My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 753

"Bump bump."

Irene stretched out her hand and knocked hard on the table a few times: "I think you still don't understand."

"I'll just say that."

She held the cup in her hand and looked at Horsted seriously: "With ten thousand dollars, many people will be afraid of your identity. For one hundred thousand dollars, many people will not care about your identity."

"When you go out for a drink and go to the convenience store to buy something."

Irene stretched out a hand, as if shooting a gun: "Maybe a person will suddenly appear from some corner."

"boom!"

"It won't be so serious, right?" Horstead was also a little panicked, he forced a smile: "Okay, I understand what you mean, I will definitely be careful."

"do you know?"

Orinsky took a sip of his wine, shook his head and said, "Hank and I were once offered a reward by a solo dealer. What do you think is the amount?"

Facing everyone's curious eyes, he stretched out a finger:
"$100 million!"

"Walter?" Horstead turned around in shock, and looked at Orlinski in disbelief.

"What do you do?" Rusek swallowed his drink with difficulty and asked curiously, "I mean, how did you deal with it?"

Not only the two of them, but others also looked over intently.

It can be seen that Orinski is enjoying this moment very much. He scratched his gray beard and waved:

"As long as there is a suspicious person, get rid of it immediately."

"The route home is different every day, which makes my behavior habits irregular."

"When I found out I was being followed."

Orinski looked at Hosted, and said in a deep voice: "If necessary, go directly to the red light. If there are vehicles following you through the red light, then you only need to call for backup, and then lead those people to a remote place. place."

"When the peddler knew there was nothing he could do with us, he withdrew the reward."

"Okay." Horstead nodded, and stretched out his fist to Olinsky: "Thank you, I will remember."

"Oh oh oh."

Seeing the two of them bumping fists, Ethan spread his hands in dissatisfaction: "You bloody bastards, what's going on?"

"Not careful, Ethan?"

"No vigilance, Sheriff Morgan?"

He covered his chest, and said angrily, "You guys are so hateful, don't I deserve to care?"

"Sorry." Nadia waved her hands hastily:
"Please believe that we don't mean that, and you must also pay attention to safety."

"puff."

Rusek couldn't help it, and spit out the beer in his mouth.

"Oh oh oh."

Irene and Antonio on the opposite side hurriedly jumped up and squatted directly on the chairs, avoiding the splashing beer foam in a panic.

Ethan also dodged to the side, avoiding the jet attack.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry."

Rusek laughed again and apologized again and again. He looked at Nadia next to him dumbfounded: "Instead of worrying about Sheriff Morgan, you might as well worry about the people who want to do something to him, and help them think of a less miserable solution." How to die."

"Oh!"

Nadia blushed and nodded quickly.

The others nodded in agreement. So far, they haven't seen anyone who can take advantage of this guy.

So just now, they all knew that Ethan was pretending.

I just didn't expect that Nadia would be hooked.

"Damn it, Rusek!" Eileen looked at the cocktails and whiskey covered with beer froth on the table, and waved her arms in dissatisfaction: "You look like this, what do you want us to drink?"

"It's all mine."

Facing everyone's unkind eyes, Rusek helplessly raised his hands: "Replay everything again, it's all mine."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Ethan resentfully.

Windfalls come and go as quickly as they come.

I have to go to work tomorrow, and at around eleven o'clock, the drinking party ended and everyone left one after another.

"Erwin, have a chat."

Looking at the leaving cars, Ethan stopped Orlinski.

He walked under the street lamp, took out the cigarette case, patted his hand habitually, and shook out a cigarette.

"Crack."

The flames sprang up, echoing with the street lights.

The light danced, and black and white light and shadows swam on Ethan's face.

"clatter."

The lid of the lighter was closed firmly. He raised his head and looked at Olinsky who was standing aside waiting for him to speak: "Do you have a channel to release the message in the prison where Oscar is held?"

The bright silver Zippo lighter flipped back and forth between Ethan's fingers.

"What do you mean?" Orlinsky looked back at the lighter, frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I have money."

The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, showing his white teeth: "I don't care about money, and I'm a person who likes to reciprocate gifts."

"Help me get the word out."

"20 dollars, Oscar's life!"

After the words fell, he firmly grasped the lighter into the palm of his hand.

"Tsk!"

Orlinski smacked his mouth and bit off the jaggery in one bite.

He looked around and made sure there was no one around him, then shrugged and said, "This is indeed something you can do."

"No problem, and there is no need for 20."

Orlinsky nodded: "As long as 10 yuan, there are many people rushing to do this kind of thing."

"Then arrange it." Ethan patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, money is not a problem."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and each walked towards the parking place.

The next day, Ethan drove to the police station as usual.

When approaching the police station, he rubbed his stomach, turned the steering wheel, and the Cadillac stopped near the side of the road. The hot dog stand on the other side of the road was delicious.

When he doesn't usually make breakfast, he likes to have one here.

It is convenient and fast.

Not only him, but also other colleagues from the police station often patronize business here.

"Porphyrin."

Two horns sounded, and a bus passed him.

"puff."

The driver opened the window and spat out the gum vigorously.

"Hey, Fakeyu."

Ethan dodged back and raised his middle finger fiercely.

The driver wearing sunglasses was about to scold back, but the police badge on Ethan's waist flashed his eyes, and he quickly turned his head away in fright.

Putting down his hands, he was about to walk across the street.

"Change behavior patterns, let habits make changes."

What Orlinski said last night quietly resurfaced in his mind, Ethan shook his hand, stopped, and said he should not be so stubborn, before Oscar was killed, he had to listen to the old man's words.

"Oh!"

A loud explosion sounded.

There was a sudden change, and the shock wave brought countless broken glass and knocked him over.

"Om."

My head was dizzy for a while, and the things in front of me became double images.

"bump."

A steaming thigh fell from the sky and hit Ethan in front of him.

Blood flew up and splashed across his face.

"Fack!" Ethan roared, beating his head hard, trying to relieve the dizziness.

Suddenly turned over and looked in the direction of the explosion.

More than ten meters away, the bus with flames and smoke billowing crashed into a green tree.

In the carriage, there was a miserable howl.

One or two people who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe jumped out of the empty car window relying on their survival instincts. Their bodies were bloody and they walked around like walking dead, with unconscious howls from their mouths.

Countless fragments of stumps fell with the bloody rain.

A clean road instantly becomes a slaughterhouse.

"Dingling, Ethan answer the phone!"

"Dingling, Ethan answer the phone!"

"Dingling, Ethan answer the phone!"

Rolling his eyeballs, Ethan looked coldly at the side of the road, the weird phone ringing under a pile of leaves.

(End of this chapter)