My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 772 CIA
"Crack."

"drop."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Ethan and Phillips looked at each other, and the latter had strange eyes: "You look like this, are you going to go out, or just came back."

"Good morning."

Ethan shrugged at Phillips, opened the door and walked in.

"Young people, the body is good."

Just now, Phillips saw the tattered T-shirt in Ethan's hand and the bath towel wrapped around his body. Needless to say, there must have been some extraordinary encounters last night, so he could only shake his head enviously.

Scratching the bald top of his head, he sighed and walked towards the restaurant.

They stayed in the hotel until noon. After lunch, the three of them took the elevator to the parking building. While here, they changed into an ordinary van.

Unobtrusive, unremarkable.

This is in line with Ethan's impression of their CIA. People who work as secret agents can't always be so ostentatious.

Under the driving of Matt, the van drove all the way to the north.

In this city, the south is a rich area, while the north is mostly slums, red brick houses with a height of two or three floors, densely packed, and dilapidated shacks piled up together.

The streets became narrow and dirty.

There is a ropeway overhead, and the cable car slides slowly in mid-air.

Last night, what I saw was the prosperity and prosperity of Medellin. Today, I went deep into the streets and felt the chaos. There are living Buddhas and drug addicts who rescue the suffering and drug addicts everywhere.

Ethan kept these women at a respectful distance.

Maybe it will be Ai, and it is likely to be showered.

Turning east and west, I came to the back of a three-story red brick building. There was a Corolla parked here that was [-] to [-] percent new. Matt approached the car and stopped.

In his greeting, the three got out of the car together.

Take your luggage and go to the back door.

Matt stretched out his fingers and rang the doorbell rhythmically.

Ten seconds later, hurried footsteps sounded, and with a slamming sound, the iron door opened from the inside.

"Sir."

It was a brown-haired woman who opened the door.

His eyes are bright, his nose is straight, and he has two or three small freckles.

She has fair skin and looks pretty.

"Catherine." Matt waved his hand to introduce the brown-haired woman, and then turned around and pointed to each other: "Phillips, Ethan, these two people will participate in this operation together."

Nodding with this woman named Catherine, the four of them walked up the narrow stairs together.

"They're all up there."

Catherine took the lead and walked in front, and a crisp voice sounded: "Everything is ready."

"Ok."

Matt replied to her and continued to walk up.

Came to the second floor, walked along the aisle, and passed a few rooms that were horribly simple, with a new mattress thrown on the floor.

Ethan's eyebrows twitched, this time he really came to the slums from a five-star hotel.

A group of people walked to the living room inside, and two men in their 20s who were sitting on the sofa stood up quickly, one black and one white, plain-looking, and very agile.

"Ellen."

"Jonathan."

Matt continued to introduce, and everyone shook hands.

The man with short blond hair is Allen, with a faint scar on his forehead and a very strong figure.

The black man was Jonathan, with a broad nose and a big bald head.

When we met for the first time, we all had kind smiles on our faces, and in the next few days, we fought side by side together.

In front of these people, Matt was full of momentum.

"Phillips and Ethan are both consultants of the Ministry of Defense." He looked at the two men and a woman, and said in a deep voice, "This time, they will act with us, and one person will come over later."

"These two days, we will try to stay here as much as possible."

Matt went to the refrigerator and took out a few bottles of beer, and continued: "If you don't have anything to do, try not to go out. If you need anything, tell me, and I will arrange it."

In the living room, there are a few simple pieces of furniture.

Sofa, refrigerator, TV, and several large boxes are placed against the wall.

"Thank you."

After receiving the beer, Ethan thanked him and lifted the lid. The cold liquid swept away the heat from the road, and the curtains of the balcony were blown. Here, the roofs of the bungalows stretched all the way down the mountain.

Vaguely, you can still hear the laughter of the children around you.

"Sir."

Jonathan took a step forward. He rubbed his broad nose: "There are two rooms left on the second floor and one on the third floor. See how you arrange them."

When people arrive, they must settle down.

"I live on the third floor."

Ethan raised his hand and said bluntly.

The conditions are simple, there are five men here, and the second floor is 100% full of snoring noises, which I can't accept.

Hearing his words, the eyes of the few CIAs I just met flashed.

Looking at the age, the other party is about the same as myself.

I thought it was a follower, but I didn't expect to be the first to choose, which surprised them a little.

"no problem."

Matt didn't say anything, he looked at his watch: "Familiarize yourself with the environment first, and gather here in 5 minutes."

"I'll take you up there."

Catherine reached out to Ethan, wanting to take his backpack.

"Thank you, I can do it myself." Ethan politely waved his hand and refused, and followed her to the stairs.

Army green overalls, gray vest.

Catherine walked quite sassy, ​​twisting and twisting.

"What is your specialty?"

Without turning her head, she asked in a crisp voice.

Ethan quickly turned his gaze away, damn Phillips, who took such a voluptuous private jet trip and aroused his own desires.

"Ah."

He coughed dryly, shrugged and said, "Shooting is more accurate. As for other things, I don't know if it's a specialty."

"Oh."

Catherine has seen a lot of people who shoot accurately, but because of his handsome looks, she still asked curiously: "Where are you from? The accent sounds like it's in the east."

"Pennsylvania."

"Miami."

Catherine turned around and shook hands with Ethan again: "Nice to meet you."

"Thank You, me too."

Ethan smiled and walked up the narrow stairs with her.

Upstairs, there are two rooms on the left and one on the right.

The right side is clearly occupied, with a floral sheet on the mattress and colorful clothes stacked in a corner.

"this is mine."

Catherine quickly closed the door: "You can live in another room."

Unexpectedly, she was dressed so hot.

In just a few seconds, Ethan saw the thongs mixed in, and he nodded with a smile.

Not much to say, the residence is a mattress.

Throw the backpack up, walk out of the room, there is a public shower next to it, and then go outside, there is a super large rooftop.

Ethan walked out of the roof quickly, and there were two deck chairs outside.

Walking around the edge of the rooftop, keeping the surrounding terrain in mind, he watched it for a while before going downstairs with Catherine.

(End of this chapter)