My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 777 Personal grievances

They were the last to leave, but the first to return.

Ethan was stained with blood, so he went to clean up immediately. After taking a pleasant hot bath in the simple shower room, other people came back one after another, and there were conversations in the safe room.

After drying his hair, he walked downstairs in his slippers.

"Hey."

The big bald black Jonathan threw over a can of beer: "Listen to Catherine, you did a good job."

"Thank you."

Ethan lifted the lid and smiled at him.

There is nothing shameful about this kind of thing. As a commander, Matt must have a comprehensive understanding. Others also need to know the abilities of their teammates.

"Good job."

Matt also came over and clapped hands with Ethan.

I thought his place was the easiest, but I didn't expect it to be the most difficult. Together with Catherine, they solved eleven people.

He is now convinced of what Phillips said.

Ethan took a sip of beer, and took the initiative to high-five and fist-cup the others. Even Sandro didn't miss it. Although he has such an identity, everyone is now a teammate.

After discussing the situation with Phillips, he sat down on the sofa.

There was no calculation, and no one was injured.

This is something to be happy about. He took a sip of beer and looked at the wall. The seven photos that Sandro had pinned up in the afternoon were marked with big red crosses.

The death of these important leaders is definitely a blow to the judge.

The whole living room was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. Ethan sniffed his nose, and there was a scent in the air, which made his stomach growl.

Every time this kind of thing is done, various physical needs will be stronger.

His attention shifted from the wall to the tabletop, where there was a large tray wrapped in tin foil, and the aroma was wafting from it.

"Oh!"

Matt took out a large pile of beer from the refrigerator and put it on the table.

"Eat something first, and let's talk about the next thing by the way." He picked up a dagger and pulled the tin foil away, and said with a smile: "This is a Colombian specialty that Sandro bought back."

Hearing this, everyone sat around the table one after another.

One by one smelled the aroma salivating, gearing up.

"Oh oh oh~"

After removing the tin foil, the heat dissipated, and Phillips, Catherine, and Alan with short blond hair jumped up instantly, with disgusted looks on their faces.

"Hahaha."

Ethan raised his eyebrows with a smile, stretched out his hand and patted Sandro's shoulder heavily:
"Not bad, very good, I like it."

Sandro didn't expect Ethan to react like this. He looked over with dim eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched.

On the tray, there was a whole maroon roast suckling pig, some crispy pork belly and tortillas. Many old beauties couldn't see these things, so they had this kind of reaction.

Ethan reached out and took Matt's dagger.

He happily cut the roast suckling pig, the skin was crisp enough, and there was a crackling sound.

Matt glanced at the people who stood up, and those people sat down helplessly, looking at the crispy pork belly and tortilla next to them.

While he was talking about the mission, Ethan buried himself in hard work.

The roast suckling pig marinated with cumin, chili, onion and minced garlic tasted special. He didn't think it was satisfying, so he took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet next to it and blew it directly into the bottle.

After ten minutes or so, the briefing could not continue.

For the next two days, he will need to stay in the safe house, and Sandro will first inquire about the situation before deciding on the next move.

Matt finished his sentence in a hurry and looked at Ethan.

Not only him, but several other people followed Ethan's throat and swallowed with difficulty.

The empty bottle was put down, and Ethan felt hot all over.

After drinking and eating, the feeling of killing disappeared.

In just ten minutes, a bottle of whiskey was poured into his stomach, and a quarter of the roast suckling pig was wiped out.

"Do you need some more?"

Phillips scratched his forehead and asked, spreading his hands.

"No need." Ethan waved his hand, opened the lid of the beer bottle and moistened his mouth: "It's enough to be seven percent full, overeating is not good!"

The corners of everyone's eyes twitched and they scratched their heads.

After eating supper, it was time to wash up, and it was time to rest. Sandro also left the safe house soon.

Ethan went upstairs with a dozen beers and came to the rooftop.

Sitting on the recliner, leisurely playing with the mobile phone, blowing the cool night breeze.

Footsteps sounded, and a figure walked by. Catherine walked to the parapet with a cigarette in her hand to watch the night view of Medellin.

A breeze blew, and the long brown hair swayed.

The thighs are straight and slender, with slight muscle lines, looking very fit.

On top of the black underwear, she was wearing a small vest.

"Hmm~"

Ethan picked up the wine bottle and let out a soft hum.

"I know you're here." Catherine turned around and glanced at him: "I don't think you're such an old-fashioned person, and I'm not naked."

D!

Ethan raised his eyebrows, but he really couldn't see it, it was well hidden.

The other party doesn't care, and I have nothing to say.

"Do you want some beer?" Ethan's eyes stayed on the beans for two seconds, pointing to the beer bottle on the ground.

"Okay!"

Catherine shrugged and walked over with her legs moving. She sat down on the recliner next to her, kicked her feet, and swayed slightly: "What brought you and Phillips here?"

"To be honest, the Inquisitor should have nothing to do with the Ministry of Defense."

We have fought side by side together, and some things are okay to say.

"Personal matters."

Ethan looked at the glorious night scene on the mountain in the distance, tapping the beer bottle with his fingertips.

Thought about high secrecy, special missions, even attacking and clearing the power of the lord, but unexpectedly there was a personal grievance, Catherine asked with strong curiosity:

"Has he hurt your family?"

"No."

Ethan looked at Catherine, smiled and said, "I hurt him, so I'm going to get rid of him."

This logic confused the female agent for a moment.

After a few seconds, she laughed softly: "It sounds like the judge is a poor guy."

As the night darkened, it became quiet downstairs.

Catherine quickly went back to the room to rest, and Ethan emptied the last bit of beer before returning to the room and lying on the mattress.

In the distance, the convoy slowly approached.

A Mercedes was in the lead, followed by a motorcycle and eight vans. The convoy stopped slowly when it was about 100 meters away from the safe house.

The expressionless driver got out of the car and opened the rear door.

Exquisite high heels, step on the ground.

A tall woman got out of the car, her long hair blowing in the night wind.

The car door was pulled, and there was the sound of messy footsteps.

"Mrs. Blanco."

A man with short black hair and a fierce face approached cautiously. He glanced at his icy face, lowered his head and said, "In three days, the building in front is the only one where more than five strangers have come and gone."

"They rarely go out, which fits your description."

"Okay." Mrs. Blanco's voice was a little hoarse, and she waved her fingers: "Here is 20 US dollars. If the information is true, you can get [-]% off from me in the future."

"thanks, thanks."

The short-haired man excitedly took the briefcase from the driver, got on his motorcycle and left quickly.

"lady."

A bald man stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "What should I do with this guy?"

Madame Blanc turned around, her eyes flickering.

Two crew-haired men were supporting a man who had been beaten bloody and his head drooped. If Ethan were here, he would recognize that this was the waiter he let go.

"Know that the Blanco family was attacked, but don't notify us."

A trace of anger flashed in Mrs. Blanco's charming eyes, and she said hoarsely, "Hang him up, this is a warning."

"No matter who it is, do it."

"Everyone in that building, regardless of men, women, young or old, will be killed."

"know."

The bald man nodded and pressed the intercom in his hand.

The doors of the van opened one after another, and fifty or sixty young men with various weapons got out of the van one after another, covering a large area in darkness.

Under the command of the bald man, the crowd dispersed.

At the same time, the rope pulls.

The waiter's neck was bound, and under the actions of several people, he was suspended under a building.

Mrs. Blanc folded her arms over her chest, her face was cold and beautiful.

The night wind blows, and the red dress flutters.

(End of this chapter)