My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 795

"Forget it."

Seeing Matt poking his head inside, Ethan stopped him and said, "There were explosions and collapses from inside just now."

"Whoever it was, those people didn't leave us with a chance."

"Yes."

With his hands on his hips, Phillips also said with a relaxed expression: "Anyway, our goal has been achieved. The Blanco family is gone, and the judge is dead. If you are interested in the future, you can slowly track it down."

"Ah."

Matt nodded, and his sharp eyes scanned Ethan.

Pocket, very shriveled.

There was nothing unusual about the clothes on his body.

He thought for a while, and walked quickly around the warehouse. The pile of money in front of him was four to five billion at least.

Matt breathed heavily, he hesitated, and waved to Phillips.

Seeing this, the latter quickly walked over.

The two whispered for a while, and their eyes glanced over from time to time.

Regardless of the two of them, Ethan walked up to the judge by himself, bent down to pick up the gold-plated Sand Eagle, admired it for a few seconds, and then opened the safety device, casually stuffing the golden pistol into the bulletproof vest.

After doing this, he took another deep puff of his cigarette, and looked regretfully at the pile of money in front of him.

This move was to be done in front of their faces.

Fighting life and death without getting some benefits, how can it work, if they have an opinion, just throw it away.

The obvious benefits of this point also appear to be more real.

The two of them are very clear that they are lustful, so in the face of the wealth of the sky, it would be too abnormal if they are not tempted at all.

His actions made Matt narrow his eyes.

In my mind, I also made up my mind.

The two had another quick exchange and both made up their minds.

"Ethan."

Matt and Phillips came together, and the former said dryly, "What do you think about this money?"

"Ok?"

Ethan's eyes lit up when he heard that.

Now it's not that he has any thoughts, but he wants to know what Matt means by asking this sentence.

The three of them looked at each other.

In the eyes of both of them, greedy eyes burst out.

The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up, revealing his white teeth.

Interesting things seem to be happening, maybe I can continue to have a full meal.

"Share the benefits."

Matt saw the smile on Ethan's face, and he let go of the stone in his heart. He continued: "It is our consistent purpose. Of course, this is only for friends."

The definition of this friend is not simple.

If Matt hadn't shown his strength, even if Matt had any ideas, he wouldn't take himself seriously.

Ethan didn't speak, just listened quietly.

"Not many people know about this operation, so Phillips and I can handle it." Matt picked up his cigar, took out a match and lit it, puffs of white smoke spewed out: "If you are interested."

He extended his arm to Ethan: "As a friend, you can get ten percent."

"You know the rest, you need to manage a lot of people."

Phillips followed suit and said, "Matt and I have a lot to do, so both of us are 15.00%."

"Stop."

Ethan shook his head, and firmly held Matt's palm: "It's up to you how much you can get, and I'm very satisfied with ten percent."

"However, I have a small request."

He grabbed Matt's hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "Can you not do anything to the four of them?"

This kind of huge wealth is enough to kill many people.

In order to eliminate hidden dangers, I am not sure what Matt can do.

Soldiers can buy nine goats for $600 million, so it is not uncommon for CIA executives to use their positions to benefit themselves when they have the opportunity.

It's just that Ethan didn't want Catherine and the others to suffer because of this incident.

"Haha."

Matt laughed heartily: "Don't worry, the three of them were all brought out by me."

"Sandro, too, is just a hound."

"Don't worry, they don't have access to things at this level."

Ethan let out a sigh of relief.

"But I'm still very curious." He flicked the cigarette ash, shrugged and said, "You don't have to tell me these things. Wouldn't it be better for the two of you to split the tens of millions?"

Matt looked at Phillips, and the two smiled at each other.

"People who eat alone are the most stupid."

He took a puff of his cigar and puffed out a smoke ring: "Only those who know how to share benefits can stand on a high place and watch the scenery."

"And you, my friend."

Matt blinked at Ethan: "You saved our lives, and you have some benefits, you deserve it."

"Without you, we wouldn't be able to earn this money so easily."

"Maybe, we will cooperate frequently in the future."

To put it bluntly, he just likes Ethan's skill, and everyone is his own, so it's not a problem to earn tens of millions less. Sometimes trustworthy strong force can bring them great help.

Shared interests, mutual support.

This is why people like Matt and Phillips are so successful.

Ethan spread his hands and shrugged.

He deserved the money. If it wasn't for him, this group of people would have all been killed on the night Sophia attacked, so there was no need to mention making money.

Due to the large seizure, a seriously wounded person was also found.

Matt made a phone call, and it didn't take long for a transport helicopter to fly from the night.

In combat, this thing is useless.

Once you play an RPG, you can enter the soul.

When leaving, it played a big role and saved a lot of trouble.

Everyone was busy and took away all the seized goods.

As for how he and Phillips crossed the sea, it's none of my business. The remaining [-]% of the money is shared, and ghosts can pull it into the grindstone.

The other three people also looked excited.

In a luxurious villa in Nuo Da, it is not just the harvest in the warehouse.

There are still many valuable small items.

When going out for operations, Matt would usually turn a blind eye to some small things he seized. If he drank meat, he would have to give his men some soup, otherwise no one would sacrifice their lives for him in the future.

Anyway, if my subordinates didn't take it, it was the Medellin police who came later at a lower price.

Those people probably would have confiscated even a silver-plated candlestick.

The transport helicopter quickly started up, and Ethan sat next to the hatch, listening to the deafening sound of the wings.

Looking down, the Blanco Manor is in a mess.

There are many places where thick smoke is coming out.

I don't know where Sophia will escape to, and whether there is a chance to meet again.

The cold touch attracted his attention.

A silver Rolex was fiddled with by slender fingers and carefully put on his wrist.

"Shh."

Catherine raised her index finger to her mouth, and leaned her head back with a smile.

(End of this chapter)