My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 766 What Futon

Back home, Ethan motioned them to choose a room by themselves.

We are all young people in their twenties, and they work together every day, so they are not so particular about poverty.

These two came here for the second time, and the novelty hadn't faded, so they were left to wander around, and Ethan walked to the negative floor by himself.

When he came to the fitness area, he stopped.

It turns out that at this location, there is also a room for storing sundries.

Not big, just about ten square meters.

Now the room disappeared and turned into a white wall. On the surface, there was nothing unusual.

Noticing that the two light spots were on the top, Ethan pressed lightly on a specific position on the wall, and a palm-sized piece of wall was retracted obliquely inside, and an electronic lock popped out.

Pupil scan, and then enter the password.

"puff."

A wall in front of it, opened inside.

The lights inside were turned on one by one, illuminating the originally dark safe as if it were daytime.

Despite the perfect ventilation system, the smell of dollar bills still gushes out, which makes people feel refreshed when they smell it.

On the shelf on the left, banknotes are densely piled up layer by layer.

There are also six suitcases placed neatly on the ground. In this safe, nearly 500 million cash is put into it. It is no exaggeration to say that the cash flow of many medium-sized companies is not as scary as Ethan.

This is real cash flow.

Moreover, Ethan didn't even bother to count the specific numbers, so he didn't have the thought to count them one by one.

Even with a money counter, the workload is too great.

After returning from New York, Ethan found a top safe company.

It took more than half a month to add money and expedite, and install this safe for myself. The upper, lower, left, and right sides are all made of alloy walls, plus Jaber's security system.

Not to mention that it is safe, it is difficult for others to snatch the money inside before they kill themselves.

No way, the space is only so big.

Without a safe to free up the money, there is no room for other things.

"Bump."

After taking a few solid shots on the green pile of money, Ethan grabbed five stacks and stuffed them into his pocket.

If there is no entertainment, how can the money be spent.

Grinding his teeth, he left the safe in annoyance and walked upstairs.

"Yo, I also said where you went."

Ruzek saw Ethan coming up the stairs and slumped on the sofa comfortably: "How about the party, do I need to call some girls over?"

"do not worry."

He winked at Ethan, and said with a smile: "The figure and appearance are both very good."

"Jay."

Ethan took out three bottles of beer from the refrigerator in the living room and threw them out to the two of them: "Let's make a bet, how long will Rusek's marriage last?"

"Thank you."

Horsted took the beer and snapped the tab: "I very much doubt whether he can last until he gets married."

"Hahaha!"

This sentence made Ethan laugh.

"How is it?" Rusek waved his phone indifferently, and asked seriously: "Private garden party, there will really be many girls willing to come."

In private, he is just a joker.

Therefore, what Horsted said just now did not have the slightest lethal effect on him.

"Your man, let's talk about it next time."

Ethan waved his hand, shrugged and said, "The person I called is ready."

"Also." He looked at Horstead with a smirk on his face: "Tonight, I want to see how much fun you can have."

A few minutes later, Jenny from the party company arrived with an extended concierge car.

More than a dozen Yingying Yanyans appeared on stage.

Alcohol, music, bikinis.

Small buttocks, long legs, lively and fragrant.

Amid Rusek's excited cheers, a pillow fight started in the entire villa.

At first, Horstead could hold out.

When he saw five or six naked girls chasing and beating Ethan with pillows, he was completely scared. He hid in the room in panic among the white fluff with a bottle of red wine in his hand.

His actions couldn't escape other people's eyes, and soon two girls broke in laughing.

Begging for mercy sounded one after another.

The next morning, Ethan opened his eyes energetically.

After a few hours of rest, the whole person regained his vitality and vented the mental pressure brought about by yesterday's bombing.

Her body is wrapped around her pink legs and jade arms.

He stood up, raised his arms, and stretched, his joints crackling.

On the oversized bed, he stood right in the middle.

Seven or eight white girls were hugging each other, sleeping soundly, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

This scene reminded him of a movie he had seen.

What futons are here.

Thinking of this, Ethan laughed, lay down and rolled, and sank into the softness.

Chase room.

Erin looked at Rusek with puzzled eyes.

In just one hour, this guy had gone to pick up coffee for the third time, and he was yawning all over the place, and his legs were trembling when he walked.

Opposite him, Horstead was just like him.

Both of them wore a pair of black circles, which looked like they were seriously deprived of sleep.

On the contrary, the bastard in the office was in good spirits, with his legs resting on the desk, and he was whistling comfortably.

"Snapped."

She crumpled up a ball of paper and threw it on Horstead's head:

"What did you do last night?"

"Nothing." Horstead raised his head abruptly and said with a forced smile: "Just drinking, you know, the sheriff's drinking capacity, he grabbed the two of us."

Last night, he spent a long time talking and talking to dispel the idea of ​​those two women.

After getting those two people drunk, he secretly found another room to rest. He said it was just drinking, which was not wrong.

What happened last night completely changed his world view.

He doesn't comment on the behavior of Ethan and Rusek, but he can't do it himself.

How to put it, it is non-intervention.

"Okay." Irene shrugged: "Those who don't know, thought you were fooling around somewhere."

"boom."

Ruzek hit the corner of the table, grinned and sat down: "Sorry, I'm fine."

"Yo."

Atwater twisted his coat and ran upstairs. He looked at the crowd and shook his head and said, "I went to see the car that the police reported. The car fits Irene's description last night."

He spread his hands, shrugged and said:
"It's just a pity that the SUV was burned and no useful information was left behind."

"Shua." Ethan waved the ballpoint pen in his hand, kicked his foot hard, and the office chair moved to the side. He said to Atwater through the door:

"The scene of the crime last night, and the scene of the car dumping today, all the surrounding surveillance must be checked."

"Whoever dares to attack us, we will send him to where he should go!"

"no problem."

Atowalt returned the received gesture, fist bumped Rusek, sat down with a sip of coffee, and got busy with the others.

Ethan returned to his desk and continued to fill in yesterday's report.

"Bump."

A few minutes later, the door knocked.

"Boss."

Nadia stood at the door and asked in a low voice, "There's a man named Phillips down below, do you need him to come up?"

"Okay, let him come up."

Ethan patted his head, but forgot about it.

"no problem."

Nadia nodded and returned to her seat.

She pressed the newly installed switch, and the iron gate below opened with a sound.

Throwing the report aside, Ethan walked out of the office quickly and met Phillips at the stairs. Besides him, there was a white man in overalls and a gray shirt.

This Caucasian man's outfit is quite interesting, and he actually has a pair of black flip flops on his feet.

His face was resolute, but there was such a sense of cynicism.

"Welcome to Chicago."

After glancing at the man, he turned his gaze away, and Ethan held out his hand to Phillips: "Sorry, I have something to do, and I forgot to call you."

"It's okay, I just arrived not long ago."

After shaking hands, Phillips patted the shoulder of the white man beside him:

"This is my friend, Matt."

(End of this chapter)