My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"bring it on."

Ethan grabbed the suitcase with his uninjured hand: "Carry it to your car."

"Oh~"

Jabo nodded, and like Ethan, put one hand on it.

I tried hard, but nothing moved.

"Please." Ethan said helplessly, "Do you have my strength?"

"You fuckin' Fuck." Jabo restrained himself in front of Jill for a long time just now, and now he couldn't help but burst out his catchphrase: "Let me pay the bill, and let me move this damn thing."

The heavy box made his neck flush:

"What the hell is Fuck in here? It's not a corpse, is it?"

The box was lowered, and the body sank a little.

Ethan didn't speak, and opened the zipper directly: "Thanks to your help tonight, these are my little gifts for you, you're welcome."

"hiss!"

Jia Bo's eyes widened, and he took a deep breath.

Inside the box, banknotes of various denominations were stacked together, twenty, fifty, one hundred, all of them.

The aroma of the ink is tangy.

Ethan nodded, the face value is not bad, if it's all one dollar, it's a scam.

But people like judges probably wouldn't run around with small denomination bills, so they wouldn't be too tired to panic.

"Small... small gift?"

Jia Bo's voice was stammering. Now that he was completely sober from the wine and he was no longer dizzy, he pointed tremblingly at the large amount of cash in the box: "Mommy Fake, how did you get it out?"

"Don't worry about it." Ethan patted his shoulder and said with a smile:

"I don't know how much money is in it. You go back and count it yourself. Anyway, it doesn't matter how much it is, that's all."

"You still owe me two parties, don't forget."

"I will never forget it." Jabo grinned happily, and the red rooster's head shook: "Hahaha, if you have something to do in the future, please remember to contact me."

This bastard can hug grass and hit rabbits every time.

And the rabbits are getting fatter and fatter.

Last time I had to put in some effort, and I followed suit to kill the last wave, but this time it was good, and it was easily resolved in ten minutes.

There are at least three million yuan here, where can I find such a good thing.

"Fakyu."

Ethan showed two middle fingers at him.He said this, as if expecting something to happen to him.

But if it wasn't for Jia Bo this time, he would definitely be in big trouble. He deserved the money, and he just had to eat the bulk of it himself, and he couldn't be too greedy.

Friends also want a win-win situation, so how good it is to be happy.

If he encounters any troubles in the future, Jia Bo will never shirk, and will definitely help him as soon as possible.

Jabor happily closed the box and zipped it up.

He won't ask Ethan how much money he got. This is not an action planned and participated together, as long as there is, and there are quite a few here, it is a big surprise, and one should not be too greedy.

Such a sentence flashed through his mind, and then he stretched out his hand to Ethan.

"Snapped."

The two patted each other heavily and bumped their shoulders hard, all words were kept silent.

"I'm leaving."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder: "Time is urgent, so I won't play with you."

"bump."

Jia Bo closed the tailgate heavily, and wiped the red crown excitedly: "Please, with this box in the car, do you think I can continue to play?"

"Go get Johnny out, just say I've vomited."

"All those wines are stored, and you can take them away if you want."

"Spit?" Ethan frowned.

"That's right, it's just throwing up." In order to keep the bag safe, it was necessary to create a false appearance in front of Jill, and Jaber couldn't care less about it at this time. Without saying a word, he directly dug two fingers down his throat.

"Depend on!!!"

Ethan jumped back two meters in an instant, yelling: "You bastard, don't spit on my car."

"Yuck~"

Jia Bo waved his hand, and only responded with a stance of flying down three thousand feet.

Four twenty in the morning.

On the street, except for vehicles passing by from time to time, pedestrians are almost extinct.

Ethan was still in high spirits at this time.

The nimble tongue dispelled his drowsiness. Turning the steering wheel with one hand, he asked reluctantly, "I've arrived at the mall you mentioned, what's next?"

"Boom!"

There was a sound like a bottle of beer was opened, and Jill raised his head and looked ahead.

"Go forward 200 meters."

She lowered her head and said in a vague manner, "Turn right another 50 meters and stop."

Ethan swallowed, and slowly stepped on the accelerator.

This feeling of exhaling while talking made him almost uncontrollable.

The Range Rover continued driving and soon stopped.

The people in the car did not get out of the car.

The shock absorber is still working hard.

A few minutes later, the car door opened, and Jill, holding a few bottles of red wine, ran briskly towards the apartment building on the side, leaving behind a series of light laughter.

The stars recede and the sun rises.

This largest city in the United States started to run at high speed again, the horns of vehicles and the laughter and curses of passers-by could be heard endlessly.

In a small apartment upstairs, the hours-long battle had just come to a halt.

A breeze came in through the gap in the window.

Scrape along the pieces of clothing that have fallen to the floor.

When he came to the door of the bedroom, he suddenly broke into the bathroom in the direction pointed by an empty wine bottle and dissipated in the air.

"You're a monster."

Jill's belly was rising and falling rapidly, and she asked out of breath, "Damn it, aren't you tired?"

"Of course I'm tired!"

Ethan nodded heavily, and panted in response.

How could he not be tired? After a fight in Banshee Town, he drove non-stop to New York, experienced such a battle, and finally continued to fight with Jill close to body for several hours, which was unbearable.

"However."

Ethan took a sip of the red wine and tipped the bottle: "It's all worth it."

Jill was lying on his side, and the cold wine hit her collarbone, causing goose bumps, and the bright red liquid slowly slid down the ditch, along the delicate skin.

The red wine scattered around her flat and firm belly and dripped into the white bathtub.

"Please, you're such a waste."

Jill closed her eyes, enjoying the cold touch, and said lazily.

"It's not wasted at all." Ethan put the empty wine bottle into the sink, buried his head down, and sucked up the puddle of red wine on his collarbone.

Jill bit her lip, feeling the battle horn sounding.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the Range Rover pulled up in front of the New York branch of the FBI.

The two of them got out of the car with coffee and sunglasses on.

Jill took a sip of super strong coffee before limping towards the front door of the branch office.

"bump."

She punched Ethan hard while giggling, and wrinkled her nose angrily.

"Hey, good morning."

On the other side, Rusek and Atwater walked over energetically. The former saw the scene just now and asked curiously:
"Agent Jill, are you injured?" (End of this chapter)