My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"Do you mean?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows and lit a cigarette.

He leaned back on the couch and exhaled slowly.

Unexpectedly, the other party was so direct.

As a pure gentleman, of course I brought this kind of thing, let alone a few hundred in the space.

"You are a nice person."

Catherine turned her head, and under the high bridge of the nose, the little sparrow trembled slightly: "The appearance, figure, and skills are all very good."

She pursed her lips and asked directly:

"If you don't mind, how about we compare skills?"

"Sometimes, I'm a gentleman." Ethan bit his cigarette, spread his hands and said, "Of course I won't refuse a beautiful lady, especially if she makes a request that cannot be refused."

No way, thin-skinned people, that's it.

The corners of Catherine's mouth turned up slightly, she stood up and tore off the black vest, and threw the Colt pistol aside.

Ethan stretched out his fingers, and the fingertips slid across her flat stomach.

A knife scar cut down obliquely.

From the ribs to the navel, it was ferocious and at the same time full of the beauty of killing.

This action made Catherine's lower abdomen rise and fall rapidly.

With water in her eyes, she stepped on the sofa, pinched Ethan's chin, and brought her delicate red lips together.

In this small safe house, I stayed for two full days.

For the sake of safety, Catherine never left the apartment except to buy food, and Ethan never even left the door.

Fortunately, he escaped with the female agent, if he escaped with the old black Jonathan.

Thinking of this, Ethan shook his head quickly.

"Two hundred."

Catherine sat cross-legged on Ethan's back. The latter was doing push-ups. Her body was rising and falling. The terrifying muscles gave off amazing heat, and sweat appeared on her body.

Eat and sleep, sleep and eat.

Ethan's full energy made Catherine shout and overwhelmed.

In desperation, he could only do freehand exercises, and in order to increase the load, he even asked the female agent to sit up.

"You told me to work out."

Ethan turned his head and looked at Catherine dumbfounded: "But why is my back getting wet?"

This female agent is just like water.

When I first discovered it, I was really surprised, it is rare, too rare.

"Snapped!"

Catherine slapped Ethan on the back, sweat splashing everywhere.

"Be serious."

She scratched the muscles in her back with her fingers: "I need to rest, well, at least half an hour!"

The two chatted with one another and without one.

The attack and being attacked two days ago seemed to have never happened to the two of them. Catherine hoped that time would go on like this until the day when her life ended.

This kind of easy and comfortable life is something she can only meet but never seek.

"Jingle Bell."

The bell rang suddenly, which made Ethan's arm freeze, and also made Catherine withdraw from the illusory emotions.

The bare feet landed firmly on the ground.

Catherine walked quickly to the table beside her, her energetic legs swayed, giving off a sense of jumping.

The ends of the ponytail brushed against the sweaty back.

The hips swayed, and it was a beautiful sight.

"Sir."

Catherine pressed the phone, and a clear voice rang.

"At two o'clock in the morning, gather at this place." On the other side of the phone, Matt's cold voice sounded: "It's confirmed that we were found by the judge's people, and we will get our money back with interest tonight."

"clear."

Catherine nodded and continued to communicate with Matt about other things.

Behind, Ethan's eyes flickered.

In the past two days, due to some cautious thoughts, he did not tell Matt what he knew, but he also guessed Sophia's identity, and now Matt's words completely confirmed the guess.

That glamorous woman is the only daughter of the Blanco family.

In other words, she belongs to the Inquisitor.

Thinking of this, Ethan stood up, scratched his head, with a strange expression on his face.

No wonder that when she left that morning, Sophia said that she could not get involved in her life, and it was not a lie. The only daughter of the Duxiao family, if ordinary people dare to touch her, she would die without knowing how to die.

I didn't expect that after saying goodbye that morning, I would walk on the road of hostility.

Ethan sighed and shook his head. He was originally hostile. The experience of that night can't change anything.

"What are you thinking?"

Catherine put down her phone, licked her lips, and walked towards Ethan: "It's two o'clock in the morning, we still have six hours."

"How about a four-hour break?"

"as you wish."

Ethan raised his eyebrows, he knew everything, smiled, put his hands on his chest, and straddled his legs.

When the time comes, you will know what to do.

It was one fifty in the morning.

The taxi stopped, and a man and a woman got out of the car and walked forward vigorously.

Turn the corner and come behind a Ford van.

"Bump."

The fingers tapped rhythmically on the tailgate a few times, which sounded like a secret signal.

The tailgate opened, and the two quickly got into the car.

"Hi."

Ethan sat down on the seats on both sides of the car, and punched several people inside. Phillips, Matt, and Jonathan were all inside.

Their expressions are serious and serious.

"drive."

After Matt and the two fist bumped respectively, they patted the driver's seat.

"Ok."

Sandro in front turned around and started the vehicle.

I haven't seen you for two days, and the crowd hasn't changed much, but their murderous intent has become much stronger.

"In half an hour."

Matt looked at his watch and said in a muffled voice, "The rest of us will attack all the businesses, business channels, and partners of the Blanco family in Medellin."

"Attack strength, not too much."

He looked around at the crowd, biting his cigar and said, "But it's enough for the Blanco family to send people over."

"We will attack their jungle factories at this time."

The window was opened a slit to blow away the smoke from the cigar, and Matt continued: "If the judge is in the jungle factory, it's best, we'll kill him together."

"Even if he's not there, he will definitely be angry and go crazy after this kind of thing happens."

"It will definitely be in a private estate"

"He will launch a crazy revenge on all possible opponents in a place he thinks is safe."

"It's time." Matt pressed the cigar to the ground a little harder:
"This is our chance."

"I have a question." Jonathan scratched the black face and raised his arm:
"Aren't the guards of his manor more stringent?"

"That's not what we're afraid of." Matt shook his head and took a puff on his cigar: "The only thing we need to worry about is not being able to find others."

Actually, there is another reason.

Ethan glanced at Sandro who was sitting in the driver's seat. This time, he still helped him eliminate his competitors, which was like beating rabbits.

The so-called other people are Sandro's subordinates.

This time, everyone is helping each other. (end of this chapter)