushing over, two black suits stepped forward quickly, stretching out their arms to stop Ethan.

He didn't speak, just showed his white teeth to Rebecca.

"fine."

Rebecca finally came back to her senses, waved and said, "This is my friend."

When it comes to friends, the tone is a little more serious.

"Go to my office."

Rebecca looked at Ethan again, said something softly, and walked back quickly.

When the two security personnel heard Rebecca's words, they immediately moved out of the way.

After making an OK gesture to Rusek and the others, Ethan followed Rebecca's footsteps with his hands shaking.

Although it has been redecorated, the general structure of the club is still the same as before. A group of people came to the backstage, walked through the blood-thrilling dressing room, and stopped in front of the innermost office.

"Go and rest." Rebecca opened the office door: "I'll let you know if there's something else."

"Yes, Ms. Bowman."

Several sturdy men nodded and walked to the lounge next to them.

"Bang~"

The door was closed, completely blocking out the chaotic sounds from outside.

Ethan looked around, the floor of the office was covered with a thick carpet with white fluff, which looked very clean and tidy.

The huge desk is placed in the middle of the room.

Rebecca put down her handbag on the table and walked to the wine cabinet next to her: "I remember, you like to drink whiskey, right?"

She caressed her short skirt with both hands, and squatted down on one knee:

"I bought a bottle of Macallan not long ago, and the seller said it was a single malt, 50-year-old special edition."

"I don't understand either, let's try it together."

Ethan moved his eyes, and there was a large sofa next to the wine cabinet. On the wall opposite the sofa was a super-large display screen, on which twenty split screens monitored the entire situation in the club.

Many monitoring places inside are small luxuriously decorated rooms, which seem to be VIP rooms.

The splendor of the picture is amazing.

"Is it expensive?"

Ethan looked away and asked.

"More than $3." Rebecca stood up, holding a blue wine box in her hand.

Following her movements, the square wine bottle was taken out.

The brown liquor looks very attractive.

"That should taste good."

Ethan walked to the desk on the soft carpet, pulled the office chair and sat down.

"Too."

Rebecca held the wine bottle in one hand, and walked back to the desk with two crystal cups in the other: "In the world, there are only a few expensive and bad things."

"Bang~"

The cork was opened and the wine poured out.

The tangy aroma permeated the room.

She sat down on the large leather office chair inside the desk, picked up the wine glass with her white and slender fingers, and looked at Ethan with a smile from the corner of her eyes.

"boom."

The two crystal cups collided lightly, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the empty cup, the two asked in unison:
"Where have you been during this time?"

"Washington."

"Chicago."

The two returned at the same time.

"Wait a minute, let me talk first." Ethan picked up the wine bottle and poured two empty glasses: "I went out for a trip, and I couldn't find you when I came back. I have looked for you many times. "

"And then I left Banshee Town and went to Chicago."

"Borden and I are in Washington." Rebecca played with her wine glass with a complicated expression on her face:
"Find Uncle Kay's relationship, and with Borden's help, continue the business." (End of this chapter)